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CHAPTER XII .
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I g, agreement between the two
ite chairmen, the campaign prop-
was to close on Saturday night,
Ufth of November. For that
lit, the wind-up, huge rallies had
. arranged for each of the rival
Udstes, some seventy miles
I but both well toward the stra-
_ center of the state. Sunday
been designated a day of rest;
hut" at the last moment Brother Wil-
e yielding to what he called "in-
it'ent importunity,", consented to
again in the pulpit of a Mays-
church, the largest church in
he state. On Monday evening, each
indidate had been allotted thirty
tites on the radio in a state-wide
-byLthe-hattle-rayal was to
on Saturday night. The wind-
*Qn Monday, the trailer cavalcade
ok up its last headquarters in Uje
Ipecreation Park at Ratfway. This
Iwaj a.Jiappy stroke, as the park
Iwas well provided with pleasant fa-
Ictlities; riding horses for rent,
L^inuning pool and bath-house, ten-
Inls courts, good restaurants, a small
|hotel,ia tavern.
fcadway was twenty miles from
ItVentlare, where th«t Senator's
[wind-up rally was to be held. And
lifter the rally, the last tired trek
|«buld return them to Shires to await
end. The Governor's final rally
Iwas slated for Lancaster, about for-
L miles from Radway in the oppo-
direction. '
|<That was a terrible week. They
(Campaigned from breakfast till mid-
loight, constantly in the public eye;
lobhged to shake thousands of hands
land to be pleasant until the smiles
[geemed frozen to their tired fea-
I tores.
On the day of the wind-up, Satur-
|4ay morning, they sat jadedly at
Ibreakfast in the little dinette of the
I trailer. Limpy could not force her-
Igelf to eat; she could not drink her
Lcofiee; could onlj ^U^iistiess ahi
[dull, toyirig~wIlKher fork.
Aunt Qlympia peisisted in urging
I her.'
"But I cap'L. Auntie. I tell you.. I
I can't!" said Limpy impatiently.
'The very thought of food chokes
me right up."
("We'll go and sit under the tfrees
ind talk," said Aunt Olympia pur-
posefully. ''For one hour! Then you
•he aid, thinking very fast "Those
girls are all tired out and they're
having a lovely time over there
•lone. I'll go with yotMo MUlsvilie
and get my present We'll take the
trailer and I can' dress on the way
over. We'll take the Cars, too, and
leave Ben Baldy here to drive the
sound truck oyer when the gfrls get
ready. We'll put their wind-up
clothes—I've got them laid out—in
the truck for them and they can
finish their b^th and dress leisurely
and be as fresh as daisies when they
arrive."
Aunt Olympia went to the bath-
house, on a jveary trot Shejjgas
worn to what she herself tersely de-
scribed as a hank of hair, but she
did not falter. Thank God, it was
the; last dayl.She motioned the girls
to-'come to the edge of the pool. ]
"Girls," she said, "the Senator/s
come and we've got to go to another
meeting or two before Trentf^re.
It's really impromptu) though they
allowed themselves time to wire
Ire the
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park for loud speaking and buy me a
present . . . Anyhow, /you don't
have to go. You finish tour swim
and take all the time [you want.
We're leaving Ben Baldy to bring
you over in the sound truck. You'd
better lie down a while after your
swim . . . I'll put extr^Tcushions in
the truck. Dress your very pretti-
est. I'll have your winil-up clothes
in the truck ready for yoh, ^nd he'll
get you there just in time for the
close, so you'll, be nice and. fresh
for it." \
"That's fine. Auntie!"
"What a nice old Auntie!
"The water's grand* Aunt Olyrp-
pia. Why don't, you chuck the meet-
ing and have a plunge?"
"I can't. I've got to go and re-
ceive a present. Nothing makes
you so mad as to have a present and
nobody to present it to. I'll put a
hamper of chicken and sandwiches
in the truck, toot_jLv-^ou_1vohTt_be
J^jngryr-~--YOG"~cari eat on the way
■ever. I don't think your digestions
will stand another hot-dog barbe-
cue."
