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THE EV - % WWEmSFY - FEATURE PAGE. " wrweem i BREAKFAST. Baked Apples Cereal With Cream Poached Eggs on Toast Coffee Cake Coffee DINNER. Roast Shoulder of Veal Roasted Potatoes Lima Beans lad Cheese Wafers Pickled Plums Rice Mousse BY ELENORE DE WITT EBY. Brilliant colors, not content with their conquest of the world of even- ing Yowns, are u.ow invading that of atisrnoon creations. Of course, black #nd its kindred subdued tones will Coftee continue to be used extensively, but SUPPER the “dernier cri” is decidedly blatant, Cheese ana p?:,mu Sandwiches as far as color is concerned, and she Drop Cakes Tea who'would have the newest in fash- fow“must supplement her wardrobe with a gay matinee frock. A, particularly attractivé model in wgm scarlet silk crepe la sketched. Jesigning is comparatively sim- ple, (f' the wise dressmaker does not combine brilliancy of fabric with too weorite workmanship, else _the IWII. is “overdone” and the effect entirely lost. The blouse is neither long nor short waisted, but remains between the two. The neck is dis- tinctively Florentine and its classic line: is unaltered by collar or trim- ITTLE CTORIES .[}G'BE%I'II&IE’ Farmer Brown’s Boy Does Some Thinking. BY THORNTON W. BURGESS. ‘Where e'r I am, what e’er I do, To right and self 1 will be true. —Farmer Brown's Boy. Farmer Brown's boy sat on the bank of the Big river in a brown study. That means that he was thinking very hard. Blacky the Crow sat in the top of a tall tree a short distance away and watched him. Blacky was silent now, and there was a knowing look in his shrewd little eyes. In v;_‘gnun'r OBEA-:EA:"O' RED VEL- JET-FINISHED UE Wl'l'll. €oQ! again by successive strips of crepe outlined with bead: The neck is rounded and collarless, but a beaded design forms an edging. The gath- ered skirt is belted with a single fold of crepe knotted at one side and the hem is finished with loops of tiny which twinkle shyly them for a moment. Additional beads are embroidered in a conventional design the length of the gown at the front, &iving just the suggestion of a panel. The youthful dance frock illustrated & charming creation of pale orchid georgette. A ocamisole foundation of the crepe is veiled by an almost square-cut bodice which fastens at the back with tiny buttons, topped with a bow of lavender and silver- striped baby ribbon. The narrow girdle is formed by braided strande of the ribbon and ornamented with two blossoms of deepening purple which resemble water lilies, and are framed in yellow and green leaves. The skirt is made in three flounces of different lengths, each bordered by & deep fringe of orchid-tinted beads. cry: as the elusive light catche: and chic coque feather trailing over one of {its sides. The bright red velvet brim turns up saucily all of the way around, and the crown drapes into folds as it pleases. The draoping feather sprays are of black and sus- pended fram each is a sparkling pen- dant of black jet which bobs lightly to and fro with the slightest move- ment. Although this model would BLACKY THE CROW WATCHED HIM GO. calling Farmer Brown's boy there he had done all he could, and he was quite satisfied to leave the matter to Farmer Brown's boy. “A hunter has made that blind to shoot black Ducks from,” thought Farmer Brown's boy, “and he has been baiting them In here by scat- tering corn for them. Ducks are about the smartest Ducks that fly, but if they have been coming in here every evening and finding corn and no sign of danger they probably have got so that they think it per- fectly safe here and come straight in without being at all suspicious. To- night, or some night soon, that hun- ter will be waiting for them. “I guess the law that permits hunting Ducks is all right, but there ought te be a law against baiting them in. That isn’t hunting. No, sir, that isn’'t hunting. If this land was my father's, I would know what to do. I would put up a sign saying that this was private property and no shooting was allowed. But it fsn't my father’s land, and that hunter has a perfect right to shoot here. He has just as much right here as I have. I wish I could stop him, but I don't see how I can.” A frown puckered the freckled face of Farmer Brown’s boy. You see, he was thinking very hard, and when he does that he is very apt to frown. “I suppose,” he muttered, * tear down his blind. He wouldn know who did it. But that wouldn't do much good; he would build an- other. Besides, it wouldn't be right. He has a perfect right to make a blind here, and, having made it, it is his, and I haven’t any right to touch 1 won't do a thing I haven't a right do. That wouldn't be honest. I've got to think