The log cabin Democrat., 1921-12-27
SAY IT WITH FLOUR GWENDOlYN G. ROBINSON

The little town of Maplewood had al most given up watching for Betty to do something queer" and unexpected. Not that Betty was ever given to act ing queer" There were the Spofford girls, who, coming home from college, indulged in barefoot dances on the dewy grass. As an eyewitness put it, both them gals was out in the wet grass a-chasin' each other round, and neither of them had much of anything on but some muSkeeter nettin'; and that was hangin' all in tatters. All of sudden Nance lit on u broken bottle. and the way she screeched. You'd thought 1t was the fire department comin down Main street."
 Then there was Julia Arbuck. The Arbuck residence was one of those solid substantial homes, furnished ac. cording to the best ideas in the mail order catalogues.
 Betty Ross kept busy and happy on her fathers ranch, getting an insight into his business. Farmer Ross was a SA'''Si Vi W hNdtt anu lIdtl lOO dNISS under cultivation.
 Betty drove out to the mill with load of wheat with her father one brisk autumn day.
 q want to see the boss" she said. after the wheat had been unloaded and weighed A tall, dusty.looking young man came forward shyly. "Why, this can't be my old school mate Jim," cried Betty.
 Jim was very shy where women were concerned. He fumbled awk. wardly with her hand.
 T wanted to ask you some questions about the flour we've been getting Wasn't that last lot different from the rest?"
 "Yesm. it was That's my new brand, sifted five times more than any other brand. Do you like it?" queried Jim, anxiously.
 "I do. I noticed right away it was different" Jim frightened up at once, and lost half his shyness (Betty perceived it) Ut makes so much better bread and cake that I want to be sure to get 1t right along' said Betty.
 Do you-make bread?' asked Jim, taking in the dainty figure before him.
 i've made on an average of a dozen loaves week for the past year. I've kept the Burns family supplied with bread since their mother died, and twelve-year-old Anna tries to do their cooking Come over some night"
 "Oh. I couldn't" began Jim, in an agony of embarrassment
 "Td show you a loaf of bread made with the old flour, and one with the new" said Betty, taking no notice of his refusal You ought to advertise that new brand of flour"
 "If I only could" said Jim. Father never did any advertising and that's why we never get ahead"
 "A good, snappy ad and some testi- monials from users, ought to be In every sack of flour you send out That way it doesn't cost anything to bring it before just the right people"
 "Ill come up tomorrow night, If you'll let me, and talk it over" said Jim. And so It was arranged.
 The following day was a busy one for Betty. She got up quite early. Parker house rolls. 10 be right must be nodded and raised twice, then the crust ought to be on the ice several hours before it is used if you want to make peach pie with really crisp crust. A chocolate layer cake, and surprise cookies, with fig filling, also take time when one follows the recipes exactly. Betty looked at the array on the pantry shelves Say 1t with flour said Betty to herself.
 Jim arrived promptly at six, very red about the collar and almost speeches. with embarrassment Betty paid no attention to this, hut led him right out into the kitchen to show him the relative merits of the two loaves of bread. They looked exactly alike, but Betty claimed that she used a whole cup of flour with the new brand loaf. Jim forgot to be shy, talking Of his precious new flour.
 Then Betty served supper ,(they still call it supper in Maplewood), and BettyS cooking spoke for her elo- Quently. Jim got in the habit of drop ping in quite regularly, much to the chagrin of the other nineteen young ladies in town (for they considered Jim the hardest of the eligible five to land, and they didn't know Betty's system).
 Betty had the local photographer snap her as she was lifting two nam moth loayes of bread from the oven. Jim had a cut of it made up into an ad, and it took with the trade. Whether il was the testimonials from the eight Burnses, all works of art and signed by various noms de plume Pa Burns had an active imaglnation),