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Vegetable Fondue a Pleasing
Entree
y EGETABLE fondue is a deli-
v cate entree and one which can
be easily made and is bound to
please the family. To make the
preparation extra simple start
with a can of mixed vegetables.
It may be one canned especially
for salads or soup. Drain the liq¬
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A little suspicion of freshly
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flavor, and surely they do.
Vegetable Fondue.
1 cup milk 1 teaspoon grated
1 cup soft bread onion
crumbs Few grains cay¬
ti teaspoon salt enne mixed
2 tablespoons 1 No. 2 can
butter vegetables
3 eggs
Scald milk in double boiler, add
bread, butter, cayenne and salt.
Remove from the fire and add the
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egg whites which have been beaten
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about 40 minutes. When the fon¬
due is done the mixture will not
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serted in the center. Serves 4-6.
Crisp bacon and spiced peaches
would be good to serve with the
fondue. The peaches come all
spiced in cans, too, so they do not
mean extra labor.
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4. What is the average thickness
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6. What besides chameleons
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CHAPTER IX
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Given time to think a little about
the remarkable happenings which
had pushed him into the limelight
at Fardale, Frank became panicky
himself. For quite the opposite
reason, he suddenly understood,
fully and completely, how Bart
Hodge had felt when he went to
Inza and told her he was going
away because he couldn’t face the
■chool. For Merry was no bound¬
er, no show-off, who reveled in no¬
toriety; and even though he was at
the same time not a shrinking vio¬
let, he had always found it easier
to face criticism and blame than
mealy-mouthed flattery.
Therefore anybody who looked for
him to go on parade and do a little
strutting was making a bad guess.
He merely forced himself to go
through the usual moves as if noth¬
ing unusual had happened. No
swank, no posing.
It was disappointing to his ene
mies. Particularly so to Bascomb.
The fellow simply refused to be¬
have the way Bascomb expected—
and wanted—him to. Very annoy¬
ing. had
By noon on Monday somebody
brought in a newspaper containing
an account of the runaway and res¬
cue. It passed from hand to hand.
Pete Smith had done no kidding
this time. He had written a straight¬
forward, honest story, giving Frank
credit for nerve, fast-thinking and
modesty. Bascomb and his bunch
didn’t like that much, either.
Nor did they like it when Merry,
caught crossing the campus and
questioned by some upperclassmen,
failed to get smart and make fresh
answers. What they understood
even less was the way he gave
credit to Bart Hodge. That, as they
saw it, was foxy stuff. He was
pulling a thin trick.
“Well, anyhow,’’ said Hugh,
“we’ll have the pleasure of not see¬
ing him try to become a football
hero.”
And then, when Bascomb galloped
into the gym to dress for field prac¬
tice Tuesday afternoon, Merriwell
was there. Wearing a Bloomfield
high rig from sweater to cleated
shoes, he was talking to Dick
Springall, the quarterback and cap¬
tain
There was a frightful convulsion
In the depths of the Grand Canyon.
This, Bascomb told himself, was the
limit and then some.
“Well,” he said, when he could
speak, “is it possible you’ve got
over being afraid to play football,
Merriwell?"
“I’ve never been afraid to play
football, sir,” said Frank.
“Oh, yeah?” Hugh’s mouth
threatened to lop off all the upper
part of his head with its expanding
grin. “Then how come you laid
down on your team last year and
watched it from the stand while it
took a licking by Torrence acade¬
my?” you,” Mer¬
“Did it ever occur to
ry asked, “that that might be my
business?”
“Oh, so you’ve got a nasty come¬
back, have you?” said Bascomb,
his grin changing to something
hard and cruel. “Well, that just
makes the account heavier to set¬
tle.”
Springall interposed at this point.
“Drop it, both of you," he said.
“That stuff is out, around here. The
next one to start it will be reported
to the coach, and what he’ll do
about it will be enough.”
“I’m sorry, Mr. Springall,” apolo¬
gized Frank, “but Bascomb ought
to get it through his head before
long that I’m more than fed up
with his funny business. But I’ll
wipe the slate when he’s ready to
call it quitting time.”
“That’s real nice of you,” said
Bascomb sourly. “And I’ll tell you
when, but everything will be all
squared up then.”
