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THE NEWBERRY SON. NEWBERRY. S. C.
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*«'VXT'HAT’S the matter with you,
Jeff? You never acted like
this before. Show some interest.
Snap out of it!"
Good old faithful Jerry, thought
Jeff. Always worrjed . . . nerves
jittery. During the endless training
days and the torturous moments be
fore the bell, fluttering about Jeff
like a hen mothering a lone chick.
Eight years he and Jerry had been
together. Eight years, during which
they had often faced hunger and of
late a lew of the good things of life.
Maybe Jerry was right . . . may
be there was something the matter
with him. The old fire, the zest for
battle, the impatience for action,
the exhilaration of the blood racing
through his veins. The doubts . . .
yes. and that little stab of fear in a
corner of his heart. Looking back
now, as he sat on the little stool in
the ring corner, Jeff realized he
had felt none of them.
Jeff roused from his reverie. He
glanced around the ringside. Big
crowd. Announcer Ballard busy at
the hanging microphone. A few
more minutes to go to broadcast
time.
Jeff relaxed on his stool . . . his
mind blotted out the chaotic scene
about him . , . filled
with memories
again. Eight years
. . . eight years of
hard work, of sac
rifice, of punish
ment, of patience
and the giving up
of many of the
things that youth
loves. But there
had been a driving purpose then . . .
a goal to attain . . . riches! Fame
hadn't meant much in the early
years, but it came and in the last
few years the money came, too.
Champion! The thought of that year
as champion brought a glow to his
soul. And then he met Helene For
sythe.
It was at a charity bazaar on
Long Island, one of the “appear
ances” Jeff, as champion, was fre
quently called upon to make.
Again, as he sat on his stool,
completely oblivious to everything
but his memories, Jeff felt his heart
sink as it had that afternoon. She
was rich, society—and he a nobody,
a prizefighter. They talked for a
while and then others had taken
him away. He didn't get to see her
again that afternoon, but did sev
eral weeks later. That was the be
ginning. They saw more and more
of each other and soon they were
deeply in love. Jeff had realized the
hopelessness of it all . . . to him she
was unattainable . . . but Helene
saw no hopelessness in the situa
tion at all.
Jeff shivered on his stool as he
lived again that memorable night
he had called upon her father. He’d
never been so scared in his life, ex
cept maybe that night when he en
tered the ring for his first fight, his
belly empty and his spindly legs
rubbery . . but there had been
HAS BEEN
By GENE BROCKHAVEN
Jeff’s eyes found Helene’s and to him the world was young and
warm again.
absolute necessity then . . . that had
buoyed his lagging courage. But this
night the stake was bigger.
"Hello, Mr. Stoddard.” Mr. For
sythe’s words were stamped indel
ibly in Jeff’s mind. "Helene’s told
me of you. I don’t like the business
you’re in, but my daughter and you
are in love, she says, so the busi
ness doesn’t matter. But what does
matter is, what sort of a life can
you offer her?”
Jeff felt the warm blood rise to
his face and ears as it had done
that night at his blurted, idiotic,
“She won’t starve.!’ Mr. Forsythe
had answered, ‘‘I’ll see to that.
That will always be my responsi
bility. She's my daughter.”
“I*m sorry, Mr. Forsythe," Jeff
had managed, and then the words
had started to flow . . . senseless,
jumbled, one into the other ... “a
few more fights ... a $250,000 trust
fund ... I love her . . .”
Heartsick, feeling his cause had
been irretrievably lost, he had
stumbled from the room and out of
the house. It was midnight before
he got enough courage to call her.
He told her it was hopeless . . .
They would have to wait a bit . . .
he’d make more money, plenty of
money . . . Helene had interrupted
. . . “Dad didn’t say no, did he?”
. . . “No,” “Oh, you ...” a sob and
the click of the phone.
His frantic phone calls were fruit
less . . . and then “Miss Forsythe
has gone abroad.” That was a year
ago. He toured the country . . .
theatres . . . exhibitions . . . “ap
pearances” . . . the money piled up
but Jeff has lost interest. Then a
match for the championship and his
title gone, because one man . . . the
referee . . . raised another man’s
hand.
And then this . . . Sam Abrams
had sought him out . . . Sam bad a
young chap, up and coming, but he
“needed a win over a name" before
he could challenge for the title.