"Don't forget the wind-up hats,"
said Limpy. —-—•—, —
"I won't forget anything. And
don't hurry, girls. I do want you to
get freshened up. I want you to
be as sweet as cherry blossoms. It's
the wind-up." «
"And Tuesday the pay-off!" said
Limpy, blissfully treading water.
closely with his own ideas. "A man
who cannot safeguard his home, his
property, his campaign equipment,
from—external ravage—is certainly
not to be trusted with the intricate
affairs of this sovereign state. Now
on Saturday night he's going hobnob-
Wng and grandstanding all over the
state| with th^t elegant sound -truck
oj his: all plebeian dirt outside and
luxury within! . . . So what? So
right from under his nose, we're go-
ing to swipe that souqd truck and
show him up for the hopeless in-
efficient that he is."
"Did you say we, or me?" asked
SP-'T>e.n.n-eai!'Iy' ., ., . I of the camg grounds inte-the higfr
^h'V ? my- Hiea-but- you H -da ^^turning north, headed for the
Is* nra/ tinol nnrr>nncfm iinn '' _
the practical demonstration," said
Len cheerfully; "They don't guard
anything- They're a bunch of nin-
compoops. They leave their doors
wide open—to everybody but me,
that is," he added bitterly. "They
leave the keys in the locks, the
switches turned on—everything wide
nppn iNnw, ynn'll cwip^ thf> nniind-
"Uncle Lancy really owed us this
^ath."
CHAPTER Xin
iTh campaign had been spoiled
"Bat I can't. Auntie, I tell yon
I can't!"
(o Jwimming! At five you go to the
Pool and swim and float and relax
•nd forget politics. We don't have
to leave here till seven-thirty. I'll
lay out your Wind-up costumes and
have everything ready. You'll be
oey children tonight For Uncle
Lancy's sake, you've got to look
Tour best!"
The .girls cheerfully acquiesced.
Aunt Olympia was the sort of wom-
who inspires acquiescence. At
®ve o'clock they got into their smart
bathing ensembles, draped their be-
coming bath capes around their
Jkw^ters," and tripped gaily into ttie
bathhouse. Aunt Olympia went with
them and saw them take their first
Plunges.
lt y°" take a good long time to
«, she admonished them. "I want
you to limber up your nervous sy -
wm , and that tafifi time. I'll call
J°u when I wtfnt you. I'm going
i to snatch a nap."
. ,®ut \Avmt Olympia had no such
blessed opportunity that afternoon,
jpejore she was more than stretched
®"t on her cot the roar of sirens
announced the return of the Sena-
tar. Be explained that • large crowd
JJJjWtbM** at Millsville, about
ii *° an Impromptu
falflr had been arranged and ha had
to dash right over and make them
•-•peech.
'Terhaps Td better Just go on InJ
■a® taeet me at Trenttare. Or pick
at MillsviUe," ha said.
f "They particularly want to see
81opshlre," objected Dave. Relent
t®* «p collection and
her a, present She's got to
001 got to get itart-
t Olympia was equal to ttia
"Now, I tell you what"
em
for Len Hardesty, too, working for
the Opposition. That was on ac-
count of Adele. Accepting her note
of temporary dismissal in the spirit
of candid honesty in which it had
been written* he no longer felt free
to dash in at Shires or on the trailer
troupe. The Senator would have re;
ceived him as before, he knew that;
so would Olympia. Probably even
fTfelen, painfully schooling herself to
accept the bitter exigencies of a po-
litical-future, would have greeted
him wife quiet dignity. But nqt
Adele; nor Limpy, who had made
it dear to everyone^ that she would roaring back with his noisy escort.
never speak to him again until Adele
forgave him. And Adele wouldn't-^
not till after the election.
The Gallup Polls indicated that
while the campaign was fairly close,
the closing Weeks showed a definite
trend in the Senator's favor. This,
Brother Wilkie rather ungratefully
attributed to Len's coup in the spy
business, which had not only missed
fire but had resonantly redounded
to his disadvantage.
They could only fall back on the
Senator's "innocuous jnildness," his
"hopeless inefficiency." As for his
mildness, Len knew-t-and the voters
(pew—that once the Senator got his
glasses wiped and his. feet on the
ground, he would take no back-talk
from anyone but Olympia.
"The Senator, is hopelessly Ineffi-
cient" But there was nothing one
could put hand on to support that
accusation. He had answered—with
a good deal of help, of course—
every argument advanced against
him. His personal affairs were
above reproach.