It was a threat Merriwell did not
miss, though he appeared to ignore
it. As an enemy Bascomb would be
far more tenacious and vindictive
than a person with the unstable¬
ness of Hodge.
Bart arrived presently and was
no less surprised to see Frank there.
But he said nothing.
The coach, when he appeared,
was the only person who did not
show surprise. Practically every¬
body noticed that.
On the field Kane turned the new
man over to Hanscomb, the assist¬
ant coach, a Fardale grad whose
special duty was to instruct in kick¬
ing and passing. Two minutes later
Hanscomb was putting Merriwell
through a series of drop-kicks, place
kicks and punts of every variety.
All the other men on the field
were busy also, but many of them
stole glances at Frank whenever
they found an opportunity to do so.
They were, naturally, very curious
about him. They suspected that
pressure had been brought to bear
to get him out there, and it seemed
strange that Kane would bother a
moment with a fellow reputed to
oe a football quitter.
Watching Merry darkly in a lull
t>1 his »wn work, Bascqml was
DADE COUNTY TIMES: THURSDAY, JANUARY 6, 1938
spoken to by another man of the
Varsity, who had stopped near him:
“Maybe Merry will pan out, after
all. He sure can boot the old ball
hard and pretty, and he seems able
to place it on a dime.”
Bascomb grunted. “Huh! Wait
till you see him try to make a
quick kick with a charging line tear¬
ing through on him. That will be
something else again.”
A short time before work was to
end for the day Kane called the
regular team together to make a
few rushes against the scrub. He
wanted, in particular, to oil up a
play that had gone sour against
Mayfield, for he still believed in it.
Not a little to his surprise, Frank
was sent in as right halfback for
the scrub. That was more than he
had expected, his first day on the
field.
Passing him before the line-up,
Hodge spoke from the side of his
mouth: “Well, they’ve promptly
buried you with the rest of us dead
ones, Merriwell. You’ll never get
out of this graveyard.”
In the backfield behind the varsity
line, Bascomb, who wasn’t yet
aware of what was to be tried, said
to Springall: “Call a play that’ll
let me get at him Dick, and I’ll
block the legs off Merriwell.”
That was the kind of a play
Springall called when they were
“I’ve Never Been Afraid to Play
Football, Sir,” Said Frank.
ready to go. It was a faked right-
end run with a spin and reverse
around the left end.
Tackle and guard opened the hole
that let Bascomb go through on the
jump, and he sheered to the left
and cross-blocked Merry, who was
charging.
Frank’s churning knees struck
Bascomb’s ribs a split-second after
he realized what was going to hap¬
pen. Over Bascomb’s body he spun,
hands outflung. His palms struck
the turf. Like tempered springs his
arms flung him upright on his feet
again to complete the impromptu
handspring.
He wasn’t confused. In his stride
again, he leaped at the interferer,
who was coming round the end
ahead of the runner, and laid him
low.
The safety man, coming at full
speed, tackled the runner and
smeared the play for a slight loss.
Everybody who had seen just
what had happened was laughing.
Bascomb wasn’t. He was getting
up, his hand pressed to his side, his
face twisted with wrath and pain.
Because of malicious eagerness to
get at Merriwell and hurt him as
much as possible Bascomb had
made a cross-block worthy of the
rankest amateur.
The coach had warned him about
stuff like that, more than once. Now,
as Bascomb rose to his feet again,
Kane came swiftly toward him.
“That’ll be enough for you to¬
day,” said the coach. “I’m tired of
telling you.” Then he turned and
beckoned a substitute. “Come in
here, Davis.”
Bascomb walked away slowly and
left the field, still holding his hand
to his side. Practice went on with¬
out him.
When it was all over Kane asked
the assistant coach: “What do you
think of Merriwell’s kicking?”
“He’s a natural,” answered Hans¬
comb.
“Then don’t try to coach him.
Coaching hurts a fellow with nat¬
ural kicking ability more than it
helps.”
"And he knows how to pass, as
well. He’s got an arm and he’s
rifle accurate.”
“Sounds like something. That was
a stunt he did when Bascomb threw
that low block at him.”
“Didn’t I see it! He’s better walk¬
ing on his hands than some of the
would-bes.”
