A cream what?

Doggone it. We all remember the Fountain of Youth with its fried rolls, 15 cent hamburgers, nickel cokes and penny candy that friendly proprietor Connie Hanson patiently dished out. But for the life of me, what was the name of that cream-filled pastry favored by many over the noon hour. It wasn't called a cream puff. Paul Strandberg lived on them, regularly converting his $1.25 lunch money for that purpose. But he could never finish one without getting whipped cream in his nose. The only thing provided to wipe with was a square of waxed paper which also was covered with creamy ooze. Please scratch my itch at Trailboss@swpub.com

Thanks, Stan

Note from Jim Clifford:

That would be a Cream Horn.

Note from Paul Strandberg:

Sometimes I varied my lunch to have a fried roll and a chocolate coke at the Fountain.