“There’ll be maybe ten grand in it
for you,” Sam had said. “And,
maybe . . .” Sam paused mean-
CROSSWORD PUZZLE
Horizontal
1 To invite
4 Heroic tale
8 Fog
12 Poem
13 Author of the
Rubaiyat
14 Scent
15 Mass of
untidy hair
16 Excessive
frugality
18 Rapture
20 Musical sound
21 101
22 Lair
23 Temporarily
bright star
27 Likely
29 To exclude
30 To scatter
31 Artificial
language
32 To mend
33 Pronoun
34 Symbol for
iridium
35 To lift up the
spirits of
37 Numeral
38 Some
39 Prefix: half
40 Founder of
the Society
of Friends
41 Printer’s
measure
42 Fore part of
a ship
44 To noise
abroad
47 Characterized
bymoderation
51 Card game
52 Egg-shaped
53 Quickened
jog
54 Female sheep
55 To apportion
56 Girl’s name
57 Colloquial:
small cnild
Vertical
1 Explosive
projectile
2 Image
S To portray
4 Steeps in a
liquid
5 Chalice
0 Strap to hold
up a stocking
Solution In Next Issue.
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7 Malicious
burning
8 Instants
9 Artificial
language
10 Offspring
11 Attempt
17 Preposition
19 Spanish
for “yes”
22 Simpleton
24 Conjunction
25 Layer of a
mineral
26 Crooked
27 God of war
28 Northern
European
29 Industrious
insect
30 Wickedness
32 To paint with
short brush
strokes
33 To bewitch
(local)
36 Part of
“to be”
37 Approaching
No. 26
38 Ornament
worn as a
charm
40 One's strong
point
41 Comparative
ending
43 Note of scale
44 Greek letter
45 “Hawkeye”
State
46 Driven
obliquely,
as a nail
47 Male cat
48 First woman
49 Article placed
under a dish
50 Weight
Answer t. Pozile Number IS
Series H-41
ingly . . . “more if we can do busi
ness. You're through, Jeff, you
know. A has-been.” Jeff still won-
dered why he hadn’t chased Sam
then. “No business,” he’d said.
And here he was, sitting in a ring
corner as he had sat in other ring
corners a hundred or more times
... a has-been ... at twenty-eight!
“. . . and in this comer, the for
mer middleweight champion of the
world, Jeff Stoddard!”
Jeff roused . . . dreams faded . . .
he rose and bowed, Jerry fluttered
about him. They walked to ring cen
ter for instructions. Jeff sized up
his opponent. A likely looking
youngster, husky and obviously
well-trained. He shook hands and
turned back to his own comer. The
bell. Jeff slid cautiously to ring cen
ter. Yancey came forward to meet
him, left hand extended slightly,
chin buried behind a bulging shoul
der. Jeff tried a long left and land
ed, lightly. They came together and
Jeff felt a jar on his chin, another
and yet another. Stinging blows
they were, delivered with amazing
speed and with deception. The boy
had something. They exchanged
blows and again that short, jolting
left found Jeff’s face. He’d have to
do something about that. Jeff
turned to his comer at the bell. A
trickle of blood flowed from the cor
ner of his mouth and over his chin.
“You gotta do something about
that left, Jeff,” whispered Jerry.
“HeTl claw you to ribbons.”
Jeff stepped forward briskly at
the bell for round two. He boxed,
he slugged, but that tearing left
kept reaching his face. Something
warm streamed down his cheek.
Jeff realized his eye was cut. He
brushed the eye with his right glove
and gave ground slowly, drawing
Yancey toward him. Jeff’s right
dropped into position at his chest,
he feinted with his left and there
was the opening he sought. His
right fist shot out, the weight of his
powerful shoulders driving it home.
It landed and at the impact Jeff
felt a searing pain shoot up his arm
to the shoulder. For a fraction of a
second he felt dizzy and then a nau
seous feeling hit the middle of his
stomach. His eyes cleared and he
saw Yancey getting off the floor.
The punch must have landed high,
thought Jeff. His only hope now was
a quick left hook. He stepped for
ward, ignoring the pain in his right
hand, feinted for an opening, saw it
and punched. He missed. His last
chance gone. The bell. He sank
heavily on the stool.
“Did you bust it?” Jerry whis
pered.
“I don’t know,” Jeff answered.
“But don’t touch it, others might
see.”
“Yeah, but you can’t go on with
a busted right,” argued Jerry.