Kane almost smiled. “That sounds
odd from an old pessimist like you.
Are you telling me he doesn't be¬
long on the scrub?”
“What I don’t understand,” said
Hanscomb, avoiding a direct an¬
swer, “is how that lad can be a
football quitter. A fellow who has
got the nerve to face mad dogs and
snatch a girl off a runaway horse
two or three seconds before she’d
have been killed hasn’t any right
to turn yellow just because he’s
been knocked cold in a line buck.
There’s something wrong about it.”
Now Kane did smile a little. “It
does sound a bit balmy,” he al¬
lowed, and said no more.
Outwardly calm, Frank was in¬
wardly almost tumultuously happy
that night. Maybe Hodge was right
in thinking he, like Bart, had been
buried in the Fardale graveyard of
football hopes, but he had a feeling
that the scrub could be used as a
springboard from which to leap to
a more lively field.
He felt a thrill of pleasure when
he sat down that night in the small¬
er dining room with the other foot¬
ball men. He hadn’t got to training
table, but maybe he was on his
way. He thought of Barney, who
never muffed a chance to cheer him
on, and missed him for the time
being. Barney was all wool and a
yard wide. Some pal!
Those fellows were agreeable fel¬
lows who were still a little curious
about him, still a little doubtful and
suspicious. He could feel that un¬
certainty behind their evident will¬
ingness to take him for what he
might prove to be worth. Physically
they were a healthy he-man lot,
packed to capacity with leashed vig¬
or.
He noticed, quickly, that Bascomb
was not there. That was odd. He
didn’t understand it until the rea¬
son came out in the remarks of
two fellows on the opposite side of
the table.
Said one: “Well, maybe we’re go¬
ing to be a backfield man shy
after today.”
Said the other: “You mean Bas¬
comb? What’s the report?”
The first one answered: “The doc¬
tor says he may have a cracked rib.
They’re taking an X-ray."
That gave Merriwell a queer sen¬
sation. He said impulsively: “Oh,
that’ll be tough! It’ll weaken the
team. I’m sorry.”
Then it seemed that everybody
was staring at him. He was em¬
barrassed, but his face was sober
and honest. He was really con¬
cerned for the welfare of the team.
Dick Springall said: “We have to
take practice injuries as they come
at this stage of the season. We
can stand them better now than
later on.”
Somehow Springall did not appear
as much worried over losing a big
shot as Frank had expected.
Mulloy was waiting for Frank and
they walked back to Union hall to¬
gether. The Irish boy was bubbling
over with chuckles.
“When they try to stop you they
go to the hospital, me lad,” said
Barney. “Maybe that’ll ooze
through Bascomb’s thick head while
his rib is mending. You busted it,
all right. That’s the latest intelli¬
gence.”
“And that makes Fardale that
much weaker,” said Merry.
“Who says so? Let me tell you
something. It’s just been poured
into my ear that the Grand Canyon
was pushed on Fardale by some
rich old grad with more influence
than sense. It’s done nowadays,
you know. And he hasn’t panned
out. It’s suspected that the coach
was looking for a good excuse to
bench him. Now he won’t have to
look any more, and he really ought
to give you a loving cup.”
There was a long period of skull
practice the following afternoon.
State Second, the strong team Far¬
dale would meet Saturday, had been
scouted in its first game, and Kane
spent the best part of an hour dem¬
onstrating State’s scoring plays
Little Ohio City Claims the Shortest,
Smallest Street in World; No Traffic
Berlin may have her Unter Den
Linden, Rome her Corso and Paris
her Avenue de L’Opera, but this
little Ohio river-front town of 10,000
persons goes to the other extreme
and boasts what is probably the
smallest avenue in the world, writes
a Bellaire, Ohio, correspondent in
the Cleveland Plain Dealer.
Federal avenue, a narrow thor¬
oughfare bordering on the north
side of the Bellaire postoffice, not
only is probably the shortest and
smallest street in the world but is
believed to be the only one on which
there is no vehicle traffic of any
kind.
The street has no traffic lights
and no space for parking—because
it is exactly 32 inches wide. Young¬
sters can play in this street all day
long without thought of approach¬
ing automobiles, buss** or street
cars.
