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Rear Springs—Anti-Dive Braking—12-Volt Electrical System—Nine Engine-Drive Choices ,
Aim that Chevrolet hood down a
stretch of open road—and relax.
You’re all alone I Because nothing
In its field can match the stride
of Chevrolet’s “Turbo-Fire V8.”
Cleveland Motor Co.
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With the return of the lunch-box routine and the after-school
snack, baking again becomes an every-day affair. cake-mixes. Simplifying Drome¬ this
chore for the busy home-maker, are the modern
dary has taken an extra step toward anticipating our daily baking
needs with the introduction of their 2-in-l package, gold foil wrapped
to insure freshness, and with handy pan-liners for time-saving con¬
venience. One layer can be baked at a time, affording a variety of
flavors for the family who can’t agree on a “favorite,” and without
waste or loss of flavor. The unused “twin” stays mixmg-bowl delicious fresh cake
until needed. And most important, you get a uniformly
every time, with a minimum of work. much
i As a one-layer or "half cake” suggestion, here’s a pretty
all-time favorite —especially with the young fry —rich, chocolatey
(Devil's Food. For an 8 or 9 inch layer use one half pack and from complete Dromedary with s
Devil’s Food Mix. Cut the baked layer frosting. in As special touch, a
soft, velvety butter-cream filling and peppermint candy. a With such
why not add a topping rf crushed home from school.| a
itreat in store, there’ll be no lagging on the way
Butter-Cream Frosting (For Half Cake)
2 level tablespoons butter or margarine Vs teaspoon vanilla
1 % cups sifted confectioners sugar Pinch salt
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fectioners sugar, and beat well. Add vanilla and salt. Now alternate
(remaining sugar and hot milk. Beat after each addition, until smooth
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Pick a point on the compass, your favor¬
ite Chevy model-and let yourself go!
Arrow for the far horizon and let Chev¬
rolet’s “Turbo-Fire V8” unravel the rib¬
bon of highway. You’re driving the car that
can’t even be touched for performance in
its field. Chevrolet, you know, is the
leading winner in NASCAR* Short Track
competition against all comers. (Yes,
that includes many high-priced jobs!)
Fancy names and claims don’t count
in this league. Acceleration, cornering
and handling ease are the things that de¬
termine the winner —all qualities that
make for safer, happier highway driving.
And Chevrolet’s got ’em like nobody else!
Have you bossed this beauty yet?
Come in and take the key!
*National Association for Stock Car Auto Racing
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V CHEVROLET ^
SHORT V
Mahomet’s
Advice
By William L. Roper
‘tlfHAT »V on earth is the mat
ter with you, Grady?”
Shirley exclaimed. “You look as
if you’d just received word the
end of the world was due in fif¬
teen minutes.”
Grady Monroe smiled grimly.
“Oh, it’s not quite that soon. In
fact, I’ve got six days.”
“Six days?” Shirley’s big blue
eyes studied ® him with a puzzled
expression.
“Shirley, your Uncle Dave has
told me I must sell that stock of
six dozen Red Head hammers by
the first of Sep
tember, or look - Minute
for employment Fiction
elsewhere. He said
he was testing my
judgment last spring when he let
me act as buyer. Oh, he’s really
burned up about certain items
that are clogging the shelves.”
“Then we won’t dare to get mar¬
ried unless—”
Grady nodded. “Not unless I
sell the hammers or find another
job.”
“We might consult a horo¬
scope," Shirley suggested, her
face brightening. “That’s what I
usually do when I’m undecided
about something.”
Grady frowned. “Yeah, I re¬
member. That’s where we got
that screwy tip to stock up on
hammers.”
Shirley opened her handbag and
took out a slip of paper. “Look.
Grady shook his head dubious¬
ly. “Whoever heard of peddling
hammers door-to-door?”
Grady,” she said. Her eyes spar¬
kled. “I just got this horoscope at
Carter’s newsstand. Let’s see if it
offers a clue.”
Grady smiled and took the slip
of paper. Unfolding it, he read
solemnly: •
“When the mountain will not
come to Mahomet, Mahomet will
go to the mountain.”
“Don’t you get it?” Shirley
said. “It means if customers don’t
come in and buy your hammers,
you must go out and sell them.”'
“You mean peddle ’em?”
“Sure, you and I can go out in
the country and sell hammers to
the farmers every evening after
the store closes. Why, Grady, it’ll
be fun and—"
Grady shook his head dubiously.
"Whoever heard of peddling ham¬
mers door-to-door? Besides your
Unci# Dave may not approve.”
“W* won’t tell him,” Shirley
said. ^
That evening Grady and Shirley
gave the horoscope-inspired idea
a try.
“Well, we didn’t sell a single
hammer," Grady said as they
drove home. “But it’s been fun.”
He paused and sniffed the fresh
odor of a newly mowed meadow.
“You discovered that Tony Bot
taro needed a new cream separa¬
tor, and that Omar Jones was in
the market for a tractor,” Shirley
said.
But at the end of the week, they
had to admit their hammer-sell¬
ing project had been a failure.
Out of the dozens of calls they had
made, they had succeeded in sell¬
ing only six hammers.
“Looks like we’re licked,"
Grady said, as he stopped his
roadster in front of Shirley’s
home. “Guess I’ll have to start
looking for a new job In a few
days.”
The next morning he was count¬
ing the hammers in the show case,
when he heard old Dave Crossett’s
shrill voice, calling him.
“Yessir, Mr. Crossett,” Grady
said, trying to swallow the lump
in his throat. He hurried to the
proprietor’s office at the front end
of the store.
“Come in, Grady.” The old man
peered at him sharply over his
dark plastic rimmed glasses.
“How many of the Red Head ham¬
mers do we have left?”
“Approximately five dozen, sir.”
Old Dave Crossett’s high pitched
voice interrupted him. “You don’t
need to explain, Grady. Forget
I everything I said about them Red
! Head hammers. That getting out
and calling on the farmers was a
real smart idea. It’s already
brought us in over a thousand dol¬
lars in increased business, and
I’ve decided to raise your salary
fifty dollars a month and give you
a five per cent commission—that
is, if you'll stay with ms.” ’