Kankakee Valley Post, Volume 11, Number 7, DeMotte, Jasper County, 2 January 1941 — Page 2

Sportlight

by GRANTLAND RICE

TOS ANGELES. The paths of Ouimet and Eddie Lowery crossed again at the Bel-Air course of Beverly Hills. Who is Eddie Lowery? He is now a successful San Francisco business man and a good golfer in his own right. But nearly 28 years ago Eddie Lowery was the 10-year-old caddie who

worked for Francis Ouimet in the famous Vardori - Ray play fori the U. S. Open at Brookline in 1915. Ouimet’s finishing rush and his play in the play-off is now one of the main dramatic spots of all golf, no matter how many centuries you may look back. But Eddie Lowery’s part

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in that championship also has an interesting side which in the main has never been known. . .1 Lowery s Story “I was only 10 years old at the time,” Eddie said, with Ouimet listening, “when my older brother and I used to caddie for Francis. We both played hookey the first day of the tournament. My brother caddied for Francis while I followed Vardon and Ray. That night our mother said we both had to be at school next day. My brother went back to school, but I played hookey again and carried Ouimet’s bag. 1 had to keep an eye on Ouimet’s ball—and also on the lookout for truant officers, who were pretty keen, “I’ll never forget the last three holes of the last round,” Eddiel continued. “Francis had to play these in 10 strokes, one under par, tp get a tie with Vardon and Ray, who had already finished. On the phort sixteenth Francis had a 20-foot putt for a two. This seemed a good chance to go for that birdie. But he was too bold, and the first putt ran eight feet by the cup. But he holed that one for his three. Oh the seventeenth he holed another 15 or 20-footer for the needed birdie j and then through pouring rain got his par four on the last hole which resulted in the now famous ttiple tie." . W hat Haj)fumed Later “You can imagine how tremendous was the excitement,” LoWery said. “Few thought the 20-year-old kid with the 10-year-old caddie .had even an outside chance against two famous golfers who had played in so many British Opens! A good mapy of Ouimet’s friends thought I was too t young and too 1 small to caddie in an event so important. They insisted on some older caddie, but Francis held 'out for me.” “I’ll pick the story here for a moment,” Ouimet cut in. “Next morning.’ a short while before the match, Eddie came and got my bag. ‘You won’t want to hit any practice shots, will you?’ he asked, knowing that I seldom did. I said, ‘No.’ Eddie then said. 111 see you in about half an hour. “Where are you going?’ I asked. ‘We start in a few minutes.’ ‘l’ll tell you later,’ Eddie answered as he hustled away. As we were al* three ready to drive off I looked around again and there was Eddie. “ ‘Where have you been?’ I asked him. “ ‘I didn’t want to bother you,’ he whispered, ‘but I’ve been hiding in that barn. There’s a truant officer after me to take me back to school so I had to keep out of his sight. And listen/ he said, ’you’re going to beat these two guys sure. You just keep your eye on the ball and I’ll take care of everything else/ ”

Lowry S/leaking “As I recall it,” Eddie “the three were all even as they passed the turn. I could see a worried look on the (aces of both Vardon and Ray. They had expected the inexperienced 20-year-old kid to crack wide open.; But here he was cooler than ever. He didn’t watch their drives. ' He just kept playing his own game.- Then on the tenth hole both Vardon and Ray took three putts and Ouimet w ? as out in front. “They all played fine golf the next few holes, and ttien big Ted Ray was the first to break up. This left the b&tle between Francis and the great Harry. And it was Vardon who finally couldn’t stand the strain and the fast pace any longer as he, too, cracked and Francis with a birdie picked up two more strokes. The killing thrust.

“Francis was still as cool and as unruffled as if he had been playing a dime Nassau with two old pals. It was still raining and the course was wet and soggy, but Ouimet’s drives continued to find the middle. His iron play was perfect and hik putter was smoking hot. The two veterans couldn’t stand up againsk that finishing 34 under such conditions, especially when they had looked for a certain runaway.” “That must have been a big thrill,” I said to Lowery. “It was a big thrill I’ve never forgotten, and never will,” Eddie said.

