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DESERT MULLIGAN NOT A PICNIC Hu(i(il?d around a campfire, members of an anti-tank crew, on the march near Safi, Morocco, cook up a stew while one of their members peers through field glasses as he stands guard. The War Against Mrs. Hadley Adapted from the MGM Picture by WILLIAM McCORMICK SYNOPSIS: Mr*. Stella Hadley, . Washing- ton society matron and a staunch Republican of the old school, is celebrating her birthday with a luncheon on December 7. Present are Elliott Fulton, a friend of the family; Mn. Hadley's daughter, Patriria; her son, Ted, who works for Fulton at the War Depart- ment; her physician, Dr. Meecham and her best friend, Cecilia Tal- bot. Mrs. Hadley ii annoyed when news of the Jap attack on Pearl Harbor disrupts the party. She is Yen more annoyed when Fulton tells her he cannot let Ted leave the office on Christmas Eve. She does not know that Ted, a dissi- pated youth, has not been working late at the office each night as be has told her. Nor does she know yet that Fulton is go- ing to li.i.,- Ted transferred to active duty. * * CHAPTER TWO Mrs. Hadley - - very much tht grand dame distributing largesse had handed out the last of the Christmas presents to the staff. She turned to the maid. "And now, I've saved the best present till the last," she said. "For you, Millie. I asked Mr. Fulton to make inquiries about your brother at Pearl Harbor. He's well and safe." TOTS' BUTTON-FROCK By Anne Adams Children \\ill love this button- front dress Vause it lets them dress themselves. Mothers will like Anne Adams Pattern 4213 for its easy inal-iir and novel style. Kdgc the simirtly shaped front panels with ric-rnc or have them in contrast. Pattern -121, 'I is available in chil- dren's sizes 2, 4, 6, K. Size 6, all one, takes 2' yards .'tfi-inch; 1% yards ric-rm-; other version, 1% yards .15-inch; \ yard contrast. Send twenty 'cuts (20c) in coins (stiim; s cannot be ncccpte.l) for this Anne Adams pattern to ftoom 421, 7:1 Adelaide St. West, TororttD. Write plainly size, name, adilrcji and ftfvl* number. Millie burst into happy tears. "You mny take the evening off to break the pood news to your mother," Mrs. Hadley told the beaming girl. "Could I speak to you a mo- ment, Mrs. Hadley?" asked Peters. "I had word from the Draft Board today. They've reclassified me in 1A. I'm to report for service next week." "You mean, you'll be leaving me?" asked Mrs. Hadley incredu- lously. "I'm afraid so, Mrs. Hadley." "I'm sure that won't be neces- sary. PI speak to Mr. Fulton about it." "I'd sooner you wouldn't do that," said Peters uncomfortably. "If they need me, I feel I ought to go." "You may go at the end of the week, but I do think you could have given me a little more notice." "But, Ma'am, I only got my notice. . . ." "We won't discuss it. You may tell Bennett to give you two weeks salary before you leave." Pat entered the room dressed in a Red Cross canteen uniform. "If Teddy has a breakdown, I shall hold Elliott Fulton respon- sible," Mrs. Hadley told her daughter. "He has to work again tonight. Elliott might have some consideration for me, even if the Government hasn't." "I'm sorry I couldn't be here to help you with the Christmas presents. I had to dig up an extra girl for canteen duty tonight." "Patricia, is that the canteen that Laura Winters is running?" demanded Mrs. Hadley suspicious- ly. "She's just helping, mother." "I shouldn't think you'd want to associate with the wife of the man who contaminated your father's newspaper," Mrs. Hadley countered. "I must run now," her daughter said, planting a kiss on her fore- head. "It's Christmas Eve for the soldiers, too." As Pat was leaving, Bennett apologetically halted her. "I just wanted to tell you, Miss, that . . . well, I didn't care to tell Mrs. Hadley ... I thought it might upset her . . . but if I'm missing some evening I wanted you to understand. I'm an air raid war- den." "Good for you, Bennett." "Thank you, Miss. You won't mention it to Mrs. Hadley, will you ?" * * Pat assured the butler that sho would not and made her way to the canteen. Just how she met Michael Fitzpntrick has never been quite