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Show THE LEHI SUN. LEI 1 1. UTAH ' " ri n Si" SYNOPSIS !.., .1. Morgan, widow, and own- VS an paper mill in the Caro- u" 7,(n district, turns down a raw-."un.lf raw-."un.lf "i from Wallace Withers, he ttttov" hniise in a rage, virgie (i nr house "e he M Zested in possession of her 1 kr.nford Wills, a young stran-'e,h stran-'e,h been lost on the mountain. h" davs, finds his way to the tlorf0me Taken In. he is fed and f allowed to remain over- !l CHAPTER I-Continued lt even when they're on the side of the feud?" Wills U whimsically. f;fl I don't dignify any argu-Vi argu-Vi eet into with the title of feud," e? Li. "Though the Govern- f ' t is ben-fussy-sticking its bill .ever? fltue mess mat, u- m rover up charitably in a cou-fS cou-fS But I'm like this-if g0t , spoonful of meal, 111 ' re it You get some rest tonight. ', . wonder you aren't half dead. , must be as tough as a bal- titoot. Tomorrow l Ji put cnains tacarano senu juu You're very generous.' He stood wavering a little and grinning ily at bis weakness. She saw his iknit, lean young body, the un-'-icious grace of youth, with silken jscles and leaping blood youth at knows exactly where it is go- and has not learned yet the iging welcome of the world. "I a fortunate," he went on, "in hav- tumbled on your door-step." You can pay me back some time. a merely circulating some propa- da to the effect that there are or two decent pulp people in le world. You can carry that word ;k to Washington." Til do it gladly. I'll add some Irsonal indorsements. In fact, I i nk I'll launch a campaign" He stopped. A tinny horn blared, be dogs set up an excited yelping bide and a car door smacked IX Then the front door crashed ken, letting in a blast of wind, a k.sh of icy rain, and a girl in a been rubber coat and beret A slim, small girl, with reddish- listnut hair tumbled damply on i; collar, with a small, tanned face fcd very big brown eyes. Oh-" she stopped, surprised, keing him. Shut the 'door," directed Virgie felmly. "This is my daughter, Mari-k Mari-k Morgan. This is Mr. Branford Us from Washington. He's stay-2 stay-2 with us tonight He's been lost" Oh I" Wills was confused. A , unhappy red crept over his s:gard face. We've met before," announced '-rian, coolly. Good gracious," her mother ex- Biimed. i"-Marian's Dansv-warm eyes p turned flat and unfriendly, her pail red mouth hardened "he (tesn't like pulp people!" so I ve heard," said Vireie. un- purbed, thinking how like her fa st Marian was. Shrewd and small limiplacable, like David Morgan, Nig in his gold frame above the m fire. "But we've declared a ; on that It's too darned cold -Slit to keep ud anv kind of a lit" ' Marian was scarcely listen- She was looking at Branford J with hostile eyes. syou got lost?" So it appears. Your mother was Mable enough to take me in and i me." ."othing much happens to moth-He moth-He thinks"-Marian turned to pother, her voice crackling a that 11 . . . - - hT vm people should toned at the stake-slowly-he kht" e otner 'That's nnf,; j , i VP;,,. ."" eciarea young "I didn't know you. I Epologi;: .. 10 oe my own voice. bother. It doesn't matter "le 10 the lpast Hr ; . hed' v l Manan Pulled fnp beret, Aook rain from need rhSdreadfu1' Mother '"Efl DidLossiemake e my room?" drew did." interposed youne Mr. t-T- "n't go awa. rmn.. 6. "JC piain-ru eat go away P 'mount f 7 ""iJ"iU1-A " eat boBeSru even pick S'lri, , '"u wisn " roan's ho, a .. . 11 with . her. damP. fruit-tinted paim, regarded him with , 1 IM .. io Veason to discuss it. "s is mother's hn.,o I h Cr erlain whomever hc e wati1, 000(1 night" batyonS IMW mouth 4 'SW'she in,s,:,e. 811 over it in hat 6 Morgans are fight- dance". J0U say to her at :':b--18 head ruefnTiv -t - ber." he admitted. ;f5anPulpCom-t ;f5anPulpCom-t t v been an imposing l. tom.M Morgan haJ FrePonderant V . 01 mS L 's ftat . caution, a --ea,t, but no par- I BY HELLN TOPPING MILLER ticular anxiety as to appearances No artist had ever etched the steaming ugliness of the plant, dome and stack, snatching cable and roaring roar-ing chute. There was no chilled, modern music of steel and glass, no men In white, no ranked battery of shining stacks and retorts. But there was good pulp. Through the defeating lag of the depression, since David's death, Virgie's market had held. When a finishing mill got an order for extra quality paper they wired for Morgan pulp to mill it from. There had been half-time work, half-week lay-offs, but always the pay-roll ready on the fifth and the twentieth, whether Virgie's rusty old leather handbag had a nickel of spending money in it or not. Tom Pruitt knew how It had run on. And Virgie Morgan knew. Tom Pruitt had