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CHAPTER XXX—Continued —lB— sank again into her chair. There were tears in her eyes. “But it will be awful. Everything i will be faked up again, my engagement to Wild! Oh, Mr. Mortimer, you can’t do this to me!” His eyes bored into her pleading ones. ‘‘l suppose you know now why Helen Austin ran hway?” Lynn’s eyes were wide as she listened. “Charley <&ustin came to Palm Beach to join his brother. She thought he was in Europe. She saw him that day you were at the beach, driving his car in downtown West Palm Beach. Poor girl. She was frantic. She had to leave you stranded. She thought he knew she was there. She thought he might have seen her. She didn’t even date send for you.” I “Poor Mrs: Warren . . . I mean Austin . . .” Lynn covered her face with her hands. Spe could see the Helen Warren she knew with her son in her arms as she read him his bedtime story. She jumped up:, “I’d hurt your case. They’d say I was just trying to get even with what the Austins did to me! They’d say I’d worked myself into their confidence! Oh!”

“I’ve thought of all that, Miss Morrow. You’re our best witness. Austin charges his wife ran away with his best friend. You know where she was those first few months after she left Austin’s house. You are the only person who does.” He went on and on. Every detail of Helen Austin’s struggle to keep her son with her was recounted, Mortimer’s ’ eyes were hard as they watched Lynn. “You’re going to do your duty, no matter how it hurts. It’s the only decent thing to do. We can’t let them get away with it!” Lynn sat with her face covered. She could see the fight stretching on and on. How well she knew the Austins would never stop until they had Buddy! She flung out her hands: “Can’t you make them make it all up? Can’t you use your influence to get them together?” /How can I? He won’t even talk to me! He’s bitter and under the influence of his family. If he had any idea of where Mrs. Austin is, he’d get that-child if it took a company of State troopers! I don’t trust them. They’d agree to conciliate and theV’d double-crosts. I know them!” Mortimer kept her there three hours without dinner. She gave a detailed statement of heir life with Mrs. Austin, five months she spent with the woman'and her son in the trailer. _ , “It will be worth your while, Miss Morrow.” I Lynn dropped her pencil as he spoke. “What I am dofng, I am doing because I must tell the truth! Understand that. I don’t want youjr money! I couldn't takei it.” She was furious at the implication in his voice. “All this is terrible for me! You must know that. But as you say, I can’t do anything else!” Tears trembled on her long lashes, and her odd gold-flecked eves were swimming.

It was terrible! There was no doubt that she must remain loyal to Helen Austin. She paced up and down the room, trying to see her way clear. She must see Chuck and talk to him. That was the only way. She must! No matter what Mr. Mortimer said. Chifck would listen to her. He had to! Next morning Lynn dressed with unusual care for work. She was early, so eager and so nervous over what the day might bring that she could eat no breakfast. i During the morning she managed to find time to telephone Chuck, but she could not reach him. What she did not know was that every newspaper man in town w r as also trying to find Charley Austin. . At noon she went to his office. When she walked into the reception room the clerk on duty straightened. Lynn was a breath-taking sight in her lovely clothes. She smiled and asked for Mr. Austin. “Mr. Charles Jr.,” she added. “It is a personal call.” “I’m sorry, but he’s out of the city.” Lynn’s face clouded. She must reach him. Something in the clerk’s eyes told her the truth. “May I leave a 'little note for him?” “Certainly, we’ll be glad to forward it.” Lynn wrote hurriedly: “Please see me, Chuck, as Soon as you can. It is terribly important to me. I’m working at Mme. Reanoud’s for two weeks.” Then Lynn turned to the secretary: “This is very important to me. Will you please see that Mr. Austin gets it as soon as possible?” She went back to the shop, waiting and hoping that he might telephone. There was no word. Mme. Reanoud, realizing Lynn was under a great strain, spoke casually of other things to her and did not seek to learn the cause of her agitation. For which she was grateful. The next afternoon when Lynn had about given up in despair, Chuck telephoned to her. It was a long-distance call from Florida. “I got your note, air-mailed to me here, Lynn, what’s wrong?”

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/‘Oh, Chuck, I’ve got to see you!” ‘‘Are you in trouble?” “Yes. I need you/’ Chuck paused a moment before he answered: “I’ll fly in. Meet me at the airport tomorrow night.” There were tears in Lynn’s voice when she thanked him. “Don’t tell anybody I’m in hiding. Just meet me there. I’m ducking everybody. I won’t even go home,” he said. Lynn hung up the telephone and stood there staring at it. Now that he was coming, she was appalled at what she had done. Would he believe her? Lynn went over and over what she would say. He’d be furious. He’d tell her to mind her jown business and then go and find poor Helen and steal Buddy from her. After work the next day, she; got the bus for Newark at the Hotel New Yorker. She was early, j When Chuck’s ship was cabled, she was so nervous that her knees shook. He was first to get off, and he seemed glad to see her. “Well, here I am, Lynn.” He Was smiling, and his smile somehow; reminded her so of Wild that her heart melted inside her. “Chuck!” Now that the time had come, she was in a complete panic. She was weeping openly. Through her tears she said: “Come to my