clear to her. Somehow, from the jam of uniformed men clamoring for coffee and dough- nuts, the happy smile and broad Irish features of Miku suddenly seemed to stand out. Somehow, the handsome young Irish-Ameri- can private managed to ask dis- rmingly, "What's your mime?" Her name, of course, evoked a grinning, "Mine's Mike we oughA, to get together." "Say, couldn't you come over oi) my side for a while?" he wheedled. "Not while this rush is on," Pat smiled, "ivhy don't you come over to my side?" Mike vaulted over the counter without further invitation and Pat shoved an apron at him. "What's that for?" he asked, backing away suspiciously. "So you won't spoil that nice uniform. Once across that bar- rier you're a worker. You're go- ing to help me wash the dishes." "What wait a minute." "Of course," said Pat coldly, "you can always go back." There was a moment's hesita- tion, then Mike said decisively, "You're a hard woman. Gimme that gimp." * * * Pat led Mike from behind the counter amid the howls and wise- i racks of tin- other soldiers. She lud him into a little alcove with i sink piled high with dirty dishes. "All right, Mike, you can't take it," she told him as he surveyed the dishes ruefully. "Go on back." "Oh, no you don't. You can't fire me without notice. And from the looks of it, we'll be here at least two weeks." He rolled up his sleeves. "I'll wash, you dry," he instructed. "Oh no, we'll both wash." They stood side by side at the sink, washing. Mike broke the silence. "Shhh,'' he cautioned. "What's the matter?" "I thought 1 heard the baby crying." "It couldn't be I doped hia nine o'clock bottle." "Good girl." There was another moment's silence, then Pat stated factually, "that's my hand you're washing." "I wondered why it didn't clink," replied Mike just as factu- ally. "You've still got hold of it." "Do you mind?" "No, I've got one left," replied Pat. They both laughed. Pat was smiling happily as Mike drove her home that night. "Do you realize if you had taken me homo before the other girls, you could have saved yourself a lot of driving?" she asked with mock severity. "I don't know Washington very well," Mike replied ingenuously. Pat smiled, then issued an abrupt, "Turn left!" command. "Stop here," she instructed as Mike swung the station wagon around. "What for?" "This is where I live." "In there?" asked Mike in obvi- ous disappointment. "It's awfully big." "It isn't really." "It looks awfully big to me," Mike insisted stubbornly. "Well, I guess you must be kind of tired. It's been swell meeting you. I suppose I'll be seeing you at the canteen sometime." "Stop acting that way," said Pat angrily. "Just because I hap- pen to live in a big house is that any reason to troat me as though I had the measles? What differ- ence does it make?" * Mike looked at her a moment, then his face broke into a smile. "I'm sorry. It wouldn't make any difference," he snid happily. "Not with a girl like you." "Where do you live?" Pat naked. "Clary Street. At least Mother lives there. That's where 1 wa born." "I thought you said you didn't know Washington," Pat accused. "I never really did until now." Pat looked up at him, touched and flattered by the sincerity of his remark. Their faces drifted very close together. "Do you mind?" Mike asked humbly, almost fearfully. "No I don't think so," Pat whispered, surprised at herself. He put his arm about her and drew her close. Just as their lips met there was a sudden crash and they were jolted away from each other. They turned in amazement. A sporty looking roadster had crashed into the rear end of tho station wugon. Ted stuck his head out of the offending car. "Why don't you look where i you're going?" he demanded i drimkenly. "I'll kill him, so help me," said i Mike furiously, climbing from the j car. ".Mike, no!" Pat cried, rushing ( after him. "Mike! He's my bro- ther." "Oh!" Mike reacted. He turned cordially to Ted. "Glad to know | you." "Patricia, who is this mugg?" demanded Ted coldly. "Do you want me to help you get him inside?" "I don't need any help," Ted insisted. "(Jo on, soldier. Back to the war." "Guod ni;;!it, Mike," said Pat Christmas Eve In Hitler^Reich Will