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THE NEWBERRY SUN. NEWBERRY. S. C. FICTION Corner Walter wasn't the hunting type but, encouraged by his wife, he decided to try his luck. He thought he cut quite a fetching figure in the togs he rigged up, but unfortunately, he learned that a man needs more than appearance to bag some game. E MMA BUTTON laid aside the sweater she was knitting and cleared her throat. Her husband, Walter, instantly snapped to atten tion. His lean frame had been com fortably sprawled in his favorite chair, but now he was sitting up straight. "We could save a lot of money on our meat bill," began Emma, “if (you’d get out and do some hunt ing." Walter remained silent. He was accustomed to being mildly startled by his wife’s remarks. “Zeke Smith goes hunting nearly every Saturday,” she continued. “And he always comes home with two or three rabbits. Sadie says they save a right smart amount each week.” Walter thought it was time he said something. “I've never done any hunting, Emma. Zeke's been doing it all his life.” “Humph!” Emma snorted. You can learn, can’t you? And there’s a perfectly good shotgun rusting “But I’d hivre to buy a bunting license,” remonstrated Walter, weakly. away up in the attic because no body uses it.” She was referring to a weapon of questionable age and condition that Walter had been given by his grandfather. “But I’d have to buy a hunting license," remonstrated Walter, weakly. He saw his line of defense being methodically torn down by his wife. Emma regarded him deliberate ly. “One little cotton-tail rabbit would more than pay fqf a license." Walter surrendered. He might as well make the best of it now. “Yes, that's true,” he agreed. “And the exercise might do me good.” “Of course it would, dear,” Em ma beamed. As usual , she had emerged the victor. “Today’s Thursday, why don’t you go Satur day?” she queried. Emma was not one to put things off once she had made up her mind. “That’s awfully soon,” said Wal ter, even though he knew it wouldn’t do much good to stall. “I’ll have to give the gun a thorough clean ing and buy some shells.” Emma glared at him. “You can think of more silly excuses,” she scoffed. “Now let’s hear no more about it. Come Saturday, (here she paused significantly) you’re going hunting!” With these parting words she bundled up her knitting and stalked haughtily out of the room. As Walter heard her heavy foot steps echoing up the stairs he ad dressed himself to the empty room. “Well, that’s that.” He, too, went upstairs to find solace in a good night’s sleep. The next day, after work, Walter went up to explore the attic. He found the shotgun standing in a well-cobwebbed comer. It was cov ered with a thick coat of dust, and in spots it had begun to rust. Wal- •ter shook his head sadly. Never theless, he carried it downstairs and set to work. Emma nodded ap proval. > When he had finished, Walter could not help being a little proud of his efforts. The gun gleamed from the tip of the barrel to the end of the stock. In spite of himself, Walter began to feel somewhat excited. This was his first hunting trip and he intend ed to make it a successful one. On his way home from the office that afternoon he had stopped in at the hardware store to get some shells. The proprietor had been most helpful, Walter thought. Not only had he advised him concerning the proper type of ammunition, but he had recommended a particular com field where, according to him, the rabbits were incredibly plenti ful. Later that evening, Walter sur veyed himself in front of the full- length mirror in the hall. He had donned some khaki trousers which he had bought a year ago at a war surplus store but had never worn. A green jacket and red cap com pleted his costume. He practiced aiming the gun at imaginary tar gets, glancing out of the comer of his eye to see the handsome reflec tion he made in the mirror. Not bad at all, he thought. Emma caught sight of him through the open doorway a» he was preening himself. “My, my,” she intoned sarcastically, “aren’t you the sportrman, though.” Her husband hung his head in silence. A fiery blotch of red appeared at his neck and rose rapidly upward until it covered his countenance. He attempted to beat a hasty retreat, bu? Emma wasn’t finished. “If I were you, Walter Button, I’d wait until I brought home some big game before I started play-act in’ in front of a mirror.” This pow erful verbal blast shook Walter vis ibly. , Finally he' managed to blurt, “I guess I’ll go to bed. Got to get up early in the morning.” Upstairs he scrambled at a reckless pace. Saturday morning dawned bright and cold. A light snow had fallen. Walter