been David Morgan's Mor-gan's friend. Once Tom Pruitt's timber tim-ber land had covered three counties. coun-ties. Little rivers that he owned had shuttled with trout; coves and ridges to which he held title had sheltered pronged buck and snuffling bear, and the frantic industry of beavers slowed mountain creeks that began and ended on Tom's domain. do-main. Then had come the incredible hysteria hys-teria of '25. Men, their blood carbonated by a virus bred of the madnesses of Florida, Flor-ida, came prowling into the mountains, moun-tains, a wild, acquisitive light in their eyes. They bought land, optioned op-tioned it leased and contracted for it Men came gray men with the air of affairs, who spoke slowly and little. lit-tle. Men to inspire confidence. They wanted to buy Tom Pruitt's land. Tom thought tilings out slowly. He was a meditative, heavy, slow-mov ing man. His great body was slow, but terrible with strength. Tom sold his land finally. There was considerable pressure before they got him up to the point two concerns bidding for it, and when he at last gave in, there v.'as a tremendous tre-mendous down payment made more money than Tom Pruitt had ever seen in his life. Too much money. mon-ey. Not a check Tom was suspicious suspi-cious of checks but cash in green sheafs, with heavy paper bands around it Fifty thousand dollars. And more in five, seven, and ten years, according to the contract Tom was dazed. The sum total of his former possession diminished in his mind, became subordinate to the cash. He forgot the great stand of virgin poplar up the Hazel Fork, forgot the mellow bottom land with orchards on it where his mother's turkeys had fed. All he thought about was this money. Enough money mon-ey to last as long as. he lived, if he spent it But he would not spend it He would hold onto it It numbed and thrilled and frightened him. He took it to David Morgan, his friend. "You keep it for me," he begged. "Put it some place." "I'll put it in the bank for you," David, the cautious,- said. But Tom Pruitt had little faith in banks. They got robbed every now and then. You read in the paper where a bank had busted and some fellow gone off to South America with all the money belonging to other oth-er people. "No, you keep it, Dave," Tom begged. "Then if I want it I can get it back again. If a banker gets it he'll lend it to some of these real-estate real-estate fellers over to Asheville, and then when the concern goes bust my money will be sunk in one of them subdivisions with fancy gates and red-white-and-blue flags stuck in the ground.. And I don't want none of them." Morgan argued. "I can't put fifty thousand dollars in this old safe, Tom." "You put it somewheres, Dave. Put it in something so I'll know you've got it Anywhere's is all right just so I know you got it." "I can sell you a share of the mill," Morgan said abruptly. "Would you want that? I can use' your money to buy that spruce up Cheota and to put in a new drier. And you'll own part of the milL" Old and taciturn as he was, Tom Pruitt trembled, with sudden exaltation. exal-tation. To own even a fragment of a thing as splendid to his eyes as the Morgan mill to touch a brick of it or a pet-cock from an acid tank and think, "Mine!" He wanted nothing noth-ing more from life. He surrendered the sheaf of lush green bills to David Morgan. Tom was glad of his heartening part of Morgan's work. The fifth and the seventh year saw the payments pay-ments on his land defaulted. The title was almost inextricably tangled tan-gled in a snarl of holding companies, compa-nies, stock companies, second and third mortgages, judgments, and suits. "Foreclose," David Morgan told Tom,-just before David lay down at night to wake in the morning with a crooked, drooling mouth, a helpless help-less arm and leg, and a fogged brain that would never clear again. But Tom, lost in the frantic trouble trou-ble of helping Virgie to keep the mill running while David lay helpless help-less in the white bouse on the mountain, moun-tain, had no time to think of himself or his problems. Stocks had crashed, orders were few. men were frightened, restive, alert for bad news from any quarter. quar-ter. Tom held his peace and kept pulp wood coming into the mill- A' If U fcl U WEJ Ft Ew-rr. A t - ' m if T I H H ft ' Wnf D. APPLETON-CENTIRY CO. W.N-U.Scrvice night he rode the rusty old truck up the mountain road to Morgan's house, where he shaved helpless David, Da-vid, cut his toe-nails, trimmed the white dry locks of hair, rubbed his weary, wasting back. in me meantime xom s land on Little Fork and Hazel Fork became one of a hundred tracts lost in a fog of indefinite involvement; owned and not owned. Tom waited, worried, dubious, and