Be Neither Tranquil Nor Holy This Year Christmas Eve has always meant much to Germans, says the New York Times. Every family feasted and looked forward to a cheerful new year. Accordingly Hitler's government is doing its best to make the most of the traditional spirit. There are to be special ra- tions for the civilian population and one kilo of peas or beans, one of flour and sugar and* a large sausage for every soldier on leave, while Czechs, Poles, Greeks, Frenchmen and Yugoslavians starve. All this, Germans are al- ready told, is nut tie possible by good harvests at home and the exploitation of occupied countries. Thus are conquest and Hitler's conception of peace on earth and will toward men to be justified. Will the German people content themselves with this? They know that the little extra mea to be doled out conies from cattle slaughtered for lack of fodder, that six million foreigners who are forced to labor must be fed, that thousands of Ukrainians and Rus- sians brought into Germany must be provided with shoes, that the health of the country Is in a pre- carious stale, and that the stric- test control is necessary even in foreign countries to prevent infla- tion. Worst of all is the problem of national health. With only one physician left for every 12,000 civ- ilians, Germany faces a medical collapse which must have far- reaching effects on war produc- tion. The tuberculosis rate is ris- ing so rapidly that a new national organization has been created to take the place of divers state, pri- vate, city and party institutions. Diphtheria, pneumonia and other infectious diseases are taking more than the usual toll. The death rate for live births and for the age group between one and 20 years has been, rising alarmingly. Such is the shortage of medicines that the lines at drug stores are as long as those at food shops. Hos- pitals are so overcrowded with wounded soldiers that civilians must be cared for at home, chief- ly by their families. Despite the attacks on the church, Germans will sing "Slille Nacht, Heilige Nacht" (Silent Night, Holy Night) as of yore. But this Christmas Eve will be neith- er tranquil nor holy. The older generation will heave a nostalgic ligh when it contrasts It with its predecessors of happier times. "Stllle Nacht, Heilige Nacht" the sentiment must seeui a mock- cry now. And all because a ruling clique led by a fanatic has yet to discover that the precepts of the great religions express age-old con- victions of civilized mankind and Und for something more than the imaginary predestination of .any one nation to rule the world. Nazi* Requisition France** Trains Germany has requisitioned more than 1,000 locomotives, 800 'pas- senger coaches and 40,000 freight carg from French railway lines la recent months, Secretary B. S. Townroe of the United Associa- tions of Great Britain and France, told his organization. The association is one of tha principal organizations for promot- ing goodwill between France and Britain. He said the German requisition- ing, coupled with serious shortages of oil and coal and persistent R.A.F. attacks on trains, had caus- ed a serious transportation crisis to France which "Is leading to bad distribution of food supplies and greatly Increased sufferings of the French during the coming winter. 1 ' sadly. "I'm sorry it had to end like this." "What do you mean, 'end' ? It's only the beginning. Merry Christ- mas, Pat." Pat looked after him smilingly, am he hurried off toward the sta- tion wagon. A look of Incredulity was on Mrs. Hadley'g face as she read the official looking card the next morning. "But, it's impossible!" she ex- claimed. "They can't put you in the Army. You're in the War De- partment." "No more, I'm not," replied Ted bitterly. "Darling, you mustn't upset yourself," his mother worried. "I'll phone Klliott right away. All he has to do is tell the Drnft Board that you're essential to him." She went to the telephone and started dialing. "But I'm not." "Then Elliott will have to give you greater responsibility." Mrs. Hadley insisted. She spoke into the phone: "Hello? This is Mrs, Hadley. I'd like to speak to Mr. Fulton. Oh! Well, ask him if ho