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JULY 80, 1892.

 

 

 

THE HOUSEHOLD-"Supplement.

 

 

JULY.

 

How fast the days and summers ﬂy

Bringing the rich month of July
When farmers work their best.

Balmy breezes blowing sweet

Over the waving golden wheat,
With little time to rest.

Robin says his merriest tune
Over the clover ﬁelds in bloom
At four each summer morn,
Wakes us to work when days are warm,
To reap the wheat and ﬁll the barn,
And cultivate the corn.

Some in their camps may rest so free.
And some splash in the summer sea,
And rest each weary head.
While farmers work with might and speed
There's sixty millions here to feed
With fruit and daily bread.
YPSILANTI. WM. LAM 'c‘lE.

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FROM THE GOLDEN STATE

Finding so much of summer’s beauty
and charm in midwinter here, the
visitor is less interested in those enter-
tainments we usually seek during the
bleak. barren months of our northern
winter. Yet there is occasionally
something of special interest to a
stranger, and when every one at the
hotel said I should not miss seeing the
Chinese celebration of their New
Year’s day, Jan. 29. I felt it incumbent
upon me to visit Chinatown on that
occasion. Rather anovel, sharp wel-
come we received, too. The pig-tailed
indiv1duals love a boom. We got an
extra Fourth of July over there.

There are about two thousand Chinese
here. Their quarters are in no way
attractive: 10w buildings, close. and
dirty looking. All colors in lanterns,
papers and cheap decorations were:
ﬂying. Their joss house was open and
some of the altar decorations were
rich and elegant, though these re-
ligious offerings and emblems are in-
explicable to us. The chief factor in
the celebration seemed to be ﬁre-
crackers, which were the sharpest ever
burst. Wherever we went they dew.
and the trail of their ashes was over us
all. Shops were open, though nothing
was of much interest in them. The
numerous Japanese stores distributed
among our own- business blocks carry
a variety of curious and beautiful
articles. In Chinatown everything
seemed insigniﬁcant. Pails of tea with
cups to drink out of sat crowd on the
counters, free to all. There were some

very good looking young men. many
old. wizened~faced, evil-eyed ones,
seeming scarcely human. There are
narrow dark halls all over, irom which
fantastically dressed Celestiais emerged
in every direction. The little boys are
cute with flowing garments and bright
colors braided in their hair. Their
women are sometimes to be seen. but
the life 01' most Chinese women in
America is degraded to the most
bestialslavery3 and they are securely
guarded. i: being almost impossible
for one to escape from the dens where
they are conﬁned. There is abouse
of refuge at San Francisco for these
poor creatures. and occasionally one is
rescued from the horrible life. she is
forced tclivc by these men who believe
woman has no soul. They are so gross
and ignorant they not infrequently
try to purchase an American girl. One
of them buying fruit ataranche. at-
tracted by the bright young daughter
of a wealthy gentleman there. oiiered
two hundred dollars for the girl, seizing
her arm as she passed near him. He
received a lesson he will not soon for—
get.

As we walked along. our attention
was called to a closed, curtained house
where we were told the Cclestials were
practicing for the evening concert. A
regular Thomas orchestra! Such cat-
like. ear-splitting, bawling notes never
passed for other than feline entertain-
ment. I had supposed. Their theatres
l have not had the courage to attend.
They select some famous character
among their people and play for six
months sometimes on that. delineating
his life in all its details. The. play-
goer pays seventy~five cents for the
ﬁrst. two hours, after that. as the even-
ing advances, the price diminishes, till
after midnight we can enter for a trifle:
the play closes about two o’clock.

These peculiar people have one cus-
tom at New Year’s which is very com-
mendable. Al- accounts are settled
among them. and they begin the open-

 

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ing year with a clean page. Each is
obliged to pay his debt, if possible: any-
thing he possesses must be sold to
cancel obligations. If it is impossible
for him to meet a debt, the books are
destroyed, and in any case the year be-
gins anew to him.