Two families live on Federal ave¬
nue, Mr. and Mrs. Thomas Bos¬
well at 3219 and Mr. and Mrs. Fred
White, right next door, at 3220.
with blackboard diagrams and
showing his plans of defense against
them.
“State is ceanfing on a push-over
Saturday,” said the reach in con¬
clusion, “and they have a right to
after the showing we made against
Mayfield. But what I’m counting on
is that you’ll get together and hand
that bunch an upset that’ll take the
conceit out of them. You can if you
want to.”
Then he took a letter out of his
pocket and went on. “I’ve got some¬
thing here that I want to read—
part of it. It’s a letter that Pro¬
fessor Scotch got Doctor Massey, of
Bloomfield, to write me. Doctor
Massey is the physician for Mr.
Asher Merriwell, Frank Merriwell’s
uncle and guardian, who is being
treated by the doctor for heart trou¬
ble. Mr. Merriwell collapsed in the
stand at Bloomfield last fall during
a game in which his nephew was
knocked out in a line smash.”
Sitting as still as stone and look¬
ing straight ahead, Frank heard the
coach read a portion of the letter:
“ ‘Mr. Merriwell is a sportsman
who has always encouraged his
nephew’s love of athletics, but the
shock of seeing Frank stretched on
the ground and hearing a woman
shriek that he had been killed
caused him to collapse that day.
Afterwards I found that Mr. Merri-
well’s heart had been seriously af¬
fected by the shock, and it was I
who pledged the boy to play no
more football until I should say he
might without apprehension that an¬
other, similar, accident might not
have an even more serious reper¬
cussion on his uncle. And to make
sure Asher Merriwell would not
hear of what I had done, I asked
Frank to tell nobody. Now, how¬
ever, I feel confident that Mr. Mer¬
riwell has so far recovered that I
am willing to release the boy from
his promise, as long as he’s so anx¬
ious to play football again.’
“That’s all,” concluded the coach,
“and it ought to be enough to end
the guessing and loose talk that’#
been going on.”
The whistle! The kick-off! The
plunk of the lusty foot of a State
kicker boosting the ball high and
far toward the east goal, which Far¬
dale, having won the toss, had cho¬
sen to defend because of the fa¬
voring wind. Racing from the re¬
straining line, the maroon - clad
State men blazed like a sheet of
flame across the field.
Under wraps, Merriwell sat with
the squad and saw the game begin.
Elmer Davis was in there at right
half, where Bascomb would have
been had he not been hurt. The kick,
aimed for “coffin corner,” was com¬
ing into his territory. He took the
ball cleanly and was away, with two
interferers sweeping in ahead to
blaze a path for him. Twenty-two
yards of green sod were left be¬
hind his flying feet before he was
slammed down by a State tackier.
That was good. Good enough to
bring a great cheer from the Far¬
dale crowd that packed the north
stand.
But State wasn’t disturbed. They
were brimming over with confi¬
dence, those fellows. This was a
game they had reckoned in the bag
before it started. Any team May-
field could trim, even by the closest
score, just had to be an easy
bounce-around for them when they
turned on the juice.
Davis was on his feet again. If
that hard tackle had jolted him
much he didn’t show it. A quick
huddle was followed by a shifting
switch behind the line and a center
buck, Davis carrying the ball.
But the State line was a stone
wall through which no hole could
be drilled, and Davis went down in
the pile-up. Two yards lost.
(TO BE CONTINUED)
“It is an ideal place to live,” Mrs.
Boswell said. “Although we live in
the heart of town the traffic prob¬
lem does not bother the tots who
play here. We have a lovely front
yard—yard of the postoffice just
across the way—and don’t have th*
bother of caring for it.”
Federal avenue became a thor¬
oughfare and gained its name when
the new post office building was
erected many years ago. Pedes¬
trians use it frequently as a short
cut to the town’s Main street.
It is paved with blocks of cement,
the type generally used for side¬
walk paving, and is approximately
50 yards long.
It is half a block from the cross-
section of town and only ten paces
from the tallest building, the eight-
story First National Bank building.
Many residents have lived her#
an entire lifetime and have neve*
heard of Federal avenue, although
it is probably the world's smallest
thoroughfare.
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