“Keep quiet,” said Jeff, and as
the bell rang for round three he
rose to meet Yancey.
* • •
Earlier that evening, at the For
sythe home, Helene faced her fa
ther across the dinner table.
“Dad,” she said, “take me to the
Arena tonight, please. Jeff is . .
“Still in love with that boy?”
“I’ve never stopped loving him,
Dad. But . .
Now, a short distance from ring
side, they sat. The girl, white-faced,
tense, as she watched the stark
drama unfolding in that brilliantly-
white square ahead.
It seemed hours to the girl—tor
tuous hours—that they had been sit
ting there, when her father leaned
toward her.
“I’m sold, Helene,” he said
tersely. “And I thought that boy
lacked courage. Let’s get out.”
* u •
Later, in the dressing room, Jeff
sat hunched on the rubbing table.
Jerry, striving mightily to hold
back the tears, was gently remov
ing the tape and bandages from
Jeff’s swollen right hand. The room
was empty, but through the walls
came the rumble of voices and
laughter. "Nobody has time for a
loser," thought Jeff.
Mr. Forsythe walked into the
room.
"Hello Jeff,” he said. He laid his
hand on Jeff’s shoulder. “That was
a magnificent stand you made out
there. Mighty few men have that
courage — and, more important,
Helene says you’re the only man
for her and who am I to . . ."
Jeff glanced past Mr. Forsythe
and his eyes found Helene's. She
nodded and smiled . . . and to him
the world was young and warm
again.
HOUSEHOLD
msmos...ifj-.
Have an Eating Treat With a Barbecue!
(See recipe below.)
Barbecue Fun
Before the crisp, cool weather
iornes, treat yourself to one of those
{rand outdoor
meals—a barbe
cue! There’s no
'ood like that
cooked outdoors
tor real, honest-
:o-goodness fla
vor and marve
lous eating.
There’s nothing so relaxing, ei-
iher, as eating outdoors, for most
of the preparation comes ahead of
:ime. Then, too, though you have
to bribe and beg everyone to help
in the kitchen, no one wants to be
left out of the preparation when it
comes to cooking out of doors.
Perhaps you have a barbecue unit
to use for cooking; or maybe you
just build a fire in the old make
shift brick oven in the back yard.
Whatever you have, it will be good
If you make the fire well in ad-
ance, and then let it burn down to
{lowing coals before you start cook
ing. That’s the secret.
You have a choice of many kinds
jf meat—juicy hamburgers, plump
weiners, steaks or ribs. But do have
a good sauce to go with them. Or,
let the folks have kabobs—everyone
will enjoy roasting his own.
’Barbecued Ribs.
(Serves 6)
3 to 4 pound ribs, cut in pieces
1 lemon
1 large onion
% cup Worcestershire sauce
1 teaspoon chili powder
1 teaspoon salt
2 to 3 dashes tabasco sauce
2 cups water
% cup cbili sauce
Place a piece of lemon and onion
cn each rib. Mix remaining ingredi
ents together; heat to boiling and
then brush sauce over the ribs. Broil
slowly on outdoor grill and brush
frequently with sauce. For outdoor
broiling, place meaty side of ribs
down on the grill. Onion and lemon
may be secured with toothpicks.
For steak that is really elegant,
use the above sauce for brushing
the steaks while
broiling. Or, if
you prefer, the
steaks may be
marinated, as fol
lows, for several
hours before you
start broiling:
Mix together 1
cup of salad oil, % cup of vinegar,
% teaspoon salt and Y* teaspoon
pepper, 2 tablespoons grated onion,
1 clove garlic and 1 tablespoon
minced parsley.
Some people prefer a barbecue
sauce for steaks, but even then they
like to rub the meat with onion, gar
lic, herbs and such before basting
with the sauce. Use your own taste
as a guide. Steaks should be first
quality, well aged and well mar
bled with fat for barbecue.
’Outdoor Potatoes.
(Serves 6)
4 cups cooked potatoes, diced
2 cups sliced onions
1 tablespoon minced parsley
1 tablespoon paprika
H teaspoon salt
% teaspoon pepper
U cup fat or drippings
Combine all ingredients and place
in heavy skillet. Brown until crisp
and golden colored. Serve piping
hot.
LYNN SAYS:
Use These Neat Tricks
In Your Kitchen
Place slices of bread on the par
tially opened lid of the kettle in
which you cook strong smelling
foods like cabbage and broccoli.