The Chinese are not only the laundry
men of this country, but its vegetable

huckster‘. In fact they work in every
capacity as servants, as cooks and on
the ranches, and they work hard. They
make large profits from raising wage.
tables, renting land near the city at

twenty—ﬁve or thirty dollars per acre

for the year. They net I am told one.
hundred dollars or more per acre
from cabbage sold to shippers at
seventeen cents per hundred, and
caulill were at thirty cents per dozen.
Beside, they raise three crops of vegets
ables during the year. There are no
harder workers, and they are not
spoiled by our public school systeml
(lo the train one day, I heard a man
saying he had always looked upon our
system of public education as a nuisance
and detriment to the country. The
children were educated and the result
was they didn’t want to till the soil.
They must go to town and would earn.
their living by sharp practices rather
than industry. The Chinaman suc-
ceeds both by sharp practice and in-
dustry. They are pleasant and oblig-
ing, and curious as Yanke; 5. One day
I was reading on the veranda when our
vegetable John came along. They all
greet every one around the house by a
hearty “Hello!” At “Pat 1 was in-
clined to return such familiarity with
some chilliness. but 500‘ l accepted it as
part of the informal, free and easy
manners of the “wild and wooly west ”
in general. After his usual. greeting,
John had to stop to ask me what I had.
l told him a book; I was reading it.
Then he wanted to know what it was
about. As it happened to treat 0f the
Psychic Life of Micro-Organisms, I
could not make the subject very clear
to my simple questioner. it happened
one morning another pedrller got the
start of John—they have their round
of customers when he came along and
found it out he scolded and chattered
and cacklcd in great rage. His out-
break sounded likc nothingr in human
articulation I ever heard.

 

If vegetable and strawberries grow
here every month in the year as they
say, one does not ﬁnd them even at the
best hotels. Not till March did we see
much but cabbage and cauliﬂower;
peas and asparagus come in April quite
plentifully, and strawberries at twenty"
ﬁve cents per box.‘ By the last of April

 

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price. They grow stronger here and
seem to me less delicate in ﬂavor.
There are strawberries from the
mountains and the plains, Some of
them are good, others I’ve eaten were
simply pulp, needing strawberry ex-
tract to ﬂavor them, as only their ap-
pearance would indicate that they were
strawberries.

I have been interested in learning
something abOut the Chinese physi-
cians here. There are a number, and
several of them have ﬁne ofﬁces and do
a good business. These I have visited
and talked with. A professional friend,
an M. D. and ﬁne specialist in diseases
of the eye and ear located here, has a
number of Chinese patients. He per-
formed a difﬁcult operation on one of
them with great success, and he has
brought many of his fellows for treat-
ment and is a staunch friend of the
doctor. It has astonished the natives.
for the Chinese have not been known
before to consult “ Melican man.” The
doctor tells me they are among his
best patients, always so. appreciative,
prompt in payment and honorable.
They often bring him presents of in-
terest and value to express their good
will and kindness towards him. When
he asks them why they don’t consult
their own physicians they say, “no
good,” yet these wise men of Canton
who advertise and have their pictures
in our papers draw considerable cus-
tom from Americans.

Wandering along Broadway one day,

I passed the oﬁice of Dr. Kwang, the
celebrated Chinese physician and sur-
geon, graduate of Canton Medical In-
stitute, having had twenty years
practice with great success, is favor-
ably known all over the Paciﬁc coast
for his wonderful cures. I ventured in.
He claims that he can locate all dis-
eases by the throbbing pulse, no
questions asked. Indeed, all Chinese
physicians do this I believe. Dr. Kwang
has a neat, plain oﬁice. Several ladies
were sitting on the lawn, patients they
told me, and they extolled the doctor’s
skill and his “ roots and herbs.” In the
cousultation room the patient lays each
hand alternately on an embroidered
cushion while the doctor solemnly feels
the pulse. He was far above the average
of his race, having a broad forehead,
veiy pleasant countenance and clean
teeth. He was bundled up in an out-
landish gown of quilted blue China
silk. He told me he helped all who
took his treatment. He showed me his
stock of medicines, all vegetable reme-
dies imported from China at large ex-
pense. They were in glass jars and
looked very neat and clean and well
arranged.