of some other way of saving those Duck: - The frown on his freckled face grew deeper, and for a long time he sat without moving. Suddenly his face cleared and he jumped to his Ted He began to chuckle. have it!” he exclaimed. “I'll do a little shooting myself!” Then he chuckled again and started for home. Presently he began to whistle, a way he has when he is in good spirits. Blacky the Crow watched him go and Blacky was well satisfled. He didn't know what Farmer Brown's boy was planning to do, but he had a feeling he was planning to do some- thing and that all would be well. Perhaps Blacky wouldn't have felt so sure could he have understood what Farmer Brown’s boy had sald about doing a little shooting himself. As it was, Blacky flew off about his own business quite satisfied that now all would be well and he need worry no more about those Ducks. None of the little people of the Green Forest and the Gredn Meadows knew Farmer Brown's boy better than did Blacky the Crow. None knew better than he that Farmer Brown's boy was thelr best friend. “It s right now,” chuckled Blacky. ‘It's all right now.” And as the cheery whistle of Farmer Brown’'s boy floated back to him on the Merry Little Breeze he repeated it: “It is all right now.” (Copyright! 1921, by T. W. Burgess.) Fish a la Creole. New Orleans cooks make an ad- mirable fish a la creole from both fresh and salt fish, such as finnan haddie. To make, cut the fish into squares of an inch, put the bones and trimmings into a saucepan with one pint of cold water and add an onion and two or three cloves. Cover and simmer gently for half an hour. Put the squares of fish over the top of the bones, squeeze over them the juice of a lemon, dust with salt, cover the pan and cook slowly for twenty minutes. While these are cooking, put Into another saucepan two tablespoons of butter. When hot add a chopped onion, cook until the onion is soft and d a chopped chilt and three tomatoes that have been peeled, cut into halves and their seeds pressed out, or add half a pint of the solid portion of fresh tomatoes or a can of tomatoes and one, teaspoon of salt and cook slowly for twenty minutes. Life each piece carefully, arrange them on a platter, pour the sauce over them and send at once to the table with a dish of boiled rice. P ———— not be suitable for all types of femi- nlfl“y. it b:‘comas s ghet-dv'oe\lvre of millinery when worn the girl witl fluffy bobbed hair. Z bt HOME ECONOMICS. BY MRS, ELIZABETH KENT. The Baby’s Eyes. Babies on their backs staring straight up into the light with noth- ing between the sensitive nerve cen- ters and the sky, especially now that ming. A girdle of gray ribbon: sil- the leaves are gone, may be passed vered with a delicate scroll tracery ties in a rosette at one side of the front and serves to define the waist line. The sleeves are flowing draped affairs of unmeven length /and the carelessness of their folds balances the precise severity of the blouse. on any street, met with in any park, n on many a roofiess porch or bal- cony. How is ome not to interfere, even although it seems be none of one’s business how somebody else’s Dbaby is cared for! One wishes to take the unimaginative person in charge and put her on her back in the same position, as defenseless, as helple: and as little able to express her di eemfort—and let her see how she likes it. And even that would be less than justice—for grownup eyes are hardened by years of experience, but baby’s eyes have not that protection. Great harm is done to eyesight and nerves in_general by this one care- lessness. Summer and winter, indoors and out, day and night, a baby should never be so placed that any full light pours directly into his eves. Some- where between the light and him there should be a shade, preferably green and not too dark. Even under the shade of a tree fn summer very few people can bear to look directly up into a sungy sky for any length of time. And few can look long up into a cloudy sky. But think of the babies one sees all around who must lie so for Hours at a time. It becomes & wonder that we grow up with as good eyes as we have, in- stead of & wonder that so many peo- ple must have glasses while they are still so young. very gQod mod- ern practice of having babies sleep outside has much increased this par- ticular risk for them. As hardly any: thing Is more precious than good eye- ARLET JAPANESE SILK CREPE | sight, so let us watch to protect all mfll GIRDLE AND FUR|Dbabl eyes. G. Little Fruit Fritters. Make a paste of one and one-half ounces of butter, one ounce of sugar, one egg yolk and three ounces of flour. Make into littlé rolls, make a hole in each roll with the end of a spoon and put on a