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MAE BABER, R.D.2, Brandon, Wisconsin

TIME MARCHES ON! I recall it as a slogan used by some newsman or commentator. How true it is that time waits for no man. Time, as it marches on is bringing with it a very great change to the community in which we live. There is a new consolidated school being built here is Wisconsin and six of our local schools have merged into one district to make its erection possible.

As we anticipate this new school some sharpened memories come out of the past to echo through the corridors of remembrance with a sweetness and yet a touch of pain I had rather forgotten had ever existed. Can you imagine what the pain was? It was the pain from very cold feet which were deposited, quite unhappily, on an even colder school house floor. Of a truth, yea man, it was one of the most unpleasant aspects of growing up in the country.

There were the mornings (and that quite frequently) when our frost footed teacher gathered her children with chattering teeth around the plump jacketed stove, which graced wrong corner of the room for any comfort, and taught us the fundamentals of knowledge. (I doubt that she would ever have been too impressed with today's ventilated shoes.) There we sometimes stayed until noon, when the ache had left our feet but was quite apt to have only been transferred to our empty little stomachs via the refrigerated dinners which had close contact with the windward side of the schoolhouse and the drafty wooden floor. By afternoon it had usually warmed up enough for us to go back to our battered desks and more orthodox teaching.

One day which I distinctly remember as quite momentous, either a sympathetic teacher, or a thoughtful mother had the bright idea that carpet covered boxes could serve as foot stools for our chill-benumbed feet. Ah! What a happy day as we came to school bearing our various sized boxes to accommodate our various sized feet! There was only one

drawback as far as I was concerned, and that was the painful realization that I needed a larger box to hold my pedal-digits than most of the other children my age. After untying about two yards of wool scarf from around my rosy cheeks I carefully placed my carpet-enclosed box under my seat. Another box soon would be beside it as we were all equipped with double seats. I felt better. My larger box was not so evident now.

Little did I realize, way back then, that some day I might be quite grateful to have grown to be more than five foot two. It helps just a little with the widening process that seems to take place so easily.

As we build our new school, I, for one, would like to pass along this thought to our own local board and all of you who are interested in the welfare of our next generation . . .

You can gain lots of knowledge, and yet be a thief,
You can live like a saint, and be on relief,
You can cram information into most any brain
And make it the penitentiary's gain.
Build a man who is wholesome, God like and true,
Hard working and humble with char acter too,
Help us build for the future a noble race
And our schools will be taking their rightful place.

Sometimes it seems that the teacher and the school have our children longer than we do during their waking hours. Good parents are a child's real need, but teachers and a good school are a tremendous influence. Let us never forget it, God, and the church, the parents, and the home, the teacher, and the school, - the product - a good citizen.

TO THE LADIES . . .

Courtesy of Mrs. S. M. Hadley, R.D. 2, Box 338, Danville, Indiana

One of my hobbies is collecting Cook Books and recipes. Since you were asking for contributions I'm enclosing some of our favorites. You may use them whenever they work in best. Hope you don't use them all at one time. (We won't)

Here is a hint that may help some one - If you burn food in a favorite pot or pan, wring a clean cloth out of cold water, spread over top of pan, replace lid and let stand for a few minutes. Food will not taste scorched and the pan is easier to clean.

APPLESAUCE SALAD
1 can (2 cups) unsweetened apple sauce
1 pkg. orange or lemon gelatin
3 tbs. cinnamon drops (the red ones)
1 cup not water
cup chopped celery
cup chopped nuts
Melt the cinnamon drops in the boiling water, then pour over the gelatin. Stir until dissolved. Add the apple sauce, let cool until almost thick. Fold in celery and nuts and pour into individual molds. Let stand in refrigerator until firm. Unmold on salad greenery and serve with a peppy lemon mayonnaise.