Evening star., 1944-01-31
This and That
By Charles E. Trace,peu.

By Charles E. Trdce1peH.
What have the ice cream manufac-
turers got against me?" inquire Temple
ton JONES' ~
Nobody in the household said a thing.
They all knew that Jones would saw it
ALL as usual
That worthy laid down his book, and
grinned denghtedly.
Now If there is anything I like" he
went on, ut is ice cream. No child has
anything on me, when 1t comes to this
dish.
But the makers thereof evidently
want to thwart me, harass me, discom-
fit me. They first find out my likes,
and then they sock me-"
Templeton Jones picked up his book,
but he did not start reading. Instead.
he kept right on talking.
L first got liking for butterscotch
ice cream. 1t was very good. I enjoyed
a plate Of 1t every evening for dinner.
as you all know.
Then one day-no butterscotch.
Where was my favorite ice cream?
The manufacturers had stopped
making it. Just why, nobody knew,
except 1t was the war. This flavor was
the favorite of all purchasers, but they
stopped making it, just the same.
-
AFTER that, I tried to get along with
vanilla, but something had been done
to that.
"It had an odd taste. It reminded me
Of hokey pokey, the milk ice cream they
used to sell at the county fair back
home.
II remember the first slab of hokey
pokey I ever ate. I must have been 6
years old. sat in the grandstand and
watched the sulky races.
Il recall to this day the daring, hand
some bicycle riders, two bright young
men in caps, who stood with their wheels
down at one side of the grandstand.
They interested me more than the
horses.
Then there was a man who permitted
great stone slab to be put on his head,
and repeatedly struck with a sledge
hammer until 1t neatly cracked in two,
after which he rose and bowed grace
fully to the people.
'Well, after I had to give up butter
scotch ice cream, thought that nothing
else could ever touch it, didn't I?
"The lemon ice was atrocious. It
looked very yellow, but it must have
had some chemical in it. I suspect
citric acid, but far too much of it.
II noticed that the children congre-
eating around the soda fountain at the
drug store ate it with gusto, but no
adult could find it palatable.
"The day came, however, when a new
flavor arrived.
1--WE had the man send some down
do you remember that day? 1T was
called coffee marshmallow.
ut was good.
Everybody liked it. The small boys
swarmed to it like flies"
Templeton Jones smiled resignedly.
Nov you tell me that there Is to be
no more coffee marshmallow ice cream.
'Tt Is the war.
II will have to look into this. There
is plenty of coffee on the market now
So 1t can't be that. Maybe it is the
marShmallowS.
Undoubtedly the war must put stop
to marshmallows. No little marshmal-
low shall escape.
$50 there is no more favorite ice
creams at all.
II try to think that this is part of my
sacrifice, but know that is foolish.
cit all gets back to that old verse,
about never having growing plant but
that 1t withers, and never looking into
the deep eyes Of favorite gazele but
that the creature fades and dies.
Let us hurry up and get this war
over" sighed Templeton Jones. BUY
all the bonds you can, for victory and
plenty Of good American ice cream. I'd
hate to taste Hitler's idea Of Q water
Ice"