baking shee Brush over with the white of egg and bake slowly. When done fill each hole with jam. Sufficient for eight or nine rolls. skirt is cut on circular lines ang {ts bold flare is accentuated by the” fdeep border of light-gray krim- mer.” ther effective afternoon gow! is, one of the lighter fuchsi shades. The material is Canton crepe, ansmall crystal-beaded mptifs form t ly trimming. The Blouse has h#nklymony sleevelets fringed with a and opened from the shoul- " only to be laiticed together then add one teaspoon of ground cin- namon, one cup of peeled and finely chopped apples (measure apples after chopping), one scant cup of brown or maple sugar, one small cup of cur- rants, one tablespoon melted butter and one well beaten egg. Mix well, turn into a greased pudding dish and bake for thirty-five minutes in. a moderate oven. Serve hot with the following sauce: Lemon Liquid Sauce.—Thicken one cup of boiling water with one table- spoon of cornstarch which has been mixed to a paste with a littls cold ‘water. Now cream together one cup of sugar and half cup of butter and pour over it the boiling water. Flavor ‘with one teaspoon vinegar and half teaspoon lemon extract. (Vanilla ex- tract may be substituted for the leleon extract if desired.) An: to Mrs. H.—Here is the ap- pi gelatine recipe you want: Dis- solve three tablespoons of instant gelatin in half a cup of hot water. Slice one and a half pounds of peeled and cored apples into a saucepan and add half -cup of cold water, three- quarters of a cup of granulated sugar and the grated yellow rind and the Juice of one lemon. Stew slowly and rub through a sieve; then add the dis- solved gelatin turn the mixture into a glass dish, putting it in a cool place to cool and stiffen. (This will take a.couple of hours.) Serve with o or cream. If you wish, you can color it attractively with a_little vegetable coloring matter. If you carnot buy the different colored col- orings (red, groen and yellow) for such puddings as this or for cake icings, send me.a stamped, self-ad. dressed envelope and I will tell of a mame of a firm that will ‘sell you these by & .+ A Good Home Supper. P following supper menu is de- licious enough to set before a guest ome@anday night: -t Olives. b Deviled Clams. Graham-Wholewheat “Quick Bread.” Apple Raisin Pudding. Hot Coftee. Nuts. Deviled Clams.—One dozen clams, “one cup milk, five tablespoons flour, half teaspoon dry mustard, one tea- apoon salt, one tablespoon minced onfon, half teaspoon paprika, one tablespoon green pepper chopped, six tablespoons bread crumbs and one hard-boiled egg finely minced. Mince the/clams and drain them from their | lguid. Now blend the milk and flour in & saucepan and boil for three min- _utes; .add the clams and other in- gredients. Mix well and fill the well cleaned clamshells with flabl: l‘nlxtvn. | cook a golden brown in hot deep fat, ltwn.r:n{ éham into the fat In a fry ske TE Then bake fifty minutes in a en. é‘ le Raisin Pudding—Pour one cup 4 ot milk over one cup of bread \crumbs. ;.ev. soak for five- minutes, | vors from his employer. .By Lucille “WHAT MEN WILL WEAR.” ERRIAM LINDSEY didn’t have to read “What Men Wil Wear” in the theater pro- grams, she just looked over the men she “played around with”; all of them, except her husband, dressed appropriately. Which embarrassed her not a little. “Don’t fuss, dear,” she tried to put things casually, “but I've mdde up our minds we're going down to the Grahams this week end. Leila Graham had been a brides- maid of Merriam’'s the year previous and had since married a wealthy wi ower. John had an unreasonable dis- like for Leila. “Makes me squirm when she looks t me,” he declared. “Silly! She just thinks you're good lookin 1 should think she would!" Merriam's contented giggle hinted at Putnam Graham's paunchy middle- agedness and restored John's good humor. But“he became immediately grumpy when he learned they would motor to the Graham's with Richard Slocum. John was fed up with accepting fa- He was consclous that prior to Merriam's marriage Slocum had not ordinartly visited his New York office oftener than monthly, but since that time he seemed to lose no pretext for such occasions. 3 John was trying to be his amiable self in these trying days, but he was awakening to the fact that marrying a rich man’s daughter {8 not a simple matter. The first few months had over | g, No other tea can have the delightful fra- grance or delicate flavor of Tetley’s Orange Pekoe. It is a blend of many of Indi: lon’s most celebrated teas. Our century of blending experience produced it. TLEY'S Makes good TEA a certainty ot o hrars e somin. 