bounded out of bed with un usual vigor when the alarm sound ed. “It’s a wonderful day to go hunting,” he said as he peered out the window. Without waiting to awaken Emma he dressed hurriedly and stole downstairs. Quickly he fixed himself a break fast of bacon and eggs and coffee. While he gulped the food he thought about the adventure which lay ahead. Maybe he’d get half a doz en rabbits! Perhaps a pheasant! Why hadn’t he gone hunting be fore, he asked himself. This was a real he-man sport. The sun was just a weak, red ball in the eastern sky as Walter headed his little pre-war coupe toward the city limits. About two miles out, he found the com field which was to be the scene of his debut as a modem nimrod. He parked the car carefully just off the road in a lit tle grove of trees. He clambered out, laden with shotgun, knapsack, binoculars and a great quantity of shells which were distributed among his pockets. He gave the car door a nudge but it failed to shut. How ever, rather than set dowiv his bur dens he disregarded it. The snow had stopped. It wouldn’t hurt to leave the car door open. Off across the field he started, his head held high and shoulders squared. If only Emma could see him now! The com field looked extremely long, but Walter wasn’t daunted.’ The bigger the field, the more rab bits there would be, he figured with logic. He wondered idly if he’d be able to carry all his furry victims back to the car in one trip. By the time he was half way to the end of the field, the bitterly cold wind had chilled him to the bone. His gun had grown surprisingly heavy and it was an effort to move his feet. But still he plodded on. The. com stalks lay like white branches on the uneven soil. And as yet, no rabbits had appeared. Not a single one. They’re probably all down at the end of the field, thought Walter. But at the end of the field, there were no rabbits. Nor did he en counter any on the way back. When he finally ~observed the car in the distance, Walter felt as though he had tramped a thousand miles. “What will I tell Emma?” he asked himself out loud. She would scarcely believe that he hadn’t even seen a single rabbit. Instead, she’d accuse him of being a poor shot, or of forgetting to load his gun. Hast ily he checked. Yes, it was loaded. If only he would see one rabbit. Just one. Close enough to get a shot. Bpt none appeared. He was nearing the car now. His spirits had fallen to a new low. His footsteps had slowed considerably as he anticipated the tongue lash ing which awaited him at home. Emma was not always an under standing wife. The most disconcert ing fact was that this expedition had not been his idea. Emma was responsible but Walter knew that it was he who would suffer. At least h^’d get to rest a little as he drove home. He was within a few feet of the car when he stopped dead still. The sight that met his eyes was a re markable one. “For gosh sakes!” he exclaimed. Seated on the seat of his car was a rabbit! A real, live rabbit that eyed Walter with surprise, but cer tainly not with fear. It evidently had hopped in the car through the open door. Walter’s hand shook as he raised his gun. This was his big chance, he told himself. He mustn’t muff it! Then he lowered his weapon as he realized that a blast of shot would min his car. "I’ve got to get that bunny out of the car,” he muttered. “Then I’ll shoot him.” His day wouldn’t have been spent in vain, after all. Cautiously he inched forward. Mustn’t scare the rabbit. “Shoo!” said Walter. The rabbit didn’t stir. If anything, it settled down more leisurely on its haunches. This infuriated Walter. Stepping closer he lunged at the bunny. This time it moved, and fast. But Wal ter swung into action also. With a jerky motion he brought the gjm to his shoulder. Sighting rapidly, he fired. As he picked himself off the ground he glimpsed the white bob of the rabbit’s tail as it bounced unhurt toward the com field. “There goes my rabbit!” Walter wailed. He stamped upon the ground with rage. Suddenly a sound of es caping air drew his attention. He gaped with open eyes at his left front tire. It was sinking rap idly. Numerous small holes showed only too clearly what had happened. Walter went to the trunk and brought out a jack and tire tools. Wearily he sat down on the running board to rest. It had been a trying day. GEM SESSION Twinkle, Twinkle — Everybody’s collecting rhinestone jewelry. When you see how divine those Poor Man’s Diamonds look with the prom formals in Calling All Girls, you’ll know why. Choker neck laces, bracelets and earrings are the favorites. You like to fasten rhinestone clips to your black suede ballerinas, too. Borrowed Brooches — You’re all borrowing mother’s cameo brooch, and, if you're lucky, she has a large one with a diamond hanging like a pendant around the cameo lady’s swan like neck. You make sure it has a good safety catch; then you wear it to school with your Gibson blouse and swirling, long skirt. Next thing you know, they're describing your outfit in the school papers. Honestly, our bark is worse than our bite. Or, as the little dOg said when he wiped his paws on sand paper, “Rough, rough!" P> ray er Jlfter Pc ctin H OW can he thank Thee, Lord, for the good grain Who has not conquered thistle and brier and weed? How can he thank Thee for the sweet wild rain Who has not trod parched lands above dead seed? How can he lift a grateful heart for peace Who has not known some red-lit battlefield? O Lord, how can he comprehend release Who has not felt at last an old wound healed ? Out of earth's agony white flowers shine; Above the old scarred fields wild grasses run; Out of the crushed fruits of the sun comes wine; Out of the night the morning Star—the sun. For every hour of pain that we have had— Even for these—Lord, help us to be glad. <^3tace tAc// dieted/ SCRIPTURE: Matthew 22:15—23:39, Luke 2; 3:1-3: Galatians 4:1-5. DEVOTIONAL READING: Luke 1:48- 55. Beiore Sunrise Lesson for January 2, 1949. T AKE another look at your new calendar. 1949 it says: 1,949 years since the one single event on which turns the history of the world—the birth of Jesus. (As is well known, the first calculators missed the exact date by four or five years; but the main idea is there all the same.) With the coming of the Son of God to this Dr. Foreman earth - 11 was as u a twilight world first saw the sun. » • • Military Government F WE go back in imagination and think what the world was like before there was a bit of the Christian religion in it, we can bet ter understand the story of Jesus and of the nineteen Christian cen turies. For the next six months we shall be thinking, week by week, of the life of Jesus Christ. But first let us think of the world in which he lived. Jesus’ homeland of Palestine was run by a military govern ment. Roman soldiers were everywhere, taking the best of everything. Jews could scarce ly forget, even for a day, that they were a beaten people, any more than a Japanese or Aus trian can forget it these days. Jesus grew up in the sort of atmosphere which military occu pation always tends to produce: un certainty, fear, hatred and desire for revenge, tense with under ground plots, rumors and con spiracies. The Romans found Pal estine hardest of all their pos sessions to rule. When Jesus was a boy there was a terrific uprising near his home, and the Romans crucified 2,000 people in reprisals. * • • Established Church E MUST not think there was no religion before Jesus was bom. There was too much of it— that is, of the wrong sort. The “established church” of Jesus’ land was the Temple at Jerusalem, with its complicated ritual, its countless beasts roasting on the great altar, its white-robed choirs chanting by day and night. The High Priest himself was appointed by the Roman over- lords; chosen for his skill in rabble-soothing, he held office on condition that he could hold the masses in check. However, the Jerusalem temple was a very small part of the actual religious life of the ordinary citizen. Even the most religious would see the place only a few times a year. Jesus seldom referred to it, and it was finally the leaders of the established church who hound ed him to his death. • • • The Sects T HEN as now, not all the religion of the people was confined to the official priesthood and “officers of the church.” There were other religious groups, unofficial sects, and not all good. There were the Sadducees, aristocratic and wealthy, professing a strictly this- world religion, not believing in any life after death and rejecting most bf the Scriptures. The Pharisees were the un official religions leaders of Israel, as the priests were the official leaders. They were the traveling preachers, the Bible teachers, the D. D.’s of that time. Closely associated with these were the Scribes, experts in the study of the laws of Moses,' They should have been good, but what Jesus thought of them can be seen in the blistering words of Matthew 23. • • • Watching for the Dawn I T WAS a discouraging world in which to be born. Under the Ro man heel, with government in the hands of foreigners, with religion under the leadership of political bosses, hypocrites, church lawyers and fanatics, it was not a hppeful time. And yef there were some really Godlike souls. The stories in Luke 1 and 2 bring before us God-fearing people old and