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il nutritious, economical, tasty
.and easy to fix. Try meat pies
,in potato crusts with inexpensive the
nonfat dry milk added to both
ground beef and the mashed pota¬
toes for extra nutrition as well as
.added flavor.
Nonfat dry milk is a rich source
•of protein, calcium, riboflavin and
lactose even though it is package so very
economical. A one-pound available
of nonfat dry milk, at of
the grocer’s, makes five quarts
nonfat milk at only about nine
cents a quart. eating
For good try:
Meat Pies in Potato Crusts
(Makes 4 servings) diced
4 medium-sized potatoes,
1 medium-sized onion, finely
A tablespoons chopped Starlac nonfat dry
milk
Father Neptune Wins by K.O.
V" HANCES are, I might have a little competition, but I want
of to lay claim to the sea sickness championship. I am one
those people who can’t even walk down Canal Street with¬
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rising and falling like an elevator with a hangover. We were
swinging and swaying and hobbling like a cork. I sat in a
deck chair trolling and telling myself over and over again
that I wouldn’t get sea sick. I’ve never told me a bigger fib.
A big king mackrel tore the half pound mullet off
my hook and I reeled in. The more I reeled, the sicker
I became. It took my last ounce of strength to lift the
hook out of the water. I passed the rod and reel to Clay
Harris who remarked, “Hey—you look like a bottle of milk
ivith shoes on.” That did it!
The lump in my throat was as big as a pineapple. After
the old heave ho—I stretched out on a bunk in hopes I could
be lucky enough to die. Jernigan, Harris and Kirkpatrick
were yelling and fighting big mackerel. I wasn’t interested.
Soon Marvin came in, viewed with alarm the pitiful
hulk of a man that lay collapsed before him and asked,
“What can I get you?” Feebly, I answered, “Get me an
acre of land to stand on.”
Naval Getting sea sick isn’t new to me. Years ago I was in the
Reserves and on the U.S.S. North Dakota for a cruise
to Cuba. We followed a storm out of Havana and the old
battleship started performing like a giant rocking chair. From
Havana all the way to Charleston, I wore a port hole for a
lavaliere.
I remember a sailor saying, “This ship might sink!”
Oh how I hoped he was right. In fact, I would have volun¬
teered to help sink it.
That deep sea fishing trip at Miami with Jimmy Adams,
of Perry, was a dilly. We were trolling for sailfish and Jimmy
sat right in front of me, puffing furiously on a big, black
cigar that must have been deported from Cuba. Every puff
of that stinking weed drifted back to me. The boat was going
crazy, trying to stand on first one end and then the other.
With all the blood drained out of my face, a baseball
lump sticking in my throat and my tummy doing hand¬
springs, I watched Jimmy land a big bonito. Grinning
from ear to ear, he looked hack at me, cut loose a huge
puff of smoke in my face and said, “Boy! Wasn’t that a
thrill?”
I made a bee-line for the cabin. I heard Jimmy’s foolish
question, “What’s the matter?” but I didn’t and couldn’t
answer. I have no idea how long I lay on that bunk entertain¬
ing such beautiful thoughts as sticking my head in a guillotine
when Jimmy appeared, patting himself on the tummy and
saying, “I dont’ feel so good I think I’ll drink a beer and eat
one of those pork sandwiches.” Once more, we parted
company.
Oh yes, I’ve lost many bouts with sea sickness. One
time off Stuart, Florida, I threw in the towel before we
ever dropped a hook in the water. The fellows set me
off on an island and returned to their fishing. I crawled
under a palm tree and waited to die. My wait was inter¬
rupted by gnats, sand flys, mosquitoes and thousands of
assorted biting type insects.
Walking of and running brought little relief. I cheated that
swarm beating myself pests by standing in water up to my neck and
ove rthe head with a palmetto fan. That was
my Heat performance when my friends returned. They thought
the was too much and I had gone nuts. ‘ '
If anybody has a reliable sea sick remedy, please send it
to me.
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Sign at city limits, “Take it easy, this is a one-hearse
town.”
His wife’s diet was great. She disappeared entirely in
two weeks.
THEY WOULD READ YOUR AD
TOO, IF IT APPEARED HERE
1 teaspoon salt
1 pound ground lean beef
jr 3 cup Starlac nonfat dry milk
<4 cup chili sauce
1 teaspoon salt
Dash of pepper
1 egg
Cook potatoes and onions to¬
gether in salted boiling water un¬
til tender, about 20 to 25 minutes.
Drain. Mash; stir in 4 tablespoons
Starlac nonfat dry milk powder
and salt; beat well. Divide mashed
potato mixture into fourths and
spread four 6-inch Combine pie plates with
potato mixture. beef, %
cup Starlac nonfat dry milk pow¬
der, chili sauce, salt, pepper and
egg; blend thoroughly. Fill each
potato lined pie plate with one
fourth of beef mixture. Bake in
moderate oven (350°F.) 25 to 80
minutes. Garnish with onion rings
and parsley.
About a year ago, Mack Rozier, of
Brunswick, gave me some sure-cure-sea
sick pills. Most of them were wasted on
calm seas. I emptied the bottle on a
fishing trip at Morehead City with
“Dick” Kirkpatrick, Coastal Commis¬
sioner, Clay Harris of The Rock, Marvin
Jernigan of Buena Vista and Captain
Roy Brown.
We were 12 miles out and the boat was