[Illustration] ------------------------------------------------------------------------ “What?” spluttered Hun Bun, pushing back His sparkling candy crown; “Ho! fetch my dog! Ho! fetch my cane! I’ll catch a train to town!” And when his cane and dog were fetched He hopped aboard the train, And in a way I scarce can guess And even less explain Arrived at little Billy’s house. He found the boy at tea. “Hello!” cried Hun Bun, “Howdy-do!” And likewise, “Howdy-de!” Then Hun Bun’s dog began to bark, You’ve heard of him, perhaps? He’s full of ginger and of spice His name is Ginger Snaps. “Why, who are you?” gasped Billy Nearly falling in his plate. “I’m Hun Bun!” smiled the little chap, “The Cooky Potentate.” “Go on and eat your supper, boy, ’Twill make you strong and fat, And fit to hit a punching bag Or swing a baseball bat!” “Not hungry” sighed the little lad And scowled upon his meat, And frowned into his glass of milk, “There’s nothing fit to eat.” ------------------------------------------------------------------------ DOUGHNUTS These doughnuts are very wholesome and excellent for children. They do not contain any shortening and should be fried very carefully in fat at just the right temperature so that no grease will be absorbed. They can be served plain or sprinkled with powdered sugar after they have thoroughly drained and cooled. 2 eggs ¾ cup milk 2¾ cups flour 1 teaspoon salt 4 teaspoons Dr. Price’s Baking Powder 1 cup sugar ½ teaspoon nutmeg or cinnamon Save ⅓ cup of measured flour for board. Beat eggs until light; add milk, then add this liquid to the dry ingredients which have been sifted well together. Roll out ¼ inch thick on slightly floured board and fry in deep fat (365°-375°). Drain well on unglazed paper. Sprinkle with powdered sugar. Makes 30 doughnuts. _All measurements are level_ [Illustration] ------------------------------------------------------------------------ “Dear me” mused Hun Bun, while the pup Licked Billy on the ear, “A boy as thin as you could not Be President I fear.” And hopping on the table He began to walk around, He peered into each plate and dish, Then even Hun Bun frowned. And leaning on his pep’mint cane And looking really hurt, The bun boy King called dolefully, “Why, where is the dessert?” In rage he shook his candy cane, As will such angry kings; And roared, “It’s plain to see your fare Lacks most essential things. “No cakes, no cookies and no buns, No biscuits—not a tart! None of the things real fellows like, Why Bill, it breaks my heart!