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Show THE SUPER-CmCKEN The poultry world is out to produce pro-duce the Chicken of Tomorrow. It is working on a postwar kluck-kluck kluck-kluck that will give a greater percentage per-centage of white and dark meat, a fowl that will even have meat on the neck and wings. . The Baby Chick Association of America and outstanding poultry experts are to convene to set standards stand-ards for the Postwar Bird. If they, by any chance, get an order of chicken on a train or in a restaurant on the way to the meeting, their zeal for the achievement of their goal should be warmed 90 per cent. Our experience with chicken lately late-ly leads to the conclusion that there is a crying need for a chicken that will have any meat whatsoever on it. We don't know about the Chicken of Tomorrow, but the Chicken of Today To-day belongs among the war crimes. There is not enough meat on most restaurant chicken, to hold the feathers feath-ers on. They must have been feeding feed-ing these birds plastic cracked corn. Or Is It the fault of the chefs, whose practice It seems to be to cook a chicken only in some form that will magnify Its faults? There may be chickens in America Amer-ica with meat on them, but the restaurants res-taurants have been getting the other kind. A good many chefs seek to cover up the faults of these birds by serving them In the style called "Southern Fried." Now, the real Southern fried chicken is a delicacy, but too many cooks in the East, West and North have been merely demonstrating that they don't know their compass I points. We don't know what the stuff Is that they have been frying the chickens chick-ens In, but It could be a combination of sawdust, putty and discarded chewing gum. We got a Southern "fried chicken the other night that must have had a wrapper made from the sweepings sweep-ings of a porch where the painter had been burning off the paint with a blowtorch. There was some excuse for the Southern fried "wrapper," as the chef didn't have much to work on in the first place. Our dining companion compan-ion swore that his order was a woodpecker wood-pecker wrapped in fire-hose and dipped in hot tar. The chicken a la king hasn't been running good, cither. It has been strictly a libel on royalty. And have you ordered any chicken chick-en salad recently? Now we know what becomes of those old ends of lead pencils.. FALL REVERIE A haze on the far horizon. The Infinite tender sky The ripe rich tint of the cornfield And the wild geese sailing high; And all over upland and lowland Hot brakes and the smell of gas. . . . Some of us call It autumn, But others just let it pass. SO SnE'S NERVOUS! A California judge, granting Barbara Bar-bara Hutton a quickie divorce, was told by Barbara that her husband, Cary Grant, sometimes had queer moods and showed indifference toward to-ward her guests which made her nervous. ner-vous. From the court records: Judge How did this affect you? Barbara It made me nervous. Judge Did you require the services serv-ices of a doctor? Barbara Yes. Judge Decree granted. . Curious fellows, these jurists. If all the women in America who were made nervous by their husbands got divorces there wouldn't be a handful of homes left in the land. America Amer-ica is what she is because the wives and mothers bore a lot with the old man and managed to take a little lit-tle nervousness in stride. There are thousands of husbands whose behavior" be-havior" toward the wife's friends is at times pretty bad. But even if the average husband started heaving heav-ing crockery the wife would overlook over-look it Only when he hit a guest would she call a doctor. MUSINGS It is a fairly safe bet that the year 1945 will go down in history as the tivelve months that saw nobody putting in any claims to be a superman, It is going to seem nioe to phone the fuel-oil man without beginning the conversation with a supplication, an apology, a character testimonial and a claim that you know his cousin well. Overheard at a gas station: Just keep cranking until she begins to resist. |