"The Senator is inefficient." But
to prove it?
In desperation, on Tuesday, the
first of November, Len called to
confidential conference Sfrlke O'Con-
nor, the Governor's chauffeur.
"Now see here, Spike," he be-
gan, "you've had a very easy sum-
mer of it—Just touring the state,
looking af the scenery, escorting the
seven bra—er, cherubs—and now
you've got to do the Governor one
good he-man turn before the wind-
up."
"Wha'da ya mean, seven cher-
ubs? I ain't seen no cherubs an' I
been to church regular every Sun-
day morning for four months which
wasn't included In the agreement
that I got to go to chureh."'
"I'll get Frank to take over the
fcherubs from this on," promised
tk® car, and you can bring the girls ten* "You're entitled to a rest But
there's one thing; you've got to do.
You've got to help us prove that
Senator Slopshlre is hopelessly Inaf-
Any senator that's smart enough
to pick himself out three good-look-
ing skirts In place o* them brata of
ours ain't my idea of no JneflU
ciency," said Spike, flrmly^
Len let that go; II acoorded too
truck and bring it over to Lan-
xqster for, the big rally. We'll have
the Governor bring out how care-
less and indifferent and inefficient
the' Senator is, and the# we'fi turn
on the floodlights and there'll be
you and the Senator's sound truck!
A man that isn't smart enough to
look after his own sound truck on
the wind-up. night is certainly not
one to be trusted with the future of
this sovereign state," >"
"What's ii) it for me?" asked
Spike, practically.
"Surcease from the brats is re-
ward enough," said Len. "How-
ever, here are a hundred dollars for
your expenses. You get that sound
truck and keep it hidden until elec^
tion night and bring it to our rally,
and there's a two-hundred-dollar bo-
nus in it for you—spot cash. And
a job, beside, if the Governor wins."
"Okay, boss," said Spike.
"1Wili-^5u~^get-lhi6_truck?''
"Okay
From Len Hardesty's recital of
the ease of its accomplishment.
Spike O'Connor was not prepared
for the hard luck he encountered, in
ca r ry ing out- hi* - enter pr ise.- When
his ramshackle old roadster pulled
into the grounds at R&fj\vay, it at-
tracted no attention at ail} The Sen-
ator's processional was often fol-
lowed by half a dozen or more.'cars
that nobody knew anything about.
Spike had large VOTE FOR SLOP-
4*The Senator don't allow no JiarJ
drinkin' on campaign," paid Ben bit-
terly. "He says it riles the Pro-
hibition." '—i
"The Senator ain't around now
and ain't likely to be around till aft-
ei~that Tally.—And if them girls if-
as countrified' as the papers make
out, they won't know the difference
between a whisky and a coke. Set
'em up . ... On me. Double whis-
kys." '
Spike took One generous draught
of. his liquor; he felt he needed that
Then he said, "Watch mine, will
you? I want to lee if I locked that
bus."
He sauntered leisurely across the
room to the door. But once outside,
without a look toward his ramshack-
le Ford, he went on a dead run for
the sound truck, standing, deserted
and alone, near the bathhouse door
. . . Yes, there it was! He leaped
into the driver's seat-turned the
switch, pressed on the starter* and
the sound truck plunged forward out
(Jet an
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III ERE is a new dei
A we lffiOwTa goi"-
tremendous
readers; for ft brings you the i
portunity of combining j "
and profit. With jig, .
keyhole saw, you may
designs from wallboard,
or thin lumber. Each
brings accurate outline
sign, and complete directions
making or painting. 4'■
—-Today, we areJshandng a yatdt'
design that will appeal to many.
Governor's rally at Lancaster.
Spike O'Connor could not possibly
have heard the three faint screams
of surprise that wfejrit up from the
interior as the truck gbt under way.
The girls ha4 leisurely finished their
bath, as admonished by Aunt Olym-
pia, had skipped lightly from the
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II
Limpy
CHOOSE DESSERT TO FIT MAKEUP OF MEAL
(See Recipes Below)
What Shall I Serve for
Dessert?