Mrs. Reanoud spoke casually of other things to Lynn.

apartment. Nobody will bother us there, and we. can talk.” “What has happened?” Chuck’s voice was alarmed. “Is it Wild?” “No.” She tried, but her courage failed: “Chuck, let’s wait until we get to my house. It’s difficult—” When they finally walked into Lynn’s poor little studio, Chuck felt something of the girl’s state of high tension, facing her in the light of the studio lamp. “It’s a long story, Chuck. Be patient with me.*” She was so appealing in her obvious panic, that Chuck was gentle with her. “Chuck, sometimes it is, hard to do the things you have to do.” “I’ve found that out.” “Let me tell you something about part of my life you don’t know anything about,” Blindly, haltingly, she continued: “It’s about Florida and here. I didn’t have a job.. I was just out of school. Qne day here ih New York I answered the ad of a woman in a Newark hotel.” Lynn stopped: “Chuck, in spite of all that’s, happened do you have faith in me?” She broke down suddenly. Chuck, watching her bowled head, was mystified, but he felt sincerely sorry for her: “I have faith in you, Lynn. You’re honest.” ’ j CHAPTER XXXI His answer gave Lynn strength tp go on. "I went to w'ork for a woman. She had a trailer, and she wanted me to go with her down South, as a maid, help her drive, take care of her child. That was in October.” Suddenly Chuck’s face assumed a different expression. There was a sudden hardening of his eyes. Lynn seeing this, stood silent before him,; beseeching him: “You must listen. I stayed with that woman until February.” She tried to choose her w'ords carefully. It was hard. She was a heartbroken woman, Chuck, I know. Night after night, I heard her cry herself to sleep. We wandered all over the South. I never knew r much about her ...” Chuck turned suddenly in his chair: “What was her name?” Lynn did not answer, for a moment. She came over to Chuck and slipped onto her knees beside him. “I’m throwing myself on your mercy, Chuck. You’ve' got to play fair with me! You’ve got to!” He did not answer. She put her hand on his shoulder. “You’ve got to promise! You’ve got to.” He stared at her, for a long time. Finally he spoke: “It w'as Helen, wasn’t it.” His words w’ere not even a question. “Yes.” “Buddy?” ' “He w r as w'ith us.” “God!” Chuck covered his face wdth his hands for a moment. Thin he stood up: “Where are they now? What name w'as she using? I’ll have every cop in the country after her.

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I’ll find her and I’ll get that baby if it’s the last thing I ever do!” j She forced him to sit down and listen to her. “You’ve got to play fair. You’ll never get that boy away from Helen Austin. I can tell you that right now!” Chuck’s eyes blazed: “This I wanted, a tip where they are. The rest is easy. Once I get him, she hasn’t a chance.” Lynnes fighting spirit w'as up: “That’s what you think. Chuck, 1 shall go on the witness stand and tell everything that happened those first five months I was with your wife and baby. When I do, there isn’t a court in the world that will give you that baby, Chuck!’’ Chuck looked at her unbelievingly. “No, Chuck. You’ll never get that boy. ,Tl|iere isn’t any other man. I know.” He started to get up: “Why did you get me from Florida to tell me this fair|y story?” “I’m telling you the truth.” “Bunk. What’s Mortimer paying you?” ! Lynn did not even bother to answer. She just looked into Chuck’s blazing eyes, her own full of contempt. Suddenly he was on the defensive/ “Why did you wait .a year to tell me thisf So you knew it all along when ypu were giving me all that sound ac vice up at Austin Manor!” Lynn swallowed, thought hard before she made her answer: “I did not know that Helen was your wife until I saw her picture and Buddy’s in the papers two days ago.” She spoke simply, directly. Her level eyes forced him to look at her. He laughed loud: “Did Mortimer send you here to see me? He’s tried hard enough to get me every way.” “If Mr. Mortimer knew I was here telling you this, he’d be frantic.” “Then re working for him.” “I am his witness, if that is what you mean. I am going to be honest with you, Chuck.” He threw up his hands. “Very smart of Mortimer, but not smart enough. I’ll have that baby in two days.” Lynn was white now. She’d never forgive herself if this did not turn out right. She stood before him, her hapds clenched together. “Helen’s a decent woman! When I say she loves you, I mean it. You didn’t use her right! I know sp well what happened. She was a working woman. Leisure* is hard for us. Your friends up at Austin Manor didfi’t care about me,' either. They’ve got a closed union. They said from the beginning that your mafriage wouldn’t work. And they did everything they could to see it didn’t.” “That isn’t true! My family did everything ...” “I’m not talking about,your family. Do you think that gang was nice to me when I was up there?” Chuck seemed surprised. “Of course they were!” Lynn laughed shortly. “Of course they were not! It’s little things a man doesn’t understand. But I could see how they’d eat into a girl’s soul. She wasn’t interested in them; thoqght they were pretty dumb. And thevj resented her; thought she was dull.” I At least he was listening! There was a deacj silence in the room. “Your wife ran away in a panic and left mil stranded. That was because she’a seen you in West Palm Beach that! day.” Lynn felt she had to make the whole thing clear to him. “I didn’t know. I never could understand. Not until two days ago.” Chuck turned on Lynn. “If you testify, wefll tear you to shreds. We’ll bring up everything . . . Everything!” His eyes threatened her. Lynn stood quiet, looking up at him.