young: a priest who had real faith in his heart, old, old people who prayed for nothing else so much as for God’s kingdom, and simple shepherds who welcomed the message of God. And above all, Mary the blessed among women. (Copyright by the International Councu of Religious Education on behalf of 40 Protestant denominations. Released by WNU Features.) Milk House Heaters Solve Farm Problem Easily Attached to Walls in Winter Time Nobody enjoys working in a cold milk house. But until very recently, farmers could do little about it—ex cept, perhaps, add another layer to their already uncomfortably bulky clothing. Experiments conducted in the last two or three years, however, have ' helped solve the milk house heating j problem. One type of equipment, de veloped as a direct result of such agricultural engineering experi ments, is shown in the accompany ing illustration. It is a 3000 watt, 240 volt, thermostatically controlled electric space heater. Easily at tached to the milk house wall, it is five feet high and produces a tem perature range of between 40 and 80 degrees. Other new developments along this line include the use of small hot wa- ter radiators which are connected to standard dairy water heaters, and Arthur Miller of Union, 111., ad mires the new heater recently in stalled in his milk house. the conversion of electric milk cool er compressors into heat pumps. Most farmers, however, are in terested primarily in “spot heat ing”—that is warning only the spe cific places in which they happen to be working at the moment. This is a relatively simple job and can be done by placing heat lamps di rectly above or adjacent to the space to be warmed. Glorify Holiday Leftovers! (See Recipes Below.) Those Greener Pastures The old saying that “grass is greener on the other side of the fence” has a scientific basis in fact, according to Dr. William A. Al brecht, head bf the soils depart ment of the University of Missouri. Cattle’s grazing habits, he said, are based on a search for feed that will best, nourish them. “When a cow risks her neck to get grass on the other side of the fence,” he declared, “she is show ing good sense. She does this be cause the neighboring grass not only looks, but is greener. She is instinctively seeking grass from soil high in protein producing ele ments.” Feed that contains body-building bone-making values comes only from soil that is high in mineral a . ' A ^ . fertility. Dr. Albrecht said. Declin ing soil fertility means a decline in the health of our livestock, our crops and ourselves. Dr. Albrecht warned that wide spread loss of “life-giving ele ments” from the soil is becoming more serious. Rebuilding the soil’s fertility strength so that it can produce crops with body building values, said Dr. Albrecht, depends on proper soil management. That includes liming, the growing of deep-rooted legumes regularly in the rotation, the use of phosphate and potash fertilizers and the re turn of barnyard manures and green manures to balance fertility losses through crop removals. After-Holiday Meals SMART HOMEMAKERS, instead of looking on holiday leftovers with scorn, will welcome having them because they save time in meal preparation a s well as conserv ing time in mar keting. Who doesn’t welcome succu lent slices of ham, turkey or roast beef when served with slices of bread or rolls? They’re the re frigerator raiders’ delight! Then, too, there are excellent dishes which Mom can prepare quickly from vegetables and roast. Everything’s cooked and needs just a bit of ingenuity and heating to make them ready for the table! To make leftovers palatable, it’s best to disguise them completely. With the right recipes, it isn’t much of a trick, and it’s fun, too, tcy test your ingenuity. 'Chicken Rice Loaf (Selves 6) 2 cops diced, cooked chicken or tnrkey 2 enps cooked green peas 2 cups cooked rice 2 tablespoons chopped pimiento 2 egg yolks, beaten H cup milk 1 tablespoon minced onion 1 teaspoon salt Dash of pepper Combine chicken, peas, rice and pimiento. Add milk to egg yolks, then fold into chicken-vegetable mixture. Add onion, salt and pep per. Place in a greased loaf pan and bake in a moderate (350-de gree) oven for one hour. Serve with cream or mushroom sauce. Place pan of Cranberry Peach Taffies in same oven during the last half hour of baking time. •Cranberry Peach Taffies 4 canned peach halves % can jellied cranberry sauce 2 tablespoons butter 6 tablespoons brown sugar Drain peach halves. Cut cran berry sauce into one-half inch slices, then "ut each slice in cubes. Crumble butter and brown sugar together. Place cranberry sauce cubes into hollows of peach halves, allowing at least two cubes