Richmond Palladium (Daily), Volume 92, Number 167, 15 July 1922 — Page 14

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TIIH RICHMOND PALLADIUM AND SUN-TKLMGUAM, SATURDAY, JULY 15, )Z2

If you're camping out In the.ed, with slices of buttered bread.

w'-"us, you might as wen let trie - men put in a layer ot any kind oi

"woods help ""Port you. Not only j fi uit, sprinkling a little sugar over will it give "you fis!l Kiinu it and dotting with small lumps of make your meat supply, tou '1; Repeat these layers altergenerously give you vegetables and nateiy'T' Ulc dish is ,ulL T,le

aesseris as wen. j layer on top sih,u, "v.";""

There are greens, for instance. A "mess of greens" is a good standby

for a meal. Of course you must bo sure you know what plants to use.

Dandelion leaves, dock, and sorrel

are good and are easy to recognize.

Bake the pudding for a u... ' three-quarters of an hour, with moderate heat. iOat the pudding hot, with a sweet sauce. For the sauce, melt a little butler, put in some sweetening, and

My mother takes a piece of cloth

I And inake:i a dress for ine, j Or else she cuts wune curtains out, i As pretty as can he,

Or elst tdie sews it on a chair And says: "This color brings The very sunlight that we need To put a smile on things." iv mother knows a piece of cloth

MYSTERY of CRESSTE FARM By JULIA R. BURR

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The books that ti.,:; iaK- uyV" rt,,u read

And then explain to you. Christian Scienfe Monitor.

CHAPTER I The Question Is Settled Constance looked up from the

I hook she was reading as her broth- ! er entered the room.

"Well, Jimmie, it's all settled,' she said, and adding rather sarcastically, "We can't even have our own choice."

A Deep Problem Father: "What is worying you, my son?" Willie: "I was just wondering bow many legs a centipede would have to lose before he'd limp."

Not Strong for Work Tired worker: "Boss, is you goi a cullahd man on youah book named Simpson?" Boss: "Yen. What about, it?" Tired worker: "I'se dat man. I just thought you had it down Samson."

"What 'itmnie. "Wny".

do vou mean?" "What's settled?" "u- going up to

! on a farm as there is in a big city, j except perhaps, that it is of a lilllu I different sort. Of course, you havo : never had the opportunity to sea i the difference for yourself as you ; have always lived in the city, and ; every Hummer you have visited j Uncle Uol in a si ill larger city, and ' you have been influenced by tho ; whirl and the swirl aud the gaiety

; of it until you think that there m asked no other place in this whole world like it. Besides you have never vis-

Uncle, tied your Uncle John,

John's New England !... "I''no mi? wnnen cnnunuajiy to

l think it is time

When you have gathered enough of them, pick them over, wash, and drain.

Make a scalded salad by cutting

bacon into small dice, frying, add

ine vinegar, pepper, and a lit tl

salt to the grease. Then pour this,

scalding hot, over the greens.

Corn cakes are good with greens,

Did you ever hear of corn dodgers?

Use one quart of meal, one tea

spoonful of salt, and one pint of

warm water. Make these into a stiff dough, and form into cyliu

lers about four or five inches long

ind one and one-half inches in

hands in diameter, rolling them b tween the hands. Have a frying

pan very hot, grease it a little, and put dodgers on as you roll them. Leave them there until they have

browned a little, and then put them in your oven and bake thoroughly. Don't bake them too fast, and bake them long enough to be done inside.. For a dessert, try bread and butter fruit pudding. Line a deep dish or pan, which has been well greas-

WHAT the TOAD SAYS

IRENE S. WOODCOCK I'm a brown little toad that lives all alone By the side of the wall 'neath a gray mossy stone, And there I have lived for many a day In comfort and peace. Please don't drive me away. I blink at the stars and I wink at the moon, I squint at the sun in the heat of the noon. And when the soft rain gently drips on the ground, I love to come out and hop around and around. I am homely, I know, but my dark, ugly skin Is just a protection to wrap myself in; And I do not make warts. I no magic possess. I'm only a toad in a little brown dress. Did you notice the cut-worms that bit off your greens? Or the stout army-worms that were eating your beans? Did you see your rose-hushes all covered with bugs? And the pretty green ferns that were eaten with slugs? Those insects are gone, but they tasted so good, I'd eat again, ev'ry one, if I could. For I am not harmful to gardens, you see, Though I know what so often you've thought about m So if you'll be kind, I will be just an good In my own quiet way as any toad could. And eat all the bad, harmful bugs that I see. Though they're bad for the plants, they are dainties to me. And here in your garden, content and alone, By the side of the wall, 'neath the gray mossy stone, I will quietly live year by year, day by day. Little boy, little girl, please don't drive me away! Our Dumb Animals.

