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Show i THIS BUSINESS L jh SUSAN THAYER j- , WUl package in the South 'Pacific or darkest Africa, I'd clasp him to 1 my heart, like a fond friend. Well, you depend on them year in and year out and they never I let you down. They certainly are I friends, aren't they? "My," said a woman in the mar- ket, as we trundled our "baby carriages" car-riages" along the shelves, "what a lot of new names on the cans!" I agreed, joyfully grabbing a favorite can of soup. Yes, I thought later, as I unburdened unbur-dened my aching arms on the kitchen table, the brand names, old and new, have certainly gone to war. "What a wonderful lot they are," I remarked to my husband, "all those familiar names and figures fig-ures we grew up with!" And sitting here at my desk now I'm trying to marshal them all in my mind. There's La Belle Chocolatiere, forever pasisng the cocoa, the Campbell Kids, Quaker, Quak-er, Aunt Jemima, Pleischmann's, Chase and Sanborn . . . And of course good Old Rastus and the 1847 Girl, the sleepy little lit-tle boy with the candle, the Unee-da Unee-da boy in sou'wester, the Dutch boy and his impeccable cousins and oh, ever so many more I could name. Pets, too. My favorite is Chessie who's given up her soft berth to a service man. But I always liked that puzzled little dog listening to his master's voice, and the chick that hasn't scratched yet, and Leo the Lion . . . They'd look like a circus parade off to war, all right. But I'm sure if I met any one of them on a |