To most of us "something sweet"
served at the close, ot a meal is as
important as the main dish itself:
For dessert, men undoubtedly have
a penetrant for such substantial items
as pie, ice cream and chocolate
cake; but they seeim to }ike the
homey, less spectacular de^sefts al-
most as much, Baked dpples, old?
fashioned apple dumplings, rice pud-
ding and fresh fruit desserts are
masculine favorites and they're sim-
ple enough-40-suit the youngsters of
the family, too. -You'll find sugges-
tions and recipes for the desserts
SHlRE posters prominently dis-
playetfon the car and wore a SLOP-
SHIRE button, a cheap batton, not
platinum and set with brilliants like
Limpy's, but much larger. All
VOTE FOR gLOPSHIRES were wel-
come to join the cavalcade.-.
But the camp was a bristling bus-
tle of activity from morning till
night There were chauffeurs, re-
porters, cameramen, policemen;
there were coUnty chairmen, visit-
ing delegates, reception commit-
tees, local delegations. On Wednes-
day, Thursday and Friday the sound
truck was in constant use; at night,
Ben Baldy slept on the cushions on
the floor of it.
By Saturday, Spike was nearly
desperate. And Saturday was worse.
At five o'clock the Senator-came
•Here's food,"
bathhouse into the truck and were
cheerfully making ready to rub
themselves down in that small en-
closure when it-drove off.
to be pretty well satisfied. by the,
time the dessert course appears. On
the other hand, if the meal has been
light, a hearty, satisfying sweet
course is in order.
Choose your dSSSSft, too, "to" fit
the general make-up of thl meal.
Don't forget that contrast is imporr
and presently, after a good deal of
.dashing about and giving orders and
shouting instructions, the big car
with the Senator and Mrs^ Slopshlre,
the small car pulling the trailer,
three small Fords, filled with mis-
cellaneous assistants, and the police
escort went screaming out of the
Recreation Park. Only the sound
truck was left pulled up near th$
deserted bathhouse. But it was not
left alone. Ben Baldy sat erect and
watchful on the driver's seat and
there he remained.
As dusk came on, a slow drizzle
of rain began to fall and the park
grounds were swiftly deserted.
Spike, with a last hopeless look at
Ben's silent figure, went dejectedly
across the park and into thfi^tavern
for a glass of beer.
If he had made this move by
studied design instead of at the
prompting of thirst it would have
been the smartest act of Spike's life.
The moving figure in the drizzling
rain of the deserted park attracted
Ben Baldy's attention. His eyes fol-
lowed Spike through the ralp straight
to the door of the tavern. A stream
of bright warm light shot out; the
strains of swinging dance music—a
pleasant change from the Star Span-
gled Banner he had been having all
summer. The door closed. The light
was cut off. The mpsic died.
Ben Baldy looked at his watch. A
quarter to seven. His looked at the
bathhouse door. No sign of the girls.
He got down from the driver's seat
and followed Spike OJTonnor into
the tavern. Spike greined him with
his broadest Irish smile. They went
simultaneously to the bar.
"Wet night brother," Isaid fiat
Baldy sociably.
"How come you ain't over to the
rally?" said Spike. "Ain't.you with
the Senator?"
JBen Baldy had some grievance of
hit own, apart from th^ldng wait
"Aw, th^y switched me onto the
truck. They went ahead to the ral-
ly—with barbecue and beer thrown
in—and left the girls to swimmin'. I
got to take them when they come
out In my opinion they spoil them
girls." '
. "I'm paying, brother," said Spike
Onerously. "Bow about a double
whisky?"
After the first shock, they pulled
themselves together.
"We must have stayed too long,"
said Helen. "We'll have to 7dress
as we go. Where's the bag, Adele?"
■—"I don't see itrmiy where."Where's
the switch?"
Helen pressed the button and the
truck was palely flooded with ligfct.
"Here's food," said Limpy.
"That's something. It'll take an
hour to get there. Let's eat first."
"It's pretty cold," said Helen.
"We'd better dress first."
But seeing Limpy already cheer-
fully at work on a drumstick, the
others followed suit sitting on cush-
ions on the floor of the rocking sound
truck.
"Isn't this Kin?" said Adele. "I'm
glad they didn't wait for us^ IFis
Such a relief^o eat without smirk-
ing afc -photdgfe phers. Sandwich,
please, Glutton.".
