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THE COLBORNE EXPRESS. COLBORNE. ONT., MAY 25, 1944 Booms And Nets To Guard Harbors Chiefs of Britain's Boom Defence Service today arc engaged in working out detailed plans for protecting the European harbors they /expect the Allies to be using shortly. Theirs is the job of erecting steel booms and nets across occupied harbors to keep out enemy _ submarines and torpedoes. Men of the Boom Defence Service accompany invading armies in ships specially built to maintain nets which weigh from three to 30 tons. 4498 i.....iti.....,........a A slip that you can trust under your smartest dresses is Pattern 4498. Well thought-out to the last seam, it caresses your figure just where it should, and stays in place! Tffou couldn't ask for a better fit. A transfer pattern from which you may select your initials is included . . . also a step-by-step Sew Chart. Pattern 4498 is available in women's sizes 34, 3G, 38, 40, 42, 44, 16 and 48. Size 36, 2.JJ yards 3'J-inch. Send twenty cents (,20c) in coins (stamps cannot be accepted) for this pattern to Room 421, 73 Adelaide St. West, Toronto. Write plainly size, name, address, style number. MOTHEBCMFT HEMTH NOTES A Daily Diet For Expectant Mother Diet throughout pregnancy should be sufficient, good, simple, diges- °j '< >0t The quality of the f* d'"' *"* por.tant;. Natural added for cUiMipation. Milk -- one pint at least of fresh whole milk, especially if mother is overweight. At least two quarts of water must be taken daily. Alcoholic stimulants should not he taken unless medically advised. should" sec her dentist as teeth often decay during pregnancy and the forming child will get What it tableTalks Make This Receipe a "Regular" This week's recipe describes a hot, healthful and delicious dish that tried once will be a "regular-Corn En Casserole 2 tablespoons chopped green 2 tablespoons flour 1 teaspoon salt '-4 teaspoon paprika ^ teaspoon dry mustard cups milk lVi cups Bran flakes, finely crushed 2 cups canned whole kernel corn, drained 1 egg, well beaten Place green pepper, onion, and 2 tablespoons butter in saucepan and cook gently until tender. Add flour and seasonings and stir until smooth. Add milk and cook until thickened, stirring constantly. Add 54 cup flakes, corn, and egg. Turn into greased quart casserole. Melt remaining 1 tablespoon butter and pour over remaining 54 cup flakes. Toss lightly to mix. Sprinkle over top of corn. Bake in hot oven (400° F.) 30 minutes. Makes 6 servings. mm J PLACE AT ANY MEAL, ANYTIME ! Busy housewives appreciate Kellogg's ready-to-eat cereals more and more every day. Kellogg's are a satisfying dish anytime--for breakfast, lunch, odd-hour snacks. Ready in 30 seconds. : the neck and cuffs that it can't , there is still plenty of material to make a cotton dress or apron. Where possible, use the buttons or button holes.' down the front--it saves an hour's work. Two worn shirts of contrasting color can often be combined to make a smart cojton frock for your eight year old daughter. • SERIAL STORY Murder on the Boardwalk BY ELINORE COWAN STONE Last week: Chandra wr.rns Christine to be on her guard, urges her to come to him for advice. Christine believes that he is a fake. After the show ends, she remains'. Chandra ccmes to her at once. CHAPTER V "I am glad \'ou waited," Chandra began with* a direct simplicity Christine had not expected. "Xo doubt," she said icily, "this wa< a fair exchange. But don't you think you might have let me in o% the plot?" "Miss Thorenson"--his smile was, tired--almost, if seemed to Christ tine, worried--"I suppose there's really want to help you?" "So you do know my name! . . . But then, of course, you've had me followed by some of your spies ever since I got off that train-perhaps even before. . . . And if you're a Hindu, I'm the Duchess of Windsor. . . . Well, I'm fed up on theatrical tricks. What I'd like is some rfal triple-threat facts--if you've got any." "Then, Miss Thorenson," the "swami" told her with a gentleness was almost broken down, "you were very unwise to register at your new address under an assumed name. 1 see for you a very real danger." "Well, Mr. Chandra--or "whatever yonr real name is," Christine said, "since I seem to have no secrets from you, you couldn't suggest, I suppose, exactly what it is I ought to do--aside from inspecting my baggage for an unmentionable object presumably placed there by a person or persons unknown?" "I could suggest--but it would do no good," he told her wearily, "that if you find--what I have reason to think you will--you communicate with ine at once, by a messenger I will gladly place at your disposal. I shall then be in a position to advise you." "Thanks a lot," Christine flashed. "Fl take my chances on the persons unknown." As she marched out, she glanced at her watch. . . . After It, and she was a good two miles from home. by . Of course thWdea that she could 'v dear--beginning with that tele-Christine1 jmnped when" yoke'said at her shoulder, "it would be you. Don't you know that no girl with unwelcome attentions on this Boardwafe at night'" "So it seems," Christine said when she could control her voice. "Xo doub! .if'you bad your way curfew have run up the stairway from the beach, for he was breathing quickly, and his hair was rumpled. "Well," he went on with such inf&gbus pleasure that Christine found herself feeling for the first time that day that it was marvelous to be young and alive, "maybe I'll.be able to enjoy my