Dr. Wong, on whom I called with a
lady friend here, has an elegant ofﬁce,
in fact a sanitarium, accommodating
patients in the house. His wife sat on
the veranda. There are all the con-

veniences and adornments American
homes have, a piano for guests among

  

them. Dr. Wong received us in his
pretty ofﬁce. He is a stout man, and
wore a small black cap with a red knob
on top, which is permitted to be worn
by only those Chinese who have paid
all their debts and owe no man any-
thing. Large stacks of bills written
in Chinese were hung around a revolv-.
ing rack for the purpose. The doctor
placed his taper, diamond ringed
ﬁngers on our two pulses and said'he
could cure us! We have not gone
again. Maybe he can help the afﬂicted,
but he charges two dollars a visit and
requires three visits each week. It is a
convenient system of medicine. only
medicine is required. I asked if that
was sufﬁcient in all diseases. He said
it was almost always enough. I ven-
tured to ask if men in China could
treat women or studied their diseases.
He said yes, or something I took for an
afﬁrmative, but looked at us in a
curious way, so I did not press the sub-
ject, and they speak so little English
it is doubtful if he understood me. In
his system of medicine there are over
four hundred diseases, of which he
cures three hundred and eighty-seven,
that is, he says so. There are also over
3,000 kinds of medicine he imports from
China and which have been in use these

ﬁve or six thousand years.

HATI‘IE L. HALL.
Los AxusLEs. Cal.

 

KEEPING BOARDERS.

 

Isuppose N. A. B. meant to be with-
eringly sarcastic in her article, “City
Board for Country People,” in last
week’s HOUSEHOLD, and could ﬁnd no
better method of expression than to
simply turn about my phraseology,
which doesn’t seem to have pleased her,
and make it apply to country people
who wish to visit the city. I will men-
tion, by way of information, that if N.
A. B. wishes board in the city she has
only to consult the “liners” in our
leading daily papers to ﬁnd dozens of
boarding-houses of any class desired,
where she can stay one week or six,
go in and out about her business with-
out any one’s making theirs, or asking
who her grandfather was. Nor will
she be obliged to breakfast when her
landlady does, but will ﬁnd the table
spread from six to eight o’clock. I
do’not hesitate to express my opinion
that this getting up at four o'clock and
keeping at work all day is the ﬁrst
cause of overworked, tired Out and dis-
couraged women on the farm. If one
must rise at four o’clock, at least re-
store to Nature the time for rest stolen
from her and take a nap after dinner.
It is not “lazy” to do so; but simply a
prudent care for the mental and
physical health. Even the nap is not
an equivalent for the restful slumber of
the early morning hours, but it is bet-
ter than nothing. The city woman
who breakfasts at half past seven or

 

eight o’clock doesn’t need an afternoon

siesta, she’s up for all day, but the
farmer’s wife most emphatically re-
quires it.

I have received a good many letters
from people who are willing to ﬁll that
“long felt want” and open their homes

reasonable city peeple who will not get
up at four and go to bed before it is
dark under the table.

As for the proﬁts in the business, it
is a fact that many make money keeps
ing boarders, not great sums, but a
living and a little over for a stormy
day. One woman, whom I know, was
left a widow with one child and a
couple of thousand dollars from her
husband’s life insurance. She put the
money in the bank, rented a house and
took boarders. When her daughter
graduated, the mother had saved
enough to buy a lot and build a house in
which they now live, the money in the
bank is untouched and the daughter’s
salary as teacher is helping pay up
the indebtedness upon the home yet re-
maining. And I know another who
with better prospects made a dismal
failure, lost all she herself had, and her
son-in~law had to help her out by pay-
ing six months’ rent for her. I guess
there‘s something in business capacity
and management, after ‘all. Now if
anybody can make money keeping
boarders, it ought to be the farmer.
Just see how many expenses the towns-
man has which the farmer doesn’t
know anything about! There’s the one
item of rent alone, which means any-
where from $150 to $300 or more an-
nually. And fuel, $6 per ton for coal,
while the farmer gets his wood from
the wood-lot at the cost of preparation.
I happen to have statistics at hand rela-
tive to the average expenses of a family
of ﬁve persons, in moderate circum-
stances,the man earning from $500 to
$600 per year. It is surprising to see
how much he has to buy that the farmer
gets from his own land. Here are a
few items: The city man pays $15.02
for milk and $29.04 for butter; $8.28 for
eggs, $5.27 for lard; $18.88 for meat—
pork, mutton and poultry, and not in-
cluding beef, which costs him $40.95
—$11.92 for potatoes and $12.55 for other
vegetables; and $8 80 for fruit, and
$28.62 for flour and meal. Here is a
total of $235.08 for things the farm pro-
duces, and which, when thus obtained
without money outlay, are used much
more freely than when bought at third
or fourth hands and consequently ad-
vanced prices in town. The articles
which the average family uses, which
do not come from the farm, are tea,
coffee, sugar, molasses and spices,
which amount to less than $340—$385?
to be exact.

