Mrs. MaryBlake O have buns or biscuits with that much desired smooth golden-brown crust, brush them over with a pastry brush dipped in Carnation Milk before putting them in the oven. You will also find that if you brush the cover of your pies with Carnation Milk they will brown more evenly and be more flaky. Friends frequently ask me how I get fried meat gravies so free from lumps and of so rich a flavor. To make good gravy I find I need plenty of fried meat fat. Into this while boiling hot, I dissolve a liberal amount of flour, rubbing it until a smooth paste is formed. While this is browning I pour a cup of Carnation milk into a bowl or pan and add to it an equal amount of boiling water, pouring the heated milk into the pan of flour paste. This boils up immediately and the gravy is of a much richer flavor than when ordinary milk is used. There are many suggestions in my Home Cooking Lessons which you may find helpful. If you will send your name and address I will send you this course and a cook book of 100 tested recipes free. Address me care of the Carnation Milk Products Co., 1260 Stuart Bldg.,Seattle OUTFITTING CO. HOUSE OF LIBERAL CREDIT 19 E.Broadway THE apparel dear to your heart awaits your selection here and it is NOT necessary to pay cash for it. We gladly extend to you our cheerful CREDIT in a manner that Alterations Free 21 West South Temple PLEASE MENTION YOUNG WOMAN'S JOURNAL WHEN WRITING TO ADVERTISERS Spring By Harold Goff Glint of the sunshine after the shower, Splendor and fragrance of orchards ablaze; Singing of full-throated birds in the bower, Merrily trilling their glad roundelays: So to our hearts comes the thrill of spring's glory, Joy-songs and rapture, Love's golden story, "The next instant found Burbidge straddling the Murphey fence, face to face with Mary." (See "Lost and Found," page 265.) YOUNG WOMAN'S JOURNAL Organ of the Young Ladies' Mutual Improvement Associations. XXXIII MAY, 1922 No. 5 Browsings in Dixie Back Yards By Frank R. Arnold wouldn't notice you any more than if you were a heap of dust." That is Red's opinion of Southern Utah's open heartedness. He comes from Missouri, drives the mail truck and is called Red for the astounding reason that he has red hair. He confided his opinion to me while we were helping push the truck up a muddy hill on the Dixie trail. For the true Utahn Washington Now if you were in Chicago they County is more alluring than the national capitol and Santa Clara than California. It is a part of his heritage, his own back yard so to speak, and much more readily within his grasp than either the El Dorado State or the city by the Potomac. His appetite for Southern Utah is constantly being whetted by phrases or fruits that make him long to see the land that produced them. He eats LaVerkin pomegranates, smacks his lips over the clean healthy taste, and wonders if the Utah Granada at all resembles the Spanish. He hears a Pleasant Grove school teacher remark that her mother was "raised on drying shed" in Toquerville and immediately he surmises that the people of Toquerville are up in the world as well as thrifty. He is told of dances "for eligibles only" in St. George and he wonders if the mere tourist can ever get close to the heart of Dixie. He can. You can. That is if you have a recommend or a winning journalistic way with you. Crede experto as the Roman phrase puts it so concisely. A southern Utahn would say more diffusely but with equal emphasis, "Believe me, because I've been there." a "The best thing about this country is its hospitality. They'll speak to any one. Even the rankest stranger. Next morning when I walked into Toquerville I found Red knew what he was talking about. I had left the truck at Echo Farm and taken to my feet. It was a beautiful day in late December. Ash Creek was boiling over with recent rains. All around were live oak, ooze weed, candelabra cactus, squaw bush, and sweet balsam, that makes a tea so good for colds. It was a lovely drop down a long hill into the town. The sun was as warm as April and the air as soft as on the south coast of England. Dixie scores over California in having no chill in the air. No chill in the heart either as I found when I stopped to talk with Mrs. Vilate Naegle who was sweeping her front walk. "You interested in old furniture and pomegranate? And you've never even seen a pomegranate bush? They are common enough around here. Every one sticks in a bush, but it's noth |