will be good enough to phone mo just as soon as the conference is over. Thank you. Goorlbye." (Continued Next Week) ISSUE 52 '42 Ontario Hospital Plays Dual Role Hospital For Sick Children, Toronto. Needs Help It sometimes happens that very young bat! 33, who have been aban- doned by their parents, find their way to the Ho'jpital for Sick Chil- dren, Toronto. Not long ago a three-weeks-old baby girl was found late in the even- ing, crying on the dqprstep of a pri- vate dwelling. The infant was wrapped In warm clothes and ap- peared to have had the best of atten- tion. There was no clue as to the parents. Police were called, and the baby was taken to the Hospital for Sick Children, where she was given a warm welcome by the night stsff. "Welcome little sister," said the nurse .vho took the infant from the coat and two blankets in which It was wrapped. "Kick around and enjoy yourself," the nurse continued, as tlie little one laughed at her iff glee as if she knew she had found a new home. Who !-:ncws what tragic story lies behind this incident. But perhaps it broupht some grain of comfort to the mother's heart to know that her little brown-eyed baby was in such canab'e hands. How wonderful it would be if every case ended as happily as this one! But all too often there is a sombre side to the story. For well over half a century the Hospital for Sick Children has been a sanctuary for the sick and crippled children from every part of Ontario. Accident cases; children with de- formed hacks and limbs; defective eyesight: rare diseases and physical disabilities; all are cared for and nursed back to health, regardless of race, creed or the ability of parents to pay the cost of hospitalization. This worthy institution which ac- cepts its little patients regardless of race, creed or financial circum- stances has just started its annual Christmas appeal for funds to meet an unavoidable deficit, and to enable its work to be continued in just as effective a manner as in the past. This year $138,000 must be raised. Government grants have not risen with the tremendously increased costs of the past three years of war. No help is received from the To- ronto Federation for Community Service because of the fact that pa- tients are admitted to the Hospital from every part of the Province. There is dire necessity behind this appeal for help. Little children depend on it for their chance for health. Your gift should be mailed to the Appeal Secretary, The Hos- pital for Sick Children, 67 College Street. Toronto. A chance for health and happiness to the greatest possible gift to little children. All Battleships Called Warships All battleships are warships, but all warships are not battle- ships, says the Windsor Star. Every vessel of war is called warship. But, the battleships are the big warships. They are the giant fellows of from 25,000 to 50,000 tons. They carry 12- inch, 15-inch, or 16-inch guns as well as smaller armament. In the United States, the battle- ships are named for states. The aircraft carriers are named for battles. The cruisers are named for cities. And, the destroyers are named for people. The battleships are the capital ships of the line. They are the warships which form the backbone f fleet. TABLE TALKS SADIE B. CHAI*eeF>-. Happy New Year To All I feel I could do no bettor than repeat to you for New Yearn the message for Christmas. There are so many, many reasons for which to be happy in this Chris- tian land of ours, in spite of much sadness and anxiety. To make this happiness real may we all resolve with all earnestness to do our part to be worthy of the "Brotherhood of Man," arid be worthy of the Victory, which we know is going to be ours. NEW YEAR'S "DINNER MENU Grapefruit and Orange Cocktail (topped with cherry) Roast Goose Savoury Dressing Giblet Gravy Mashed Potatoes Glazed Onions Tomato Jelly Salad (Served on lettuce with salad dressing) Mock Mince Pie Beverage of Choice Savoury Dreisin? Mash potatoes finely, season with onion, sage, salt and pepper. Apples may be substituted for the potatoes. Do not fill the fowl more than two thirds full. Glazed Onions 24 small white onions 2 tablespoons butter 6 