As for the work, I do not advise any
already overburdened woman to take
the extra labor of summer boarders.
But I have discovered, in the course of

 

a long and somewhat varied experience,
that all the hard-working, overtaxed

 

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You

women are not found on farms.
will ﬁnd just as many industrious,
economical, self—sacriﬁcing women in
the city as you will in the country,
even if it is a popular delusion that
every city woman keeps “a girl.”
BEATRIX.

 

IF WE HAD THE TIME.

 

“ if I had the time to ﬁnd a place
And sit me down full face to face
With my better self that stands no show
In my daily life that rushes so;
It might be then I would see my soul
Was stumbling still toward a shining goal:
I might be nerved by the thought sublime--
If I had the time!

“ If I had the time to let my_heart
Speak out and take in my life a part. ‘
To look about and to stretch a hand
To comrade quartered in no-luck land;
Ah. God! if I might but just sit still _
And hear the note of. the whip-poor-mll.
1 think that my wish with God‘s would
rhyme—
If I had the time.

“ If I had the time to learn from you

How much for comfort my word could do;
And I told you then of my sudden. Will
To kiss yo or feet when I did you 111—

If the tears aback of the bravado

Could force their way and let you know—
Sisters. the souls of us all would chime—

If we had the time! ”

Could some sister tell us how to
make our time more elastic, how to
do two days’ work in one. to crowd
two days’ study, two days’ recreation
and come out fresh enough for next
day’s double duty? It is what we are all
trying to accomplish, and humanity is
gaining impetus as the years go by
until they will not live out half their
days, because there is not time for
sleeping, eating or even breathing
properly. We sympathize with our
grandmothers who had to spin and
weave the cloth for the family wear and
household use, but with all that they
seem to have had more leisure than we.
But we remember that they visited a.
half dozen families, as many miles
apart, and there were no societies and
clubs and seldom even a religious
service and that made the difference.
We must take up all church and Sun-
day school work, then with the Mon-
dayClub and Chautauqua Circle, the
W. C. T. U. and the missionary so-
cieties, S. S. teachers’ meetings, choir
practice, the sociables and teas, with
ahundred ladies on our calling lists,
the days and evenings of every week
are over full.

“ 'The work will be easier next
week,‘ she said,” and so we keep hoping
and anticipating a season of rest some-
time, next week, next month, or next
year. but when the time comes we ﬁnd
that it brings its cares with it. In the
spring the housecleaning, the accumu-
lation of winter dust and the repairs
that always seem to properly belong to
spring time make extra work, and
when that is over there will be more
leisure; but warm weather brings fruit
and files and summer outings, that al-
ways mean extra work in the pre-
paration, then the fall housecleaning
is more than we anticipated, and winter
days are short and dark, and so the

not cook for so many men, care for
fruit and poultry and all that, in fact
if she could take life as easy as her
village sisters, she would not complain;
while the envied village and city ladies
think if they could control their time
they might accomplish something, and
neither understands or appreciates
the work of the other.

If we had the time to do the kindly
deeds that our hearts prompt us to do,
if we could assist and comfort the sick
friends or even help the members of
our own families, we could feel that
something had been accomplished.
There is so much that the children
need to learn from the heads ol families,
so much need of instructing servants if
we would have our work properly done,
for the help is hard to ﬁnd, in fact al-
most unknown, where the mistress
does not need to take the care, feel
obliged to plan the work for each day,
and arrange the bill of fare for every
meal, and then the sewing is always
the feather that breaks the camel’s
back.