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for you to

the best part of our summer vaca-, 'C:"- and )

lion," she replied. "I think it's a for you 6 go. Neither you no? shame that we can't go where we: Constance would ever lie lonely for choose." j you will have four jolly cousins to) "Who said we must go?" demand-! romp with all of the time. I don't ed Jimmie, "mother or dad?-' j wan't to command you to go, but "Mother told me about it." Con-! I want you to go and try it out a a stance replied, "but I have an idea a sort of experiment, since you

that dad decided the matter." I think you will not like it, and then

"That's a nice trick to play on a fellow," blustered Jimmy. "I don't see why we can't go up to Uncle Rol's. Just think of spending almost all summer on a farm! Why, there's no fun in it, while up to Uncle Rol's we can have just loads of fun." "Yes, it'll be an awfully dull place," agreed Constance. "Can't

we coax dad to change his plans?" "That's not a bad idea," saidi Jimmie, "and we can try it at least.'

We might as well do it now, too." So they tip-toed down the corridor to the library where their father was reading, so that their mother might not hear them and guess their motive. 'Hello, kidlets." greeted their father as they entered the room. "Heard the great news, yet?" "Yes," said Jimmie, "that's what we came in to see you about. You see, dad, it's not a especially great news to us." "It's not!" exclaimed Mr.- Praudlen. "Why, what's the matter?" "Well, you see, it's this way,"

said Jimmie, seating himself and Constance. "It'll be an awfully j humdrum vacation to spend it on: a farm, while if we were up at Un-'

cle Rol's in the city, we'd just have one jolly time after another. Can't you see, dad, we wouldn't have any fun at all on an old farm." "Son," replied his father, "that's one big mistake that you and Constance have both made. You think that a farm is just a dried up, slowmoving piece of territory that no

compare the results. In the end I'll be willing to Let that you will be anxious to return there again.

next summer. Besides you will have a little time to visit Undo Rol when you return." Jimmie looked over at Constance, and silently pleaded that she decide, the matter. She understood and quickly came to the rescue. "Well, dad," she said. "I suppose that you really do know more about it than we do, and that's what we want your advice. We'll try it out anyway, and perhaps it will turn out as you say." "There, I knew you'd do it," said her father. "My kiddies wouldn't back out of a little thing like that.' So Constance and Jimmy tripped out of the room more inclined to take the journey than when they had come in, and they were really convinced that their father knew best anyway. (To Be Continued)

Fisherman's Luck

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SJif. fisherman. Yon

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ilong." coaxed Foster. "Let inu

THE DAYS OF REAL SPORT

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one cares much about, but there iV use your rod again." really as much excitement and fun' "Nope," declared his older bioth- --:- . : j op, "You can't. I'm letting (ieorg

have it. He's a regular fisherman. You couldn't catch a fish if you tried all day. You don't keep your mind on it." llarley and the three other boys went off in their boat for fishing farther up the river and Foster wandered oft f by him.-elf, taking a walk along the bank. He couldn't help it if he made friends with every man, dog, or youngster along the river and that he always found . it more interesting to talk to people than to sit and fish. He didn't earn particularly about fishing but h hated being left alone. On. he walked until he camo around the bend of the river. Them snt a coujile of men quietly fishing. Foster sat. down and watched them idly. Then he made some remark to the older man, and soon, as was

Foster's way, they were talking ! like friends. The old man was a

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veteran fisher. He fh'hed because he liked to sit dreamily on the river bank. He always had good luck. Somehow he knew where the fish were to be found. They talked a long time in low tones, until it began to he d irk and Foster realized he must be getting back. When be arrived at the eottag the boys were back. They reported little luck only a few fish altogether. Then Foster came out with a string of glistening fish. "Good gracious,", said llarley, "how'd you get those?" "The way you said I couldn't catch fish by talking." (Copyright 1922 AasiH'tateil Editors)