308 gt e pond. seemed easy; they were 8o in love then that just food and shelter to- gether seemed luxury. But gradually Merriam was being “dragged back.’ as her old friends put it, to the jolly life to which she was used. She was making many new friends. John hadn’t a reason- able objection, but he was hideously aware that all these folk lived at a standard he couldn’'t afford to keep up with. He hated accepting their invitations. . So young, good-looking, with an adorable wife and a spring holiday before him, he sulked all the way to the subway. Reaching for carfare bhe discovered a note; he grinned in spite of his 1l humor—notes were one of Merry's most endearing habits. “To be opened right after lunch.” Of course, he opened it immediately. “Dearest John,” he read. “A little bird told me you simply must go shopping. Don't be stuffy about it ut go! For items see diagram on other side. I love you very much, dear! She had turned hgr elaborately monogrammed stationery endwise to make a chart with absurd sartorial sketches. For mornings— New sack suit, plain shirt (with cuffs attached, darling), double-fold collars, soft hat, reindeer gloves, chocolaty-look ing shoes. Also a Norfolk with knickies, tweed suit, shirts with collars attached, rubber soled shoes, golf stpckings. For afternoons— Nice white flannels an' match. everything to For evenings— ‘What you have, but & new vest, new collars, new shoes, and a tuxedo for the stag dinner Priday. And she enclosed $500. He was so_angry he couldn't think coherently. He and Merriam had had the money question out before they were married, and she had agreed that the only sporty thing to do was to live on what he earned. She'd been a dear so far about doing that. But he couldn’t guess what & struggle it had been for her. She had &ctually been lying awake nights to write that letter. Thought she was being tactful and diplomatic. Felt that her birthday check from her father was manna from heaven. For months she had been worrying about John's remaining in Richard Slocum’s employ. She had a shrewd plan in the back of her little head to inveigle Graham's firm into making her John an offer. But, of course, John didn’t realize half her motives. Her naive generos- ity he overlooked entirely. He felt that his Merry had failed him, that if she was ashamed of his wardrobe she must be ashamed of him also. So because he was young he went about all day with a boyish lump in his throat, hating himself and every- body. He would have died before he would have spent Merry’s money. By late afternoon he was in a whale of a temper. Slocum, debonair, followed by a bellboy, struggling with scads of smart luggage, blew .in in fine spirits. “We g0 up for your duds and Merry as soon as I phone—" he cried and joked with the phone operator who was connecting him with his florists. “Get this straight,” he or- dered, “ stop for them in about half an hour. Two corsage bonquets. And in separate boxes. Snappy look- ing boxes. One of sweet peas or any old thing that will jolly a hostess. One—" his voice grew unconsciously tender, “of orchids—stick a few miles of fluff on the orchids.” John knew instantly that those were for Merry! His Merry! For whom/ he couldn’'t afford flowers of any kind. He stalked out of the office in blind e LORD CALVERT COFFEE ?LENDED EXPERTS BUY FROM YOUR GROCER 's and Cey- pound. ING STAR, WASHINGTON, D. C., THURSDAY, ,NbVEMBER 24, 1921 Brides Will Be Brides Van Slyke. rage, not in the least caring where he went 30 long as he didn't go to that impossible house party. The street was unusually hectic. Late _afternoon _traffic jamming around slippery corners. A truck ca- reening crasily. A bewildered old lady pushed in front of it. John's last conscious thought as he shoved the old lady to safety was that his one decent business suit was being frre- trievably ruined. He awoke hours later dimly aware of hospital walls and nurses. Still Eroggy from ether he babbled wildly of tweed tuxedos and knickerbockers with collars attached. His groping hand entangled itself in curls. Mer- riam’s red curls. She was on her knees beside his pillow, her brown eyes shadowed with violet 'smudges fixed pitifully on his bewildered gaze. “Damn correct clothes,” mured. Her voice startled him back to reality. It had a new note, a deeper tone; her little girl voice was gone forever. “John,” she begged pitifully, forgive me! I—I ought to be ing.sackcloth and ashes. onsense! Halo and some mice wings!” the surgeon’s staccato sylla. bles interpolated. “Never mind this what-willles-will-wear stuff, young k_rather nifty in ban- dages. And,” he cleared his throat, “inside you're wearing several ounce of your wife's nice, healthy blood. He .patted Merriam’'s gauze-bond wrist. - And being an extraordinarily