"‘ All day she hurried to get through,
The same as lots of wimmin do:
Sometimes at night her husband said,
‘ Ma. ain’t you goin’ to come to bed? ’
And then she’d kinder give a hitch,
And pause half way between a stitch,
And sorter sigh, and say that she
Was ready as she'd ever be,

She reckoned.’

We may plan ever so well to hire it
all done. but there’s no one to hire. I
have now been willing and anxious to
get help for the plain sewing in the
house at one dollar aday and board.
but the offer goes begging and I can
only succeed in getting an overworked
seamstress for two or three days at a
time; one who has not had a day’s rest
or recreation for months.

We may all be over-hurried, but
when we visit the popular dressmakers
we believe that of all the hurried and
worried ones they have the hardest
time. I never realized it until last
season, when I returned from a two
months’ outing and went to the shop
for repairs, and the forewoman said:
“You’ve been away having such a
change, seeing beautiful sights, near-
ing instructive lectures, » and I’ve
worked just so hard every day, in these
hot rooms, planning and making new
dresses until my head is all in a whirl.
Every week I’ve thought the rush
would be over and the work lighter,
but there’s no change. I tell you its
the dressmakers who need to go to the
lakeside and have the change more
than any others,” and I could not dis—
pute it. There is work and work!
Back-aching, foot-wearing, soul-trying,
patience-exhausting; but of all these
the brain-racking, blinding, nerve-
straining labor of planning dresses of
which no two can be alike is more ex-
hausting than any other of which I
know, but so long as women want so
many suits of perfect ﬁt and ﬁnish
there seems no help for it. “There’s

 

few in every town draw all the best
custom and are overworked because
they do their work well, while by far
the great majority slight in every pos-
sible place, and are never proﬁcient be-
cause they do not try to be. This pay'
ing for work and doing it over your-
self is one of the most exasperating
things that interfere with our antici-
pated leisure.

Only two days‘ more andl shall be
en route for Bay View with the er
pectation of a more quiet home life
than usual there. The Assembly pro-
gramme gives promise of a good enter-
tainment for a steady three weeks, and
with the excursions by land and water
there will be no lack. I am eager to
go and it is quite likely that the
HOUSEHOLD will hear from

amino. EL. SE E.

 

GARDEN TOPICS.

 

A correspondent wishes to know the
cause of her dahlia stalks dying. She
says "They are growing nicely, but in
two days will have drooped over and
die down, brown and dead.” Examine
the ground under the plants and you
will ﬁnd a coarse white powder. Take
a sharp knife and insert in the affected
stalk, which will be hollow, and open
the stalk until you ﬁnd a brown and
white striped worm that has taken his
meals from the pith of the stalk. Now
you have found him, pull him out and
cut off his head or step on him. If
you ﬁnd only the result of his labors,
look for him in another fresh ﬁeld; you
will ﬁnd him near by. Not only
dahlias, but hollyhocks, delphiniums
and other herbaceous plants with
ﬁbrous stalks he takes as his lawful
right, and in many gardens has had it
all his own way, as he works out of
sight and undisturbed.

The new star phlox is beautiful—a
novelty sure to be popular.

A clump of perennial sunflowers is
satisfactory in every way: color is yel-
low and peculiar in shade.

When the green worms begin prey-
ing on your sweet mignonette sprinkle
with insect powder; the little ﬂies on
sweet alyssum dislike a dust of Scotch

snuff. MRS. M. A. FULLER.
FENTON.

 

HERE is a magniﬁcent compliment
for the west. The editor of the domestic
department of the N. E. Farmer has
recently been traveling through the
west, visiting the principal cities and
sights. At Denver, she dined at the
Women’s Exchange, of which she says:
“This Exchange is probably the most
successful of its kind in the country; its
spacious dining room, ﬁlled with the
best class of people. is supplied entirely
with home cooking; and when we talk
about New England cooks let me advise
everybody to go to Denver for cooking
lessons before we boast of a single dish,
not even excepting baked beans.”
'When a Boston woman confesses that a
western city can equal the Hub in its

 

 

year ﬂies past.
The farmer’s wife thinks if she did

always room at the top,” applies to
dressmakers as well as elsewhere, for a

    

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“ BOB WHITE "—THE AMERICAN
QUAIL.