unhappy. Then David Morgan died. And after that there was no chance of selling Morgan pulp stock enough to finance a suit to foreclose and clear title, even if Tom had known how to begin it Tom locked the old safe on his beautiful yellow papers, with the gilt seals upon them, pulled his belt tighter, hunched his shoulders, and set to work to help Virgie Morgan save the milL It was still partly his and the stacks were still scrawling their bleared autograph of hopefulness upon the Carolina sky. Afterwards Virgie Morgan looked back on those three years, trying to separate phases, distinguish definite epochs of despair, as a person who has emerged alive from an inundation inun-dation or a frightful wreck tries to recall incidents of that catastrophe, decide what came first and what Morgan argued, "I can't put fifty thousand dollars in this old - safe, Tom." after. But only one thing stood out clear Tom Pruitt's unvarying loyalty, loy-alty, his quiet and unfailing support There was ice on every branch and dead leaf, every blade of grass and jointed weed, when Tom came through the gate of the mill in that raw November dawn. The wind was still frigid with little promise of a thaw. Smoke was snatched from the stack, torn to pieces, strung along the ground in rags. The steel padlock, with which for twenty years the plank door of the office building had been locked, was like something dipped in melted glass. Tom beat it against the door frame, twisted the key, pushed the door inward in-ward on a musty cuddy smelling of mildewed paper and raw chemicals. chemi-cals. The stove was still faintly warm and Tom raked out the ashes into a bucket and kindled a new fire, fanning fan-ning it encouragingly with his hat. Then with two buckets he plodded toward the engine room, head down, big hat flapping. He had carefully drained both trucks at sunset last night; hot water would make them start quicker. He took care of all the equipment he liked to do it. No alcohol in radiators. That made the cars heat on the mountain grades. And today things had to be entirely right because Virgie Morgan was going up to look over her reforestation project Tom's old watch, hitched to a braided strip of snakeskin, showed seven o'clock when he went back to the office. Steam was hissing from the boiler-room cocks, two oilers were getting their equipment out of the tool shed. In thirty minutes the whistle would bellow. In twenty-five minutes Virgie's old coupe should enter the mill gate. Tom took an old rag and dabbed dust from Virgie's Vir-gie's desk. There was a votive air about what he did, but this devotion was not for Virgie Morgan, the woman. To Tom, Virgie was part of David, part of the milL She was the mill. Then the telephone rang. Tom shouted into it "Hello!" "Hello, Tom." It was Virgie s voice. "I won't be going up to the hill with the boys today. Send them out as soon as they are ready." "Hey!" Tom whooped his arguments, argu-ments, always dubious of the efficiency effi-ciency of the instrument "Hey-this "Hey-this ice ain't going to last It'll be gone by nine o'clock. I'll put chains on. You needn't worry." "I'm not worried, Tom." Virgie's voice came evenly. "Not about anything any-thing down there. Ice wouldn't scare me. The trouble's up here, at the house. Something's come up. I can't leave right away." Tom hung up. grunting, went out to drain the radiator of the second :ruck CHAPTER II Meanwhile in her kitchen Virgie Morgan held a hot-water bottle over the sink, filled it gingerly, ducking her head as the kettle steamed, Lossie spooned coffee into per-colator. per-colator. Her brassy waves were cushioned in a heavy net "Think it's pneumonia?" she asked, taking the kettle from her mistress hand. "A chill doesn't have to be pneumonia," pneu-monia," Virgie said, "but his voice sounds funny and I heard him coughing a lot in the night That bed was damp probably. Nobody has slept up there In a time. He should have had a fire worn out the way he was." i "If this house just had a furnace in it-" "Now, don't go harping on that Lossie Wilson," Virgie snapped. "Carry up some coal before the doc tor comes." Lossie picked up the coal bucket stepped into the back hall to remove re-move her hairnet and dab some grayish-lavender powder on her nose. The young man coughing in the bed upstairs had romantic dark eyes and a mouth cut wide for laughter. But all these devoted pains were wasted after all. Branford Wills was asleep. Red-hot coins of color burned in his cheeks, his hair was disordered and dry looking, his hands twitched, thrusting out of the blue sleeves of a pair of David Morgan's Mor-gan's old pajamas. 