The Owosso times. (Owosso, Mich.) 1897-1926, 1919-09-12

mp his work sooner than usual, he
came. went into the kitchen and un-
earthed a cook book. in which he
found recipe that suited his purpose.
So he donned an apron and pro-
ceeded to cover himself and share
OF his surroundings with -four, milk
and eggs. But somehow he managed
to concoct yellow mass that looked
as If 1t might do.
In the drawer OF the cupboard Dale
found a small brush, and with this he
smeared the waffle iron thoroughly
with grease. The brush was an old
one, however, and number of the
bristles played truant and stuck to the
irons.
After painstakingly picking off the
vagrant bristles, during which opera
ton ne burned two fingers. he took the
pitcher and poured heavy coat Of
batter on the lower iron. 1t began to
sizzle, and he clamped the other iron
down quickly. From between the two
at once emerged a sticky mass that
spread itself generously over the sides
Of the irons, finding its way into the
gas flame, which 1t threatened to ex-
tinguish.
He turned the irons quickly, as the
directions admonished him 10 do, and
lifted one and peered inside. There
was a waffle in the making, sure
enough, but 1t was sad specimen.
He left 1t moment, then essayed to
turn II again, but In some manner the
irons became separated and the half
baked cake slid gracefully into the
fire.
Dale stood with his hands on his
hips, his face flecked with batter and
ragged. However, he was still deter
mined, and as there was considerable
batter left IN the pitcher, he set to
work again.
This time he exercised more pru-
dence and put only small dab on the
iron. 1t proved to be enough to cover
little more than one-quarter Of the
surface when it had been pressed out.
He tried to add more, and while so
doing he let, the top iron fall to the
floor, where it narrowly missed his
foot. He recovered it and proceeded
to clean it. In the meantime the bat
ter he had left on the other half Of
the apparatus burned to crisp.
Dale ran his hands through his hair
in desperation, leaving blOtches of yell
low on his black locks.
"What's going on?" inquired voice,
end he saw. his wife standing In the
door, a perplexed look on her face.
"Tm trying to make waffles," he ex-
plained. 1--WE kept 1t dark secret
from you, but I'm just desperate to eat
g good waffle"
She chased him from the kitchen.
go and clean up" she ordered, "and
I'll try my hand at the business. But
don't you dare come near. I'll have
to straighten things up and make some
Few batter"
Half an hour later Dale was called
to dinner, and when he sat down at
the table he found nice, plump,
brown, steaming waffle confronting
him, while more were in process of
making. With trepidation he bit into
it, after spreading 1t with butter and
strip.
"Fine!" he cried, as he slowly swal-
lowed the morsel. THAT'S the best
waffle / ever had"
She smiled sweetly at him from the
stove and turned the irons.
"Of course, you'd have to say that"
she said, seven If 1t killed YOU"
He tried another mouthful, this time
with more confidence,
81 repeat my assertion" he declared,
as he cut another piece for transfer to
his mouth. where in the world, Jes-
sic, did you ever learn 1t? I know of
only one other woman in the world
that can make them, and she used to
work at McSwenson's, back In my
home town."
She was laughing.
That's where used to make Them"
she told him.