Blissfully unaware that they were
en route to the wrong njieeting, the
girls nibbled down to the last bone
of chicken, the last crumb of sand-
wich and cooky. Then Limpy, sigh-
ing contentedly, stretched out full-
length on the floor of the truck.
"Auntie said rest," she reminded
them.
"You get right up from there and
put your clothes on," said Helen
firmly. "If you catch cold, you
know who'll be blamed for it Mosey
hito your clothes and don't argue."
"Where's the bag, Helen?"
But search which soon became*
panicky failed to produce the suit-
case and the wind-up costumes, or
the big box with the smart black
and white fall felts. Not only were
there no wind-up costumes; there
were no clothes at all, of any de-
scription, except a pair of pajamas
and two clean shirts belonging to
Ben Baldy, who slept in the truck.
"She must have forgotten them,"
-said Helen. "We'll Just havei to keep
as warm as we can till we get there.
She'll be on the IdOk-out for us at
the other end. Poor dear, no won-
der she forgot! What a summer she's
had!" .
"She'll be sick IfVe don't get to
wear those costumes," said Limpy.
"She set thousands of votes by those
costumes/'
"Don't worry abput the costumes.
She^B-see that we get them before
we hit the platform. She has proba-
bly got a police escort guarding
them now . . . Helen, shouldn't we
turn off the lights, so we can slink
in unobserved till we get dressed?"
Suddenly Adele gave a sharp ex-
clamation. "Helen! How nasty!
Look at that Someone has strung
up a Wilkie banner! How hatefUlJ"
"•Vote for Governor Wi^de,'"
read Helen amazedly. "Well, I sup-
pose everything fils'to happen in a
campaign." *,
"There's another one," said Lim-
py angrily. '"A Good Goveraoi
Makes a Good Senator.' > . . Helen,
look! They're all Wilkie banners! I
don't sea a Sloppy anywhere." v
(TO BE CONTINUED)
tant. If you've had a fruit salad,
avoid serving a fruit dessert; if
spanish rice or mararoni made up
the main dish of the meal don't serve
a starchy sweet.
And speaking of desserts: when
If you're planning a party for
St Patrick's day, be sure to
watch for Eleanor Howe's column
next Week. You'll find here-sev-
eral practical rftenus for that
Irish holiday, recipes tested in"
Eleanor Howe's own kitchen, and
suggestions for table decorations,
too.
lemon extract and orange pulp, re-
serving orange juice carefully. Fold
in the beaten egg white. Place In
small angel food or torte pan (well,
greased). Bake in a moderate oven
(350 degrees) for approximately 35
to 40. minutes. After removing from
'for the long-ago days of
With thp Wind" are recalled viv|
ly in these charming cutout
ures.
might turn them into the vibrant
Scarlett O'Hara and the reseryed
Melanie Wilkes in person. And
your jig or coping saw plus a bit
of wallboard or plywood will pro-
duce these figures for your yard.
Each comes on its own pattern.
The beruffled hoop skirt lady at/
*he left is about 24 inches tall and
is given on Z9067, 15 cents—rshe
holds a box for flowers. The belle
at the right is op pattern Z9068,
15 cents—^about 24 inches tall, and'
a sprinkling can is in her hand.
. Order numbers Z9067 and Z9O08,
15 cents each, from: Aunt Martha,
Box 166-W, Kansas City, Mo.
that father likes, in my cook book^; jOVe?i allow cake ttf stand undisturbed
"Feeding Father." **] in the pan for 10 miriutes. Then
When you choose a dessert-.
sider fit^l^ihe-mtTar'as a wholes-is
jL--strBstantial or light? If it'« a
hearty, heavy meal, choose a light
dessert, because appetite? are likely
anee juice in. which the remaining
V\ cup sugar has been dissolved.
: Serve with whipped cream if de-
sired. ■
— Lemon Sauce.
1 cup sugar
grated rind and juice of 1 lemon
2 egg yolks
2 tablespoons cornstarch .
1 cup boiling- water
V* teaspoon salt
your facilities for entertaining are
limited, why not plan a "dessert
party"? Invite your guests to skip
their.dessert at home, and have it
with you. Dessert, with a beverage,
is all you s^rve—and you serve it
before the bridge playing or other
entertainment begins.