“I would expect you to do that, Chuck. I’m'a working woman, we’re fair game. But here’s one that’s going to stick to your wife! “Chuck! Chuck! Why do you want to pillory when she’s done nothing? Why dci you want to take Buddy from her when her greatest sin has been lack of understanding of your friends? What has she done?” Chuck did not answer. He was breathing hard. He must walk warily. If he once got the boy, they could all go hang! He’d take him where none of them w r ould ever see him again! “I know what you’re thinking. You’ll steal him, and Helen will never see him again!” There w'as agony in Lypn’s voice. “Chuck, I begged Mortimer to try to talk to you. I know the situation. But he refused. He said you’d do just what you’re planning to do.” She covered her face w r ith her hands. “I thought 1 knew you. I thought you loved them both. I thought you’d believe the truth when you heard; it. He warned me! But I couldn’t believe anybody would do that to any other humam being!” Tears ran down her face. She had tried so hard! She had believed she could work this miracle. Bitterness sw’ept over her. “Why did I try? I’ve ruined everything, when I wanted to help! God, I wish I’d never seen the Austins!” Chuck flared up at this: “Why did you then?” TO BE CO 'S TIM ED)

WNU Saarvic*

“Meat makes the meal,” especially when there are husky, harcUwolrking men to feed. But for those behind the scenes in the kitchen, thinking up a different and a flavorsome meat dish for each day out of the seven is no small task. There are two ways to approach the problem. First, investigate

fairly abound in good flavor and need only-to be properly cooked to be serious rivals to more expensive cuts. If you are buying pork, ask the meat dealer to prepare you a handsome rolled sirloin roast. It’s a thrifty cut not so well known as the pork loin roast but it has decided advantages. Two sections of the pork sirloin are boned and tied together into a solid roll Q's meat. The round, compact slices offer no obstructions to the knife, and are the answer to a carver’s prayer. The picnic shoulder of pork is another cut of exceptional flavor. Have it boned, stuff it with spinach and roast it.

If- it’s too soon for another leg of lamb, buy a section of lamb breast and have it rolled witfj a layer of sausage. Slice off the meat, as you w r ould a jelly-roll; you’ll have the neatest pinwheels imaginable. Lamb shoulder and lamb shoulder chops are two other not-so-well-known possibilities. The second way to coax some vhrfety into your meat dishes is jto try new w r ays of flavoring cuts that you serve often. If much of yoijir meat supply comes from a frozen foods locker, this is your best bet. Have pork chops cut double thiejk and stuff them with a tart mixture of sauerkraut and apple. Your family wall beam approval whpn you serve that combination! Cj>r make your next ham loaf like an upside-down cake so that when you turn it out, there are of bright-as-a-dollar apricots across the top. Try canned gooseberries as a relish wath ham or beef, or canned Damson plums with veal.