tablespoons sugar 2 teaspoons water Peel onions and cook in boiling salted water until tender. Drain. Melt butter, add sugar and water; add onions. Simmer long enough to glaze and brown the surface of the onions. Mock Mince Pie 1 */i cups seeded raisins 4 medium-sized tart apples Grated rind of 1 orange Juice of 1 orange H cup of fruit juice or cider ?i cup sugar (less if fruit juice sweet) V4 teaspoon cloves ^4 teaspoon mace 3 tablespoons finely crushed cracker crumbs 2 tablespoons white corn syrup Chop the raisins; pare, core and slice the apples. Combine raisins and apples. Add orange rind, orange juice and other fruit juice. Cover in saucepan and simmer until apples are soft. Stir and add sugar, spices and cracker crumbs, blending well. Sufficient filling for 1 medium sized pie. MIKS Chainticm twlromen iierwunal ii'iii-r , from iiniT,--ti-ii re<lrm She la plcnxed lo reoeite miKltevlloiw OB topic* for her column, noil to vn rend; to listen In your m-i peeve*. '* IteiiuvMtM for reclu** or pedal menuN nre la order. A<l.lie four letters lo "Min* Smile II. 'bnm- ben, 73 We Adelaide Street, To- ronto." Send tninuvil elf-MUiIrncd envelope If you vll> n rev I*. Best Wood Fuels The best hardwood fuels are beech, yellow birch, rock elm, hickory, hard maple and oak. It has been shown that about one and one-quarter cords of such wood have the same heating value as one ton (2,000 Ibs.) of coal. CHRISTMAS DINNER UP-TO-DATE By BARBARA B. BROOKS The Christmas dinner includes, of course, the proverbial turkey and dressing, cranberries, steaming plum pudding or mince pie, but there are new versions of even these traditional dishes. Try Spiced Oven-Popped Cereal with the tomato juice for the first course. T he- turkey will be lomething more than super stuffed with a fluffy cereal dressing. Chiffon Mince Pie is a modern recipe for an old favourite. Here are some up-to-date additions to the festive meal: Spiced Oven-Popped Cereal I tablespoons butter % teaspoon cinnamon teaspoon mustard seed Few grains pepper Vi teaspoon curry powder 8 cups oven-popped cereal teaspoon alt 1 cup roasted, salted peanuts Melt butter in heavy frying pan; add mustard seed, cover, and ook until seeds begin to pop. Add curry powder, salt, cinnamon. pepper, cereal and peanuts. Stir constantly until cereal and peanuts are thoroughly heated and combined with seasonings. Serve as an appetizer. Yield: 10 servings. Oven-Popped Cereal Stuffing TO cup rice Vi cup chopped onion cups boiling water 6^4 cups (1 pkg.) oven-popped Mi teaspoon salt - % cup fat % cup diced celery cereal tablespoons minced parsley tablespoon poultry seasoning teaspoon salt cup stock or water 2 1 Wash rice thoroughly in a sieve; drain well. Add rice to boiling alted water slowly so that water continues to bubble. Boil rapidly 16 to 20 minutes until rice is tender; drain in sieve. Brown celery and onion in fat; stir in rice and mix well. Crush cereal into coarse crumbs; add parsley, seasonings, and ,tock; com- bine with rice and mix thoroughly. Sufficient stuffing for one fowL Stuffing may be baked in a covered casserole in a moderate oven (875F.) for 25 minutes. Yield: 3V4 cups stuffing. Fluffy Mince Pie 4 cups corn flakes OR Vi cup melted butter 8 cups oven-popped cereal % cup sugar 1 tablespoon unflavored gelatin 3 tablespoons melted butter Hi cups water ' 3 C up lemon juice 9 ounce package mincemeat ^i cup sugar 2 eggs, separated Koll cereal into fine crumbs; combine with butter and sugar mixing well. Press mixture evenly and firmly around sides and bottom of pie pan. Bake in moderate oven (350F.) for about 8 minutes; cool before adding filling or pie shell may be thoroughly chilled without baking. Soften gelatin in V* cup of the water. Add remaining IVi cups water to mincemeat and cook until mixture thickens slightly. Beat egg yolks, add butter, lemon juice and sugar. Add to mincemeat Continue cooking until mixture thickens. Add gelatin and stir until dissolved. Cool. Fold in stiffly beaten egg whites. Pour into crumb pi* shell and chill about 1 hour or until firm enough to cut. Yield: 1 !)-inch pie. Note: If homemade mincemeat i used, reduce water to V* CUB mid use 2 cups mincemeat.