'He's sure enough got some thing," Lossie decided, as she laid coal softly on the fire. Virgie came up presently, tucked the hot-water bottle under the young stranger's feet looked at him with troubled eyes. "He's sick, all right" she said. "And I feel responsible. Putting him in this cold tomb of a room after two nights out on that mountain." "WelL you took him in," Lossie comforted her in a whisper. "A lot of people would have set the dog on a trampy looking thing like him." "I can let his people know and we can take good care of him, anyway," any-way," Virgie said. Something appealing about this dark young head on the pillow. She had wanted three sons of her own-three own-three boys, tall, dark, and audacious. auda-cious. And Heaven had given her only Marian who was small and slim and peppery but audacious enough, goodness knew! Wills stirred as the hot bottle warmed him, lifted his head, looked startled. "Oh, sorry I'm getting up right away." He licked his dry lips. "Someone should have called me" "You're not getting up just yet" Virgie interposed. "You've got a temperature." "That's odd." He groped confusedly confused-ly with his long, facile hands. "I'm never sick. I'll be all-right in an hour or two. I was pretty tired and wet, too." "Lie down," ordered Virgie, tersely, terse-ly, "and don't talk too much. I'll let your outfit know where you are. But for the present you stay here." "Please, Mrs. Morgan I can't be a nuisance to you" He broke off with a racking cough and pain snatched at him. He looked perplexed per-plexed and in anguish. He wiped his lips with a corner of the sheet "I guess I am sick!" he muttered, lying .back again. Virgie shifted the counterpane, straightened the shades, poked the fire, went downstairs again. In the breakfast-room Marian was sugaring sugar-ing her fruit Her hair was brushed flat the sleeves of her orange pajamas pa-jamas flapped, she looked reproachful. reproach-ful. "Lossie says that hobo is sick," she said. "Have we got him on our hands?" Virgie sat down, poured her coffee, cof-fee, fingered the toast raised her voice. "Lossie! I can't eat this cold stuff. Make some hot Yes, he's sick it looks like pneumonia. And he's no hobo. I've telephoned for the doctor and you'll have to stay here till he comes. I've got to get down to the mill." "But I don't know a thing about pneumonia!" "You aren't expected to know. That's what we have the doctor for. You see that Lossie keeps the fire up. I'll send Ada Clark out if I can get hold of her." "Oh, my heavens, Mother! She snuffles and her nose is always red, and she thinks that she's going to be kidnaped or something every time she sticks her silly head outside." "WelL you don't have to look at her. She can take care of this boy till he's well enough to be moved somewhere home, if he has any borne." "I wouldn't call him a boy. He's over twenty-five, if he's a minute!" "Well, I'm over fifty and that entitles en-titles me to call most any man p boy!" Virgie went out through the kitchen, kitch-en, collecting a hot kettle on' the way. Every year winter came to the mountains with a wretched, freezing storm like this. Her little car would be hard to start She drove slowly down the icy road, gripping the steering-wheel, hating the treacherous going. Her hat felt insecure on her head. Her gray hair was thick and strong and" these cocky little hats had no crowns anyway. (TO BE COSTlMtD Washington, D. C. EMBARGO ON JAPAN DEBATED The group Inside the cabinet which favors a complete stoppage of Japan's raw materials of war, especially her oil Includes Secretary Secre-tary of War Btimson, Secretary of the Navy Knox, Secretary of Interior Ickes, and Secretary of the Treasury Treas-ury Morgenthau also certain admirals admi-rals In the navy. Perhaps it Is significant sig-nificant that the strongest advocates of complete embargoes against Ja pan are the three Republican members mem-bers of the cabinet Stimson, Knox and Ickes. On the other hand, the state de partment plus some of the admirals favor a go-slow policy toward Japan. Ja-pan. They believe in applying tha embargoes gradually, or as Mr. Ickes describes it "cutting off the dog's tail by Inches." The state department concurs that cutting off Japan's oil would paralyze para-lyze her fleet after her present 2ft months' supply was exhausted. But they also believe it would force Ja pan to move into the Dutch East Indies immediately in order to get more oiL Last week one argument over this point and over general naval policy in the Far East developed into a hot debate between the navy, on one side, and Hull and Welles on the other. It took place at the White House, In front of the President who did most of the listening. Hull and Welles Contended that if we stopped Japan's oil