Pork Chops Stuffed With Sauerkraut And Apple. (Serves 6) } 6 loin pork chops (cut 1-inch thick) 1 cup sauerkraut (drained) if 1 cup tart, red cooking apple (diqed) (unpared) Vi teaspoon salt ! Vs teaspoon pepper 2 tablespoons fat Vi cup sauerkraut juice. 11 Have a pocket made from the outside of each chop. Combine sauer-

traut with finely diced unpeeled apple and stuff the chops with the mixture. Season them with salt and pepper and brown on both sides in hot

fat in a heavy skillet. Add sauerkraut juice, cover, and finish the cooking' in a moderate oven (350 degrees). Bake for IVi hours, and remove the cover during the last 15 minutes of baking to brown the chops. Round Steak, Western Style. (Serves 6) 2 pounds round steak 2 tablespoons butter „ 1 teaspoon salt Vs teaspoon pepper 2 medium onions (sliced) Vi lemoh (sliced) \ 1 No. 1 can condensed tomato soup (116 cups) 1 cup water • Have round steak cut” % inch thick. Spread with butter and sprinkle with salt and pepper. Arrange slices of thinly but onion and lemon over steak. Dilute tomato soup with water and pour over steak. Bake in a moderate oven (350 degrees) for 2 hours uncovered. Boneless Sirloin Pork Roast With Stuffed Apples. Ha\e the meat retailer remove the tenderloin and bones from two sirloin sections, reverse the ends,

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A CHANGE IN THE MEA[?] COURSE (See Recipes Below)

some of the lesscommon cuts. You’ll find them thrifty to buy because the demand for them is less. Most of them

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and tie the two boneless pieces together in a compact rolled roast. Season with salt and pepper and place with the fat side up in an open roasting pan. Make an incision to the center of the roast and insert a meat thermometer so that the center of the bulb reaches the center of the fleshiest part of the meat; Place the roast in a moderate oven (350 degrees) and until the thermometer Registers 185 degrees Fahrenheit. Allow about 30 minutes per pound for roasting. Serve witty rice-stuffed apples. . Rice-StuffPd Apples. v 6 medium-sized baking apples 2 tablespoons brown sugar 1 cup rice (cooked) 1 tablespoon butter *2. cup water

Wash apples and cut a slice in the top of each. Remove the cores and seeds and sprinkle the'cavities with brown sugar. Mix cooked rice with melted butter and stuff each apple. Arrange them in a baking pan with the w'ater in the bottom and bake for 1 1 2 hours, or until tender in a moderate oven (350 .degrees). / , 0 Lamb Pinwheels. (Serves 5) Boned breast of lamb (about 3V) pounds) z k pound bulk pork sausage 2.tablespoons > , 1 teaspoon salt Vs teaspoon pepper 1 small onion - (sliced) 1 cup tomatoes (canned) 2 tablespoons Worcestershire sauc • Have the lamb •" breast boned, spread with bulk pork sausage,

in the pan, leaving 2 tables!,. - only. Season the roll with pepper. Add sliced onion. • „ and Worcestershire sauce O' tightly and cook very siowh e eldone, about IV2 hours. Slice a > pinwheels, ..using a very sharp hr ie. Cushion Style Pork Shoulder With Spinach Stuffing. (Serves 10) Boned picnic shoulder (about 5 pounds) 1 teaspoon salt' Vs teaspoon pepper l x k cups drained spinach (cook* dor canned) 2 tablespoons onion (minced) 4 tablespoons butter 2 tablespoons lemon juice * 2 cups fine, soft bread crumbs 1 teaspoon salt V\ teaspoon pepper Have the picnic shoulder bone 1 and sewed on two sides at the : - ket. This leaves one side open ; r inserting; the stuffing.' Season surface of the pork * shoulder ‘h salt and pepper. Combine the ach, onion, butter, lemon juic< bread crumbs. Season with and pepper and use to fill the ca\ pf the roast. Sew or skewer ' edges together. Place the' show r, fat side up, on a rack in an <•; r roasting pan and roast in a r erate oven (350 degrees) until Allow about 40 minutes per j for the roasting.

THE JANUARY BIRTHDAY

The food makes the party, pecially for a round-eyed you; . ster of six or eight. If you h a January birthday coming 1 you will find both menu and re ipe help in Eleanor Howe’s C Book “Easy Entertaining.”. Party food for all ages, from the three-year-olds to the teen-age group :s but one of the sections in, her book. If you need new suggestions ! r your hostessing, send !0 cents coin to “Easy Entertaining" av of Eleanor Howe, 919 North \! igan Avenue, Chicago. I for your copy. (Released by Western Newspajper l'mono

rolled, and h ted or skewered into shape at the market. Wipe the meat with a damp cloth and dry; Then browp ;V: sides'' in hot ’i Pour off the’