Fruit Macarooi* Dessert.
(Serves 6)
3 cups canned fruit
cup flour
% cup sugar
1 teaspoon baking powder
% teaspoon salt
1 egg
Pour fruit and juice into shallow
pan about 6 by 10 by 2 inches in
size. Sift together
the flour, sugar,
baking powder
and salt Add un-
beaten egg and
mix well. Spread
this mixture
(which will be
very- crumbly)
over the fruit and
bake in a moderately hot oven (375
degrees) for about 30 minutes.
Chocolate Fig Podding.
(Serves 6)
3Mt cUps soft bread crumbs
1 Vt teaspoons baking powder
V4 teaspoon salt
% cup white sugar
% cup brown sugar
Vi cup milk
2 eggs (beaten) \
S squares unsweetened chocolate
(melted)
^.pound dried flgs ^
\ Cup suet (
Combine crumbs, baking powder,
salt and sugar. Add milk and eggs.
Blend in the melted chocolate. Wash
flgs, remove stems and put flgs and
suet through food chopper. Add to
othe> ingredients and mix well. Pour
into a well greased casserole, cover
and bake in a slow oven (250 de-
grees) for 2%v hours. Serv&hot with
a custard ^auce or whipped cream.
L
r,
Orange Torte.
(Serves 6)>
% eup butter
% cup granulated sugar
1 egg (separated)
- - iy« cups general purpose flour
'K1 teaspoon baking powder
V* teaspoon salt
% teaspoon soda
Mi cup buttermilk
Mi cup dates (cut fine)
% eup put meats (cut fine) <•
1 teaspoon lemon extoact
l* 1 «range ■
&e<unbutterthoroughly;then
add Vfc cup sugar, while beating con-
stantly. Blend well and add beaten
egg yolk. Mix and sift together the
flour, baking powder, salt, and soda.,
Add alternately with the butter-
milk, hsglnnhta snd ending with the
dour mixture. Add dates and quts.
J.
salt and cook,
until thickened.
Add grated rind and juice of the
lemon to the sugar. Beat egg yolks
~ until light Mois-
ten cornstarch
with a little cold
_ jwater and add to
the oeaten egg"
yolks. Mix thor-
oughly with lem-
on and sugar mix-
ture. Place In
double boiler, add
boiling water and
stirring constantly,
Serve hot
Red Raspberry Snow Balls
(Makes 6 Snow Balls)
eup butter
cup sugar
1 cup general purpose flour
1 teaspoon baking powder
teaspoon salt
% cup milk
2 egg whites (beaten)
Cream the butter. Add sugar and
beat welL Mpc and sift flour, bak-
ing powder^ftrSatid salt Add alter-
nately with the milk and then fold
in the beaten egg whites. Steam in
small buttered molds for 30 to 35
minutes. Serve with red raspberry
sauce. -
" Apple Dumplings.
2 cups flour . '
3 teaspoons baking powder
% teaspoon salt
% cup shortening
% cup milk
% cup orange juice
(I tart apples (medium size)
% cup sugar
nutmeg
cinnamon!
butter
Mix and sift dry ingredients and
cut in {shortening; add liquid. Roll
dough to quarter-
inch thickness
and cut in 4?inch
squares. Pare
and core applei.
Place one apple
in center of each
saUaiNB antf fill
center of apples
with a mixture of
sugar, cinnamon
and nutmeg. Dot
with butter and
pinch vie four corners of the dough
together. Prick. With a fork and
bake in a moderate oven <350 de-
grees) for 30 to 40 minutes. Serve
with lemon sauce.
?
Have Tea Ordered fear Copy of
•Feeding Father'?
'■ You'll find in this clever cook book
—by Eleanor Howe, not only tested
recipes tor father's favorite des-
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ha likes, as well. There are "mas*
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especially for father—and hints alt
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Curry, W. M. The Crosbyton Review. (Crosbyton, Tex.), Vol. 32, No. 9, Ed. 1 Friday, March 1, 1940, newspaper, March 1, 1940; (https://texashistory.unt.edu/ark:/67531/metapth243157/m1/3/: accessed April 30, 2024), University of North Texas Libraries, The Portal to Texas History, https://texashistory.unt.edu; crediting Crosby County Public Library.