Imperial Valley press., 1936-01-19
BE GINNING THE
ADVENTURES OF
BY JEAN RENDLEN

i can St1ll near Ine rd-
did," shouted Roy. doing a new
fox trot step on his mothers
cherished blue rug.
well, turn the thing down If
you want to talk to me-" retail
ated Mary tartly.
Children, children scolded
Mrs. Hennesee, coming in the
back door from the garage, her
arms full of bundles. II can hear
you clear outsidei"
"Oh, Mother" cried Mary in
disgust as Roy ran toward the
kitchen to help, That's so pie
bian! Trotting around with your
arms loaded with stuff. Why
don't you dress when you go to
the store? Where is Dad-can't
he carry groceries ?"
Nov, now, Mary. soothed
Mrs. Hennesee, Don't be like
that. Your father is tired"
Mrs. Tennessee smiled under
standingly at Roy. He was such
a comfort! She often wished she
could be a smart, min
ute mother more for Roy's sake
than for Mary's. Some strange
perversity of human nature made
her want to look we'll for Roy,
who loved her no matter how she
looked, than for Mary, who was
set on not being middle class"
"Want to eat? Listen, I'll whis-
per a secret I've been saving to
tell you. I've been studying, going
to school again, just to learn how
to cook"
And, %" prompted Roy,
brushing the lint from the flour
sack from his suit.
"Well, I'm concentrating on
vitamins A, B, c, and Din
other words, tomato juice, milk,
eggs, fruits, leafy vegetables, and
things like that. I'm going to have
among other things grand ONE
let for you and a new salad for
Mary"
Make it a bacon omelet, Nom.
Tell me how to put it together
and I'll make it. Just tie this
towel around my waist"
"I'll have to pin it. Honestly,
honey, you've got so big the last
two years that you've almost
frightened me. 1 can't seem to
realize that you're almost 20. My,
oh, my! That's the way we grow
old"
"Hey! Can that, will you? For
cryin' out loud, Nuns, you're not
old"
That's what you think" She
lifted her eyebrows and smiled in
a strange way, conveying the fact
that it was still good to have him
deny it even though it might be
a fact. "Now, darling, here is a
pencil and paper. Write down
what I tell you"
She had pulled out Of drawer
an old-fashioned blue ruled tab
let and a pencil that bore the i'm
print of her teeth in many places.
"You wouldn't be nervous over
your cooking or anything like
that, would your" teased Roy,
showing her the marks. mot
much you wouldn't. Well, here
goes; shoot the works"
'Hey, Mary" "if I'm going to
cook, you can, too. You come
make the salad. Tell it to her,
Nom, and let her write it down
like did,"
my, N.Y." said Mrs. Hennesee.
Having you children home for
the holidays sure is fun. Well,
write this down, Mary. It's a
California salad. One tablespoon
sugar, one-fourth teaspoon salt,
just a dash of paprika, one-haf
cup of salad oil, two tablespoons
of lemon juice, five tablespoons
orange juice, Escarole, grape
fruit, and chopped nuts and mar
aschino cherries. You put the
sugar, salt, paprika, salad Oil.
lemon and orange juice in a COW
cred jar and pack ice around it.
If we had thought earlier we could
have done t this morning and
put it in the ice box"
Refrigerator, corrected Mary.
"Oh-y-yes, yes of course.
You put a few leaves of escarole
on individual salad plates and
then you put little pieces of grape
fruit on it. Then you put the
chopped cherries and nuts all
over it. It's really awfully simple. p"
II like that dress you had
on, Mary" said Mrs. Hennesee
changing the subject tactfully
realizing that Mary was in
nervous mood and that soon Roy
would be coming to his mothers
rescue.
II like the fan cores of the
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