Spear tomatoes on a long fork
and hold over a flame while turn
ing. They will peel easily after this
treatment.
Tea tastes better if it is mixed
with a little orange rind, grated.
Also, store it near a box of cloves
in the pantry to make spicy.
LYNN CHAMBERS’ MENU
’Barbecued Ribs
Buttered Buns
•Outdoor Potatoes
’Roasted Com Ears
•Cabbage Slaw
•Deep Dish Blueberry Pie
Cream
Beverage
•Recipe given.
’Roasted Corn Ears.
Remove outer husks from ears of
com. Turn back husk and remove
the com silk. Replace husk; place
com ears on grill. Turn frequently
while roasting 8 to 12 minutes. Serve
with butter, salt and pepper. The
husk turns brown but the com it
self is excellent. If you prefer the
com more browned, roast longer.’
There’s nothing quite like crisp,
chewy food to set off the barbecued
meat, skillet-fried potatoes and
roasting ears, as some cabbage
served with a creamy dressing and
plump red-ripe tomato wedges.
•Cabbage Slaw. .
(Serves 6)
4 cups finely shredded cabbage
1 egg yolk
2 tablespoons sugar
1 tablespoon flour
H teaspoon salt
teaspoon dry mustard
Vs teaspoon paprika
14 cup water
14 cup vinegar
1 tablespoon butter
% pint sour cream
Beat egg yolk; add dry ingred
ents and mix thoroughly. Add wi
ter and vinegar gradually. Cook I
top of double boiler until thick an
smooth, stirring constantly. Ad
butter. Chill. Fold in sour crear
and mix with the shredded cabbage
Garnish with ripe tomato wedges.
Dessert problems are easy tt
solve. With fresh fruits and berriei
plentiful, a plat
ter or basket oi
well chilled fruit
and cookies will
satisfy well for
dessert. Some
like cake for des
sert for an iced
beverage. Then
make a spicy cake with a caramel
frosting. It’s just the kind to set off
the meal properly.
Spice Cake.
(Makes 2 9-inch layers)
2)4 cups sifted cake flour
1 teaspoon baking powder
% teaspoon soda
% teaspoon salt
44 teaspoon cloves
44 teaspoon cinnamon
I cup granulated sugar
44 cup brown sugar
44 cup vegetable shortening
1 cup buttermilk
3 whole eggs
Sift together flour, baking powder,
soda, salt, spices and granulated
sugar. Add brown sugar, shorten
ing and buttermilk; beat for 2 min
utes. Add eggs and beat another 3
minutes. Bake in greased, wax pa
per lined pans in a moderate (350-
degree) oven for 30 to 35 minutes.
Let cool and frost with caramel
icing: Mix 1)4 cups brown sugar
with Va cup cream, 2 tablespoons
butter and 1 tablespoon vanilla.
Bring to a boil and boil 3 minutes
while stirring. Remove from heat.
Beat until creamy, adding cream if
necessary to make spreading easier.
Released by Western Newspaper Union.
Stale, hardened rolls and muffins
can be freshened easily by placing
in a paper bag, sprinkling the bag
with water, then placing in the oven
for a few minutes while they heat
through and soften.
Let hamburgers take on glamour
by serving them as a mixed grill
with broiled tomato halves and
pineapple.
Leftover egg whites may be stored
for several days in a covered glass
jar. Egg yolks may be poached
until firm, then chopped and used
in salads or sandwich fillings.
Contouring Reduces
Soil and Water Loss
Reclaim Waste Land by
Half-Moon Shape Fence
By C. W. GEE
Pioneers who settled Ohio and laid
out their fence lines along the true
points of the compass would have
been shocked by a land transaction
which recently took place in Logan
county. Morgan Connor deliberate
ly added 1.37 acres to his farm near
Bellefontaine, Ohio, in order to
make his fence lines crooked.
Having adopted many soil conser
vation practices recommended by
the U. S. soil conservation service,
among which were contouring, his
yield had been increased. By this
method he reduced water run-off
and cut soil loss to the minimum.
A fence had been erected on a 32-
acre tract along the north side of
the Connor farm. The fence ran
according to the compass. When
Wiley Connor returned from the
military forces, father and son de
cided to reclaim several acres of
waste land, which included an old
bam lot near the north line and bi
sected by a small ditch.