supply she would certainly attack the Dutch East Indies, and that the United States could not possibly afford to have ships in that area because they might be needed in Atlantic waters. Welles pointed out that the Germans might seize the Azores or the French naval basa at Dakar, West Africa, which would menace South America. To this, Admiral Leahy, now governor gov-ernor of Puerto Rico and one of Roosevelt's closest naval advisers, replied: "Gentlemen, we don't have to worry about Dakar and the Azores now. The British fleet can still prevent pre-vent Germany from taking them. But a few months from now it may be different By next spring, or even this winter, the war may have gone against the British In the Mediterranean, Med-iterranean, and then we'll have two oceans to defend. Now we have only one." V. S.-BORN JAPANESE Only insiders are aware of it but the new nationality act slaps down another embargo on Japan. It plugs up a hole in the old immigration immi-gration laws which permitted American-born Japanese to go to Japan, serve several years in the Japanese army, then return to the U. S. A. and resume citizenship. This has been quite common among the large Japanese population in Hawaii, where many Japanese parents consider con-sider It their duty to the emperor to send their children to Japan for military service. That the new law is specifically aimed at Japan and her Axis allies al-lies is shown by the fact that when the act was originally written, anyone any-one who enlisted in a foreign army automatically forfeited citizenship. This would have expatriated Americans Ameri-cans serving with the Canadian and British armies. The bill actually passed the house In this form, but then the senate immigration committee did some editing. As finally passed, citizenship citizen-ship is not lost if no oath of allegiance alle-giance is taken. Canada and Britain Brit-ain do not require the oath of Americans. Ameri-cans. Japan and her Axis pals do. Note The new law also provides that American parents of children born abroad must have resided in the U. S. at least 10 years prior to a birth in order to transmit citizenship. citizen-ship. This is aimed at expatriates who retain their citizenship, with all its obligations on the government to protect them, but don't think enough of the United States to live In it A KMT PROMOTIONS Any lowly recruit in the new conscript con-script army has a chance to become be-come an officer within the single year of training. There has been a lot of confusion about this, and editorials have been written complaining that this is not possible. But Gen. George C. Marshall, Mar-shall, chief of staff, wants it known that the army is still democratic. Marshall points out that after the first nine months of service, any recruit has a chance to qualify for the "candidate schools" to train recruits re-cruits for commissions. These schools will be organized during the last three months of the year of service. In other words, as Napoleon put it "Every soldier carries a marshal's mar-shal's baton in his knapsack." POLITICAL CHAFF Democratic Rep. Bill Schulte ol Indiana won a lot of kudos for himself him-self from both the A. F. of L. and C. I. O. for his "prevailing wage" amendments to the bill for the construction con-struction of barracks for draftees. Libera! Rep. Frank Havenner of San Francisco got an unusual send-off send-off when he departed to open his campaign. President Roosevelt sent him a "good luck" telegram and Speaker Sam Rayburn a letter bailing bail-ing him as one of the most valuable members of the house. RuthWyeih Spears v.(v,v before I -ifT" rtrrf "TH CART ' i '"PlIE newest frilled curtains give x a full, lavish effect. If they make your old curtains look a bit dejected, like those shown here at the right, don't be discouraged. The window at the left uses those same curtains with a dash of glamour added. This economy trick saved a certain young matron ma-tron enough money to buy a number num-ber of smart new accessories for her living room. She discovered that a diagonal dart, which took up the curtains at the back, threw more fullness to the front, thus giving the new high drape a smart line. Tie-backs Tie-backs and valance were made of flowered chintz in rose and plum tones, lined with plain plum colored col-ored chintz. One yard of each kind of chintz was required for each window. Silent Power Great occasions do not make heroes or cowards, they simply unveil them to the eyes of men. Silently and imperceptibly as we wake or sleep, we grow and wax strong, we grow and wax weak; and at last some crisis shows us what we have become. Canon Westcott. NOTE: The chintz covered lamp shad and tli spool tablu aUo add