meals now. When I called the Crestview this afternoon, they told me you'd checked out. . . . But let's get out Jhey had been standing just in front of Christine's "studio." As they moved on under the lights of the Twentieth Century Pier, Christine stopped short in the midst of the crowded, noisy Boardwalk. "But"--she cried--"why you're drenched!" The sleeves and front of his coat and shirt were dripping, trickles of water ran down his light trousers, and his shoes were sodden and "Oh, that?" He glanced^ down with some embarrassment. ""I got pretty close to the surf-line, and a live young person. She was no more capable of analyzing her sudden lift of spirit than she had been of understanding that her restlessness and lonliness of the earlier evening haePnot been entirely due to worry about Cousin Emma's ' Season's Special -- Rhubarb Pan Dowdy •idesT ItvV delightful i with a crunchy topping of whole bran, desi dessert course. And don't overlook the color-- as delectable as your new spring bonnet. . RHUBARB PAN DOWDY 4 cups diced fresh' rhubarb 1 cup sugar, 1 teaspoon butter Yn cup All-Bran 1 tablespoon baking powder cup milk 1 teaspoon salt lj-i cups flour 2 tablespoons sugar % cup shortening Arrange rhubarb in baking pan; sprinkle with sugar and dot with butter. Soak All-Bran in milk. Sift flour, baking powder, salt and sugar together. Cut in shortening until mixture is like coarse eornmeal. Add soaked All-Bran and mix until all dry ingredients are moistened. Drod by large spoonfuls onto rhubarb and spread lightly to cover rhubarb. Bake in moderate oven (37S°F.)-.35-40 minutes. Yield: S servings. hese days, when tea must yield the utmost in flavour, quality is of supreme importance* Ask for ♦ ♦ SALAM strange desertion. She only knew now that she felt more at home with this tanned stranger whom she had met barely 24 hours ago--more warmly glad to see him--than she would have felt with any one she had known a lifetime; and that her pleasure in being with him again was as right and natural as the clean sea breeze. cold, too," he was going on -plaintively. "Something hot to eat would feel right good at this minute --and Decker's is just a comfortable walk along the Boardwalk. That's the one place in Surf City that doesn't reek with fried potatoes. ... . And I hate eating alone. Come on, Miss Thorenson," he wheeled with an engaging grin, "be a good scout." "I'd like to, only"--Christine laughed for the first time that day --"except that the fellers call you 'Bill,' I don't know your name." "I answer much more docilely to 'Bill,' but if I forgot to mention it, the rest of it's Vardley," he told her. Then he added with something behind the smile in his eyes that made her catch her breath, "I hope you're going to like it." While they were waiting at the table Bill had found by a window that overlooked the sea, Bill said, "It occurs to me that there's a lot about me besides my name that you don't know. I raise horses for a living--mighty fine horses. But the market wasn't too good this year; so I took' over the riding school here. You see, I've had a handicap over you all along. When I heard you say you were Mrs. Tal-bert's cousin. I knew you wouldn't be interested in lifting my watch." "If you'd known the whole truth," Christine said wryiy, "you'd probably have kept your hand on that watch. . . . Xot that I'm not Mrs. Talbert's cousin; but there've been occasions--not so long ago--w-hen a nice 17-jeweled watch would have made my fingers itch." "Christine," he said abruptly, "something's worrying you. Why "You'll probably laugh," Christine hesitated. "I hope you will. . . . I've had a feeling all along that I ought to; but somehow my sense of humor doesn't seem to be working this week-end." Yet when she did tell him the whole story of that preposterous day, he did not laugh. Instead, he frowned over his cig-aret, "So Chandra took a hand? . . . That bird cuts a pretty wide swathe. People come here to consult him about everything from the baby's first tooth to the outcome of the presidential election: financiers, successful writers and artists and actors; political bosses, social rcg-isterites. They say he used to be an actor. He's probably part psychologist, part mystic, part shrewd business man, and part stage manager. I've never heard of his being involved in anything really shady. In fact, if Chandra told me to go home and look under iny bed for Barnum's elephant, I'm "not sure I wouldn't take a chance." They had left the restaurant, and had strolled back to the Twentieth Century Pier. Suddenly Bill broke off, "Look -- there's something On the Boardwalk just ahead a crowd was milling about, interspersed with figures in uniform. Afterwards, Christine remembered that everything that happened during the grim hours that followed had much the quality of an unreal but none the less terrifying (To Be Continued) Who Wouldn't Rudolf Messerschmidt, aged Jerusalem resident from Switzerland, applied to the government for permission to change his name to Rudolf Spitfire. by staying at FORD HOTELS For Eezema-Skin Troubles me raid UP --it lasts many <J: Jcause it is highly concentrat The very first application Vk ive you relief--the itching ezema is quickly stopped--erv itching Toes Wenn nibcr that Me inti'scpt.'.j "oil 'thV.t' • ISSUE 22--1944 flans QUALITY 1 IS MOT THERE has been no change in the fine quality and advanced features of the famous Clare HECLA furnace and Clare JEWEL Range. 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