 

As soon as the day begins to break,
also when the sun is sinking low in the
distant west, what voice is that we
hear, in the meadow, then in the hay?
Why, that’s “Bob White.” While
piping for rain he is at his ease in the
genial sunshine. Our Robert has only
two notes, but they are so full of free-
dam and joy that many birds might
envy him his call; occasionally he re-
peats the ﬁrst note. “ Ye olden time”
interpreted it as saying, “No more wet.”
He is as proud of his name as some men
of having achieved notoriety. Should
a man approach with a gun, de-
siring a “quail on toast,” the brave
bird takes warning and ﬂies away.
While he is calling for rain, 10! a dis-
tant rumbling, at this the husbandman
takes warning; while the wind and
waters are complaining to that rolling
thunder, he hurriedly seeks shelter,
but before he reaches the place of
safety he gets completely drenched,
still our brave bird cries, “ more wet?"
He is not the least bit conceited, though
sometimes I have thought he was as
you can hear his voice above all other
birds. as if he wished to make himself
conspicuous. He never perches on
trees, but always alights on the ground.

My husband holds a grudge against
poor “ Bob” as he awakes so early and
begins his call. as if he wished every
one to be up and doing. He parades
up and down in the meadow quite near
our bedroom window. as if gathering
strength for the day’s hallooing, and
incessantly keeping up those two notes,
with the occasional variation, or as the
small boy remarked, adouble header.
It is more sure to awaken us than the
alarm. I dare say, could Aaron get
near enough to him to put “salt on
his tail,” we might have a “quail 0n
toast” for breakfast.

The ﬁrst time I ever heard “Bob
White” was when I was quite small
and visiting in the country. It was
also the ﬁrst time I was ever away from
home. On being informed what it was
I was told that he giveth “More wet;”
it left a strange impression on me
which I have never forgotten. When
I came home, I said to mamma, “Did
God create abird to let the farmers
know when it was going to rain?” She
ﬁnally convinced me thatit was merely
a supposition.

For all our brave bird is so common
among us, and we seem to understand
him, we may be as deceived in him as
we are in our human friends. We
know very little of each other in this
journey of life, for we see things only
on the surface. and a face unruf’ﬂed is
no index to the disturbance that may
be within. The temptations and cares
are known only to those who have them
to bear. A man may be blest with
fortune and honor, and as we pass him,
we might envy him his happiness,

 

still within his heart there may be a
secret which is wearing and torturing
him almost beyond despair—he may
end his days in a convict’s cell.

The woman of fashion sometimes
casts sneering remarks at the poor
beggar child who is abandoned or re-
jected by some heartless parent, and
turned out into the world to meet dis-
couragements and fears: still this
woman may, before the rising of the
morrow’s sun. have the mask torn from
her face and sink from her position and
glory to shame and disgrace.

We know but very little of ourselves;
we are only frail creatures of the dust,
subject to temptations, heart aches and
struggles; we may have askeleton in
our closet which may sometimes be
brought to the light. So if we see a
ﬂaw in our neighbor we had better be
somewhat blind. Let us look to his
moral excellencies, which may be be-
hind all the imperfections. “It is
better to hunt for a star than to dwell

on the spots of the sun.”
MT. CLEMENS. LI I‘TLE N AN.

.___—..._~_

C HAT.

 

MAB wishes some one would write
something about furnishing our country
homes to make them more like those of
townspeOple. She professes a hearty
admiration for Huldah Perkins, and
would like to know Huldah’s “real
self.”