to each peach half. Sprinkle with butter- sugar mixture. Place in shallow pan and bake during last half hour with Chicken Rice Loaf. • • • IF YOU HAD HAM for Christ mas, you’re undoubtedly looking for a smooth way to get rid of the ham shreds. This main dish loaf stretches the ham with un flavored gelatin and cheese and will make nearly as big a hit with your family and friends as the whole ham. Serve it for a buffet meal or snack with a green salad. Ham Loaf (Serves 6) 1 envelope unfiavored gelatin H cup cold water K cup hot water H teaspoon salt U cap vinegar Vi cap diced celery LYNN CHAMBERS’ MENU Hot Tomato Juice •Chicken Rice Loaf •Cranberry Peach Taffies Molded Leftover Fruit Salad French-Fried Eggplant Bran Muffins Cookies Beverage ♦Recipe given Vi cup diced sweet pickle 1 cup grated American cheese 1 cup diced cooked ham Soften gelatin in coid water. Add hot wateiy and salt and stir until I dissolved. Add vinegar. Chill until the mixture is the consistency oi unbeaten egg whites. Mix in celery and pickle; divide mixture into two parts; to one, add the grated cheese, to the other, the diced ham. Turn ham mixture into loaf pan and chill until almost firm; add cheese mixture and chill until firm. Unmold on crisp greens and serve with tomato wedges. • « • IF YOU want a hot dish out of the leftover ham, then combine it with spaghetti as in the following recipe: Spaghetti-Ham Ring (Serves 6) Vi cap spaghetti, uncooked 3 eggs Vi teaspoon salt 2 teaspoons {rated onion 2 cups ground, leftover ham 2 tablespoons shortening 1 teaspoon Worcestershire sauce Vi cup top milk Break spaghetti into small pieces and cook in boiling, salted water until tender. Beat eggs slight ly, add season ings, milk and ham. Mix with spaghetti which has been rinsed and drained. Grease a ring mold with the shortening and pour in ham-spa ghetti mixture. Bake in a moderate (350-degree) oven for 35 minutes. Turn onto a platter and fill the cen ter with buttered broccoli, peas or other vegetables. • • • WHEN YOU HAVE just a little turkey left from the roast, it can be extended with oysters in this savory pie: Turkey-Oyster Pie (Serves 6) 1 cup small oysters 2 cups leftover turkey, cut in strips 1 cup leftover turkey gravy 1 cup milk 1 tablespoon butter 1 tablespoon Sour 1 teaspoon salt Y a teaspoon pepper Vi cup mushrooms, if desired H recipe plain pastry Combine first four ingredients. Heat to boiling and simmer gently until oysters curl. Melt butter, add flour, salt and pepper. Add to tur key mixture. If fresh mushrooms are used, saute them before add ing to turkey mixture. Pour into deep, nine-inch pastry tin. Top with slashed crust. Bake in hot (425-de- gree) oven until top is browned. For pastry, use one cup flour, one- third cup lard, one-half teaspoon salt and two to three tablespoon* cold water. Released by WNU Features. From Chick-Fed Mink To Chic Fur Coats Poultry raiding habits of wild mink have provided a tip for econ omy in the feeding of captive mink which for years have been fed on horse meat and fish. But the fondness of mink for poul try suggested the feeding of the waste from poultry dressing plants —the heads, feet and entrails. Ex periments proved that both adult mink and kits thrived on this cheap er diet. ! LYNN SAYS: Here’s What to Do With Bits of Leftovers Green peppers, filled with' creamed macaroni or spaghetti mixed with leftover holiday meats can be baked for mighty good eat ing. Add some dabs of leftover vegetables to the mixture, if you like. Have some leftover cranberry sauce? Heat it and use as the liquid with lemon-flavored gelatin. Mold with other leftover fruits for a salad after the holidays. Sliced ham combined with a spread of mustard butter makes a wonderful snack for ice box raid ers. . A mighty tasty way to serve left over turkey or chicken is to heat it in leftover gravy or a rich cream sauce and serve over French-fried noodles. Small dabs of peas, car rots or other vegetables help out the white sauce. If you had roast beef over the holidays, serve slivers of the left over meat over a tossed vegetable salad. Pretty Woodland Scene DAINT this picture with youx * needle! A woodland scene that looks lovely in any room—in nat ural color; mainly single stitch / You can frame or Just line this beau tiful wall panel! Pattern 7011; transfer of panel 15 by 20 inches. Our Needlework book will show you how to put your spare moments to good account. It’s only 15 ceats and has illus trations of the best designs. A free pat tern is printed in the book. i Sewing Circle Needlecraft Dept. 564 W. Randolph St. Chicago 80, Ut Enclose 20 cents for pattern. 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