Smyrna times., 1941-02-27
The What-Not
Shelf

We visited Dot Townsend Fetch
er last weekend. Dot is three
months married, and we hadn't
seen her since her wedding day, SO
there was much to be said by both
of us. We managed, with the help
of strong coffee, to cover a portion
of the conversational territory by
five-thirty a. m. Upon inquiry as
to how Dot was making out with
her cooking, we received this reply,
which, with all due respect and af-
lection for Dot, we feel is too good
to keep to ourselves.
1t seems that the first time she
cooked bacon, the young bride add
ed close to half a can of Crisco,
and couldn't understand why the
eggs best friend, floating happily
in grease, would not brown.
Who can say but what Dot will
develop into the best cook in three
states. Why Maggie Collins Poole
still tells of the time she ruined
three chickens and a duck, and for
six nights thereafter, cooked lamb
chops. Maggie is good cook
now.
We remember, with some dis
comfort, our first roast lamb. The
price was too high and so was the
oven, but to add insult to stupidity,
we blithly left the house to call on
neighbors while the little lamb cook
ed. When we returned the smoke
was so thick in the kitchen that
we had to cut a path through with
two knives and a broom handle.
The lamb of course, was charred
and shrunken-on the outside. The
inside was practically raw. We
know, because self accusation and
determination made us eat it any
how. Charred raw meat with tear
Saucei
Little Patty Middleton has lost
her dog and can't tell where to find
him. Patty says that Peppi has
been missing over a month now
and that all the time she was hop
ing he would come home, or that
some kind soul would return him
Patty is heartbroken, for she and
Peppi We're buddies. Peppi was
black and tan and white, mostly
and in looks leaned toward the po-
lice dog variety, tho quite a bit
smaller.
Peppi had his harness on when
he was last seen. And Peppi, he
was a shel Patty would be happy
to have him back, but if that prov
es improbable, she will be content
with one of our Stinkey's brood.
/ And speaking of Winkin, Blinkin
and Nod-they eat from a saucer
now-or rather they gorge. AT
first they stuck their whole heads
in the milk, but have learned now
that the tongue is suficient-tho
the rapidity with which they COB
BILE is amazing. They have ruined
two nylon stockings, three shoe
strings, innumerable newspapers
and the kitchen rug. They leap
and whirl and spin and bark. Aside
from violent activity, all is quiet on
the puppy front. And they smell
like milk when you kiss them!
A certain young lady was re-
Gently accused of being out and
about at four-thirty in the morn
ing. She protested vehemently
stating that she had been home in
bed at that hour, innocently asleep
Virtue, she added Indignantly, hath
no reward
Evelyn Webb's cat 10 10 is up q
tree. Literally. 10 10 is disprov-
ing the age old adage that al
things which go up must come
down, for he has been perched al
the top of a tree for several days
He may think he Is a bird, but
Evelyn says he is scared, and that
anyhow, he thinks he Is a monkey
which gets us nowhere, and leav-
es the cat up the tree. The fire
company may be, or have been
latter we went to press) called tc
the rescue. Going back to the
cat, Mr.. Webb, incidentally, calls
him Boycott, because he is not 8
girl cat Cat IL 2