 

ARN‘S WIFE writes:

“I want to say a word about unap
preciated wives and then send my
bread recipe. I will say in the begin-
ning I do not think I am an unappre-
ciated Wife. Mv husband is very kind
and helpful around the house, and very
good to care for the children when he
has not work of his own to do: but I
think when a man works his own farm
and does all the chores, with no hired
help except when very necessary, he
has about as much to do as the wife. I
did not marry my husband for his
habits, though he is not a drunkard,
neither does he use tobacco in any way,
and I feel very proud to say it. In a
great many cases I think if wives would
not be so surly and cross their husbands
would feel more like helping them, and
if they did more to make home pleasant,
and less unnecessary work, there would
be fewer unappreciated wives. I was
pleased when I read “ A Moving Tale,”
and if that was truth that Poor Richard
said, we have been through more than
one ﬁre; but now we have a home of
our own and I think we have moved
enough, so we know how to appreciate
it. I like to see such independent
women as Sally Waters, but do not
think I should like such a life.”

 

RUBY, who writes from Brighton,
introduces herself, saying:

“I am a farmer’s daughter, and I
enjoy working out door very much
when the sun is not too hot. It is a
mystery to me how Sally Waters
manages to do all the work on her
sixty- acre farm, besides doing her own
mending and tending to her ﬂowers,
without hiring help, for we have only
a little over ﬁfty acres, and I know that
father and my two oldest brothers ﬁnd

 

   

 

enough to keep them very busy (and
they are not lazy either). But we have
a hopyard and dry-house, which re-
quire extra work, still you see there
are more hands to do it. I wish V. I.
M. would come again, and bring that
cocoanut cake recipe she promised; I
have been watching for it ever since it
was promised, but I have seen nothing
0 it.

 

PERDITA MAREE has a suggestion
for “ Shiftless.” She inquires:

“ Why does not Shiftless put her
children in dark ginghams for the morn-
ings, something they can wear a week;
then after their afternoon nap dress
them up in something neat, clean and
pretty—something they can wear more
than one afternoon. Teach them to
play in the parlor and on porches, so
they will keep nice and please mamma
and save her a backache. As for city
boarders, we do not like to be run over
by children whose parents do not have
any control over them. If they want
to do anything the dear darlings must
do it and you must not say a word. If I
were going to take boarders I would not
allow a child under ﬁfteen on the plan-
tation. There has been a good deal
said about table linen; [was spending
the day with an acquaintance not long
ago, and could not help noticing how
the table linen was hemmed; it was a
ﬁne fabric and would have been nice
if properly hemmed. The hems were
turned wide, and then put under the
machine, with the threads hanging at
each end; the napkins the same. The
hems should have been turned narrow
and seamed over and over; then it is
hard work to tell which is the right
side. I was told while there that they
used an oilcloth when alone. I thought
until then that nice table linen was the
pride of every woman’s heart.”

 

E. E. H., of Marquette, sends the fol:
lowing, which she recommends as a
tonic for the hair: Bay rum, one quart;
table salt, half a teacupful: castor oil,
one drachm; tincture of cantharides,
one drachm.

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Contributed Recxp es.

 

ORANGE CAKE.——One cup of sugar; one-
half cup of butter; one-half cup of sweet
milk; whites of two and yolk of one egg;
one and one-half cups of ﬂour; one heaping
teaspoonfnl of baking powder. Custard:
One cup of hot water; one-half cup of sugar;
one heaping tablespoonfnl of corn starch;
one orange. Grate the rind and squeeze

out the juice. MAB.
IONIA.

 

LEMON Pin—One cup of white sugar; one
cup of water; two-thirds cup of ﬁne bread
crumbs; one lemon grated; a piece of butter
the size of an egg: yolks of two eggs. Bake,
and then beat the whites of two eggs with
two tablespoonful s of pulverized sugar,
spread on the top of the pie when baked;
then return to the oven and brown slightly.

JACKSON. Mas. W. M. D.

 

STEAMED Parr PUDDING.—One cup of
sugar (not heaped); half cup sweet milk;
one egg: piece of butter size of half an egg;
one and a half cups of ﬂour: teaspoonful of
baking powder. Butter seven cups. and
put one tablespoonful of the batter in each;
steam half an hour. Fruit may be scatter-
ed over the top before steaming. Eat with
sweet or sour sauce, as preferred.

FENTON. Mns. M. A. FULLER.

 

 

 