clever surgeon he pattered out and left them to the blessed miracle of having each other. (Another episode of thix story In to- morrow’s Star.) Things You'll Like to Make he mur- ‘please wear- Cut Kid s AN QISR Kid trimming is quite the mode. Therefore, make a cut kid collar and cuff set for your new flannel or silk blouse. Cut the collar and cuffs the shape you want. On the wrong side of the kid mark off scallops three inches across the tops. Above each callop mark off a one-inch square. ‘Cut the scallops with a pair of scis- sors, but the squares are cut out with a sharp-pointgd knife. This set looks stunning™f pieces of silk of a bright color that contrasts with that of the blouse are pasted under the cut-out squares. (Use some sort of white paste and be careful it is not too wet or the kid will shrink.) A cut kid collar and cuff set like this makes a most acceptable Christmas gift. FLORA. (Copyright, 1921.) Fried Cheese Balls. Rub one Reaspoon of butter into one-half cup of bread crumbs and a cup of grated cheese. Add one-fourth teaspoon of mustard, one-half tea. spoon ‘of salt, one egg and a few gral of red pepper. Beat well, shape_in small balls and fry in hot fat. Drain and serve. LISTEN, WORLD! BY ELSIE ROBINSON There's 2 araze just now for writing abeut selfish people. On all sides you find tales of ambitious young men and women who advance triumphantly to their goals over the remains of their relations, as it were. ThLelir one ory is to “express themselves’ and noth- ing short of the state militia can stop them. For the sake of the moral, the fiu!.hor usually kills them off in the last chapter, but before that they flourish like the proverbjal bay. Invariably their creator com- pares them to “blades of Damascus steel” or some other kind of rare and ruthless hardware, the inference be- ing that the rest of us are only common vegetable knives that you can buy at any 5 and 10 cent store and that it doesn’t matter what hap- pens to us as long as these super- blades retain their brightness. Nor is this idea confined to litera- ture. It's gefting to be quite the sign old mother or the husband of your youth because she or he are stumbling blocks in your progress. “I must ex- press myself!” cries the aspiring one, lndkslrl.lahlway steps on the nearest neck. Now I don’t think that selfishness is like Damascus steel, no matter how cultured its aims. I think it's like a pig. 1 know of nothing more in- nately vulgar or revolting than selfishness. You may camouflage it with beauty, refinement, power, wis- dom—it still remains a grunting thing at a trough. I'll admit unselfishness is seldom comfortable. Theoretically, it should produce a glow of righteousness. Practically, it makes most of us irri- table while we're transacting it. We may act like saints, but we can never feel like them while it's going on. But when it's all over we feel cleaner and more fit for having done it that We have kept faith with our humanity. We can still make faces at the pigs. And as long as we can do that I say it's worth the price. Orange or Banana Pie. For each ple take one cup of milk, one cup of sugar, one tablespoon of butter, the well-beaten yokes of two eggs and one tablespoon of corn- starch. Cook until thick, flavor to taste, slice two oranges or two ba- nanas into the mixture and put into a crust previously baked. Beat the whites of the two eggs until stiff. Put two tablespoons of sugar in, pour onto the pie and place in the oven to brown. . Codfish Chowder. Put two medium peeled and sliced potatoes into a raucepan, add jone cup of flaked codfisa, two cups of tomato julce, two cups of water ‘or stock, one sliced onion and one diced stalk of celery. Cook slowly for twenty minutes. Add ‘two cups of scalded milk and sea- son to taste with salt and pepper. Serve with crackers. ! of the Napoleonic spirit to snub your |s: pom—"T" WOMAN’S (Bigned letters py ment, will be an by Dr. Brady | Letters should be brief and written ia ink. only & few can be answered here, ly can s ining to personal health D The Purpose of the Appendix. \ A recent flurry of queries concerning the purpose of the appendix vermi- formis in the human economy suggests that this dependable indicator is still functioning, although, like the sum- moning of a traified nurse, it is no longer a feature of the soclety column. The only person who boasts about the extraordinary features of” the appendix nowadays is the one who carries the organ preserved in germicidal serum in a hermetically sealed peritoneal cavity. When, or if, God endowed the high- est, in some ways, member of his mam- mals with an appendix no doubt he had an inscrutable reason for conferring this boon, but, being