lMcretrt to this window. Full directions for making a (had Ilk th on Illustrated ara in SEWING, Book 1. Direction! lor th apool tabls ar in Book S; also descrlpUon of th first four booklets in this series. Ther r 33 homemaktnff projects in each number; num-ber; for which there is a service charg of lOo each to cover cost and mailing. Send order tot MRS. RUTH WVETII SPEARS Drawer 10 Bedford HiUs New Yerb Enclose 10 cents for each book ordered. Nam Address , Delight your unexpected guest ...o,eci'ous...eosf woHc...easf fime...feasf money. ..neaWifoJ.., order, today, from your grocer. Living Well A wise man keeps on good terms with his wife, his conscience and ' his stomach. hi In SALT LAKE CITY THE iw nora n-cv I HOTEL Choice of iheDiscriminaUngTtaveler 400 ROOMS 400 BATHS Rates: $2.00 to $4.00 Our $200,000.00 remodeling and refurnishing program has mad ovailabU th finest hotel accommodations) In th West AT OUR SAME POPULAR PRICES. CAFETERIA DINING ROOM BUFFET MRS. J. H. WATERS, Pmidenf Managers J. HOLMAN WATERS and W. ROSS SUTTON DINE DANCE Th BMVfM MIRROR ROOM EYERY SATURDAY EVENING Good Will I is a certain compensation of good Whatever may be the apparent will and evil which renders them ' difference between fortunes, there I equal. Protect! Motorists Thirteen-year-old Joseph M. Wor-aley Wor-aley of Atlantic City, N. J., earnl pin money by tending parking meteri, reveals the American magazine. mag-azine. He roams the streets and drops nickels into meters to protect absent-minded motorists. He collects col-lects up to a dollar and a quarter a day from men he has saved from over-parking fines. Bonus Reward Does your office have trouble because be-cause everyone wants to take bis vacation In June,. July or August? One Tulsa firm thinks it has a solution solu-tion for that problem. It is offering a "bonus" to anyone who will go between March 21 and May 31 or between be-tween October 1 and November 1, in the form of an extra day. School Trails Nomads The Irak government has started a traveling school for Bedouin boys belonging to the Arab tribes that roam the desert with their cattle. The authorities at Bagdad state that th teacher travels with the pupils. The boys meet in a large black tent to learn reading, writing, arithmetic, arithme-tic, Arabic and English. Snake Drops From Sky Motorists journeying near Gwelo, South Africa, had the sensation of seeing a wriggling snake fall from the heavens just clear of the roof of their car. The noise of the automobile auto-mobile disturbed an eagle which bad carried the reptile into the air and it dropped Its struggling prey. Herring 'Hot Dogs' You have never lived to the full until you have eaten an ersatz hot dog In Berlin. Meat is closely rationed ra-tioned so the hot dog bun contains no frankfurter but instead a cold salt herring. Not bad. not bad. But not so good. Emerald Most Precious The emerald is the most precious of all stones. They may be even more valuable than diamonds Cat Euns Frem Moose Mice are he-men in Newcastle, South Africa. In one home a servant serv-ant found a mouse in the bathroom. She dropped "Tom" in, but the cat, after a glance at the mouse, jumped out At another time a mouse Invaded In-vaded the pantry and "Tom" was shut In to kill the raider. Later the cat was found asleep with the mouse cheerfully chewing pumpkin seeds nearby. Hereditary Bliss Happy marriages run in families, a four-year study by the Unfversity of Southern California shows. Studies Stud-ies of hundreds of cases showed that the child of a happy home has a substantially greater chance on th average of making his or her own marriage a success than Is possessed pos-sessed by one coming from a disrupted dis-rupted family. Boasting Beef Do not place any water In th roasting pan when roasting beef as water draws out the juices. Heat the oven to 500 degrees Fahrenheit Place roast in an open pan fat side up, roast for 20 minutes until meat Is browned, then reduce temperature tempera-ture to 300 degrees allowing 30 minutes min-utes for roasting each pound of beet Increasing In the first quarter of 1940. 61,720 family dwelling units, costing $217.-110,600, $217.-110,600, were constructed or projected project-ed by all types of builders in cities of 10,000 and greater population, an Increase of 1.662 units and S4.016.100 In value over the same period of 1939, It was estimated by the Federal Fed-eral Home Loan Bank board. Soda Baths To keep Iron frying pans in good condition give them soda baths occasionally. oc-casionally. Mix two tablespoons of soda (regular baking kind) with two quarts of hot soapy water. Put th pans In and boil them gently for 13 minutes. Rinse well and wash th regular way, hi more soapy water. t |