The pancake should be a member Nations—if there were an effective good standing of the League, of League, But never mind, this is Food, not Politics, At any rate, it's a pancake in England, à waffle in the United States (in 1 modified form, remember filling each crisp cubicle with syrup 2), a pliny in Russia and—aristocrat of them ll—a crepe Suzette in France, A Berlin" pancake is a doughnut, according to Messrs, Funk and Wagnall, who should know,
Tuesday, if the recover Note: Were having, pancakes on from the shock of a Washington Birthday dinner table festive with toy hatchets, cherry trees and American eagles, You ALMOST heard them scream engineer who were forced to dispose of him when a heavy rain flooded the third-floor verandah and washed poor Peter down the drainpipe. Though Peter emerged without a quack—we mean—without a scratch, he became a Problem Child, Peter's Adventures Under military escort, our Peter then joined up—the British Army—with six other ducks who were the pets of a high British Garrison officer's daughter. Although of lowly beginnings—newspaper origin—Peter rose to the rank of sergeant in the Duck Corps. This means—of course—that the other ducks didn't care twopence about him but jolly well had to do what he told em!
Then British service families were evacuated. What about Peter? Doubt lurked about his sex but a kindly G.S.O. 2 gave him the benefit when women and children sailed for Australia, Peter remained.
Alas and alack! The British Gar-risen was withdrawn and poor Peter was lof? alone in a wide, wicked world—larger, fatter and white-feathered instead of a juvenile yellow; his alto voice gone, a determined and resonant "Quack"—due to Army training—replacing his childish squeaks.
And Nemesis—in the shape of roast duck and green peas—hovered around the corner. Poor Peter, deserted by his Empire!
But here's the climax of his career: his two godmothers have discovered Peter safe and sound, swimming in his own little pond with the rest of the gang, in a friendly Hungjao garden.
All-American It wasn't on Washington's Birthday—to be sure—but it was all-American.
We refer to Friday evening's cocktail party given by a group of U. S. Marine officers at the Medhurst apartment of Captain J, P. MaCaffery, Guest:
included Miss Lyda Mae is. Pegs gers, Miss Fern Cavender and other:
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