inscrutable, the reason has never been fathomed by any of the mammals, although some members of the finned vertebrates known as sharks purport to have scru- tinized the inscrutable; they assure us the appendix is the ofi can of the ali- mentary machine, and many piscatorials commonly called’ suckers (if you will pardon the crudity), accept this notion as perfectly plausibie. | The appendix, however, is a huge i failure as an ofl can. In fact, I don't believe the Creator intended it for, any | such purpose, for if he had he would ihave placed it in a more strategic po- sition to function. Imagine an automo- bile engineer placing the oiling system on a little trafler to be dragged after the car. And imagine him equipping | the thing with an oil tank or reservoir ; holding one-fifth of a teaspoonful of oil. No, with many thousands of other for- tunates who have sacrificed their oiling ystems, I'll tell the world there's noth- : ing to it. The old alimentary machine idoes much better without this alleged lubricator than ever it did when the appendix was on the job. It must be that some clutches work better witho oiling. Is appendicitis more frequent nowa- days than it was fifty years ago, or is it ‘merely more frequently diagnosed, or is it more widely advertised? The answer to this is yes. It is. We have better newspapers and better commu- nication, better physicians and more - intelligent patients and less wholesome food habits. Less wholesome is just right. Ri fined white flour bread is less whole- | some than graham or whole wheat flour bread. Together with other modern vils of the diet it probably offers the | nditions and environment which favor bacterial infection of the ap- pendix.” Bacterial infection is the cause of appendicitis as certainly as FOR LADI find here in a real refined femi Female Trouble USERS of Pet Mil fast until the milkman arrives. By WILLIAM BRADY, M. D. . Noted Physician and Author - ELECTROTHERAPY and other systems of Practice We hereby announce that all our time and equipment w be devoted for the treatment of our lady patients only. You will methods of treatment from 'every school of practice and ad- ministered by refined Lady Experts. Consultation by Appointment Phone North 1468-J 60 Rhode Island Ave. N.W. Health Extension Institute, Inc. " Why depend on the milkman? PAGE. . —— and hygiene. not to disease diaxnosis or treat- amped, seif-addressed envelope i inclosed Owing 'to ‘the large number of ltters rec ved, be made to queries not conforming to instruc swe: No repl Address Dr. William Brady, in care of The Star.) it is the cause of tonsilitis or diph- theria. QUESTIONS AND ANSWERS. Shiny Nose. Please repeat your prescription for shiny, greasy nose—(i C.) Answer—Powder the nose in the dz time with zinc stearate compound an mop it each morning with a bit of cot- ton moistened with this solution: in . 8 grains watel s 1 ounce Bamboozled. How long does it take for a girl's hair to grow out to its natural length On the spur of the moment 1 had m hair bobbed and now I regret it, for 1| find I am in rather undesirable com pany and my hair seems to grow o very slowly.—(E. B.) Answer—It takes several years for a woman's hair to grow out " Ointment of Rosewater. I find the ointment of rose which you recommend (fres on order by the pharma sorbed by the skin after I appi that correct, or should I wipe after applying ?—(Mrs. W. J. L.) _Answer—It intended to supply oil to the skin which is too dry or | harsh. Do not wipe it off unless the skin seems excessively oily. If that is the condition, no such cream should be used. Resorc! Toilet —_— Women of the United States ar. leading women of all other countrics in the filling of administrative and executive positions, more than 50,000 of them holding public jobs. FPERD. ‘lfig’nyglgg & SON Gouraud’s Oriental Cream. ES ONLY nine atmosphere all the hest Our Specialty k do not wait break- They : do not bother about the daily supply. Their milk is always on the pantry shelf, ready to use as they need it. Pet Milk is “milk at its best’’—just pure, rich country milk—nothing added; nothing removed but part of the natural water. It is sterilized to preserve its freshness and purity. For cream, uee it as it P rox S is—or add an equal quantity of water and you have pure, whole- some, natural milk, as fresh and sweet as spring flowers. Pet Milk is a long time favorite with those who know its quality, purity ‘and conve- nience. Try it today in your favorite upon the milkman. recipe and you, too, will no longer depend Your grocer can supply you. Two sizes—mall and small. Write for a Pet Recipe Book. The Helvetia Company (Originators of the evaporated milk industry) Geneval Ofiocs—8¢. Louis '