Unable to plant the land to ber
ries on the contour because of the
straight fence line, the two moved
the fence. Now their line fence
follows a half-moon shape which
would have aroused the horror of the
early Ohio settlers. Connor, how
ever, is not concerned with guiding
his life and farming activities by
the compass. He is concerned with
saving his top soil. Two diversion
ditches have been constructed and
Six acres of trees planted.
KNOW YOUR BREED
Minnesota No. 1
By W. J. DRYDEN
Minnesota No. 1 is not a hybrid
hog, it is a new strain more highly
inbred than most existing breeds.
A cross of the Danish Landrace and
Typical Minnesota No. 1 and 2
cross barrow.
the Tamworth, matings were first
made in 1936 at the University of
Minnesota.
The new breed is long bodied and
short legged, with a full ham, light
shoulder and a light, strong bone.
The ears are rather large but thin
and of good quality. The breeders
have been selected upon the basis
of performance, i.e., fertility, sur
vival, rate of growth, economy of
gains and body conformation. A
new breed, Minnesota No. 2, also
is being perfected at Minnesota.
£asy Method Used
For Dipping Pigs
A simple arrangement for dipping
pigs at vaccination time, devised by
Dr. J. O. Black,
Nebraska veteri
narian, is shown in
a c companying
drawing.
One side and end
of a 50 gallon drum
has been opened at
the left. In cutting
the drum turn the
sharp edges in and down so the
pigs will not get injured when get
ting out. The drum is placed out
side the pen where vaccination is
to be done.
After each pig is vaccinated, it
is dropped over the fence and into
the drum on its back. The pig will
turn over in the drum and jump
out and drum will be ready for the
next pig.
Soil Packing Reduces
Productivity of Land
“Plug your soils as you would a
watermelon,” is the advice of many
soil experts. This will give you a
chance to see compactions that are
holding down yields. Modem heavy
equipment and short-sighted crop
ping practices have robbed the soil
of its organic matter and often
packed it, according to Middle West
Soil Improvement committee. Per
manent remedy is regular use of
deep-rooted legumes.
NEEDLEWORK PATTERNS
Crocket Roses for Villowcases
Gayty Embroidered Tea Towels
Irish Rose Design
A LOVELY rose design set on a
snowy and lacy background
crocheted of white thread deco
rates these trousseau pillowcases.
This lovely inset can be two-tone
or all white, whichever you prefer.
• • •
To obtain complete crocheting Instruc
tions for the Irish Rose Inset Design (Pat
tern No. 5406) actual size sketch of design
motifs, send 20 cents in coin, your name,
address and pattern number.
Season vegetables such as green
beans, corn, or spinach with bacon
or sausage drippings to give them
unusual flavor.
—•—
When melting paraffin for can
ning do not allow the paraffin to
become steaming or smoking hot.
Just reduce it to a liquid.
—•—
For quick drying of sheets, bed
spreads and tablecloths, hang
evenly and not quite double on the
line.
—•—
If yon have a bottle of perfume
that you hesitate to use because of
its heavy odor, try adding a few
drops to your bath water. You
will find it pleasant.
— • —
Junior’s new puppy won’t pro
duce lonesome wails at night if an
alarm clock is put to bed with
him. The tick-tock sound will be
a lullaby for the lonely pup and
keep him quiet.
—•—
When placing articles in the re
frigerator remove them from the
paper bags and place in refriger
ator bowls. This increases cold
air circulation and looks neater.
—•—
Be sure to save your cancelled
checks and receipts after a bill is
paid. If a dispute arises over the
payment of a bill, you then have
the evidence.
—•—
When crystal vases and bottles
need cleaning, break several egg
shells into the bottle or vase, add
a little water, and shake until all
film and dust disappears from the
glass.
—•—
Use all your linens so they will
all be laundered occasionally.
This way they’ll stay white.
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—one for each day of the
week—with a cute little kitten mo
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and brown threads are all you
need to make a shower gift from
a plain set of towels!
• • •
To obtain 7 transfers of the 5-inch Kit
ten Tea Towel Designs (Pattern No. 5383)
color chart for embroidering, send 20
cents in coin, your name, address and
pattern number.
Fifty-two pages of style, color, easy ta
make frocks—the Summer FASHION is a
complete and dependable guide for every
woman who sews. Free pattern printed
Inside the book. 25 cents.
Send your order to:
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530 Sooth Wells St. Chicago 7, m.
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