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DETROIT. APRIL: 18, 1.891.

 

 

THE HOUSEHOLD-"Supplement.

 

 

WHAT HE SAID.

“ the wife for me" said he, said be,
As he gave his mustache a curl,

With a look that he meant should be eloquent,
“ Is the good old-fashioned girl.

The girl who wakes when the morning breaks
As fresh as the dew is sweet, .

Who bread can make. or broil a steak
Fit for a man to eat.

“ She must be wise to economize—“
As he lighted a cigarette——
“Pretty and neat from head to feet.
With a horror of waste or debt.
For economy,” said he, said he.
“0f virtues the very pearl,
Was always found to well abound,
In the good oldfashioned girl. '

“Pure must she be.” said he, said he,
" As the snow, and all the while,

llnst be warm and true as the skies are blue,
With a soul that is free from suiie. '

And she must give me. said he," said he.
As he gave his cane a twirl,

“ The whole, not part, of her loving heart,
Like a good old fashioned girl.

“ And yet, and yet I should much regret,
If learning she lacked or wit;
If she could not unite quick thought and bright,
With speech that was fair and ﬁt.
For of course you see," said he. said he,"
“ It would put me to open scorn,
If any where she should lack the air
0f one of the manner born.

“Yes, this," said he. “ is the wife for me,
I’ve quite made up my mind; ‘

But when shall I see the face," said he,
“ 0f the girl that I fain would ﬁnd?

A glance he bent that he vainly meant
Should set her true heart awhirl.

As he asked again, “0 tell me when,
When will I ﬁnd this girl?"

WHAT SKI SAID.
II.

“ When will you ﬁnd this girl," said she,
“ This girl whom you call old fashioned,
This marvel of muscle and heart and head,
Practical, shy, impassioned?
I do not know. but I think you can.
If faithful and fond your trying,
About the time that I ﬁnd the man
For whom my soul is sighing.

“When I ﬁnd that wonder of manhood
Who can rise when the day is breaking

And saw and split and bring in the wood
For the good wife‘s daily baking.

Who can build the ﬁre, the ﬁeld can plow,
Can sow the grain and reap it:

Who having gold in his purse knows how
Wisely to keep and use it.

" Who can buy and sell and just as well
Paint pictures or write a sermon;

And then at night with the season’s belle,
With gay step lead the german.

Whose speech is brave and pure and sweet,
Swift conﬁdence compelling,

Whose true heart is a temple meet
For love’s supreme indwelling.

“ I think you will ﬁnd—so [should judge-
Your pattern of love and duty,

Your cook and laundress and household drudge,
Yet the lady of grace and beauty.

About the time—or my judgment errs-
When I ﬁnd—by his own confessing—

The man who can match each gift of hers,
With those of his own possessing.“

“ Ah," he said, “ what a fool I‘ve been!
She smiled in a sweet agreeing.

“ Phere‘s been a wonderful light let in
Somehow, on my mental being;

I‘ll cease my search for the girl," said be,
"And thanks for yourjust reminder."

“ I think ’tis the thing to do," said she.
“Until you are ﬁt to ﬁnd her."

—0arlotta Perry.

 

SPRING MILLINERY.

 

1 have' been looking at spring millinery;
not the “ ouside view " granted to anybody
who will look at the display in the shop
windows, but I have had revealed to me the
“charming creations" (I quote Madame
the Milllner) which are kept folded in
tissue paper in the seclusion of individual
bandboxes. For you must know there are
many grades of millinery. There’s the
bonnets and hats perched in the bazar
windows, and which a saucy little friend
characterizes as “cheap and horrid.”
There are those which are displayed upon
the tables within regular millinery stores,
which the great shopping public may see
and imitate at its will; there are others in
the semi~obscurlty which prevails behind
glass cases, a more precious consignment
shut from curious, copying geyes in
drawers, and brought out only for {rather
fastidious customers; and there are still
more elegantly exclusive goods, prisoned
in boxes, shown only to those known to
have money to pay for whatever they
fancy no matter what its price. The in-
genious girl with quick eyes and deft
ﬁngers is too numerous to have these un-
protected-by~pstent beauties displayed_for
her to copy in cheaper materials Vand
without Madame’s gilt-printed symbol in
the crown. One of our most“ high-toned ”
establishments never shows more tin its
' windows than an untrimmed hat or frame,
ﬂanking a huge artiﬁcial plant in a hand-
some jardem'ere.

Well, I’ve been having the grippe and I
don’t feel equal to describing what I saw,
partly on account of my enfeebled con-
dition and partly because who can de-
scribe the indescribable? Gay? They’re
gorgeous; beat the old lady’s “plain red
and yaller caliker” out of sight. A pro-

 

ﬁowers trim everything. Novel shades

fusion of gold and silver is worn, and

 

and tints of ribbons prevail. Bonnets are
small and ﬂat; one I saw reminded me of
an inverted saucer with strings attached,
and the ﬁnger thick gold cord which en-
circled the crown and the edge heightened
the similltude. All the trimmings are
massed in an upright arrangement at the
back; long ribbon loops stand rigidly erect,
and ﬂowers very much as they grow.
Many of the frames on which lace bonnets
are made are of gilded wires on which the
lace is shirred with a quite pretty effect.
Erect bows and coquilies of lace, and
ﬂowers, with an edge of gold lace, trim
them.

Hats, oﬂ the head, are shapeless night-
mares. They look as if an enraged in-
dividual had seized a form, trodden it un-
der foot two or three times, punched it,
poked it, bruised and banged it, turned
over it‘s basket full of trimmings and
pinned on all that stuck. One I saw had
a shirred lace foundation with folded
graduated loops of ribbon forming a
crown, some of the loops were at least
threeeighths of a yard long. Four of them
something longer than a quarter of a yard
stuck straight up at the back and were
clasped by a gilt snake with head and
rattles resting upon the recumbent loops.
I couldn’t tell the saleswoman it was
beautiful, so I compromised on “ remark-
able!” and felt I spoke truly.

Good friends, excuse me, I dare say the
grippe is the cause of my disgruntlement,
but the millinery of the spring of 1891 is
not at all to my taste. It is a nightmare
of ribbons and things; it makes the old
older and the pretty homely. I shall
dream away the season and conserve the
contents of my pocket-book by wearing
last season’s bonnet, in deﬁance of fashion
which changeth oftener than a woman’s
mind. Bsa'rnrx.

WHAT SHALL IT BE?

 

Yes, El See, dictionary studyis no doubt
an interesting as well as a proﬁtable pur-
suit, and I have experienced the same fas-
cination you speak of—the desire to read
“ on and on ” scarce knowing where to
stop. The Bible also possesses the same
charm, especially some parts of the Old
Testament, which if taken even as many
would have us believe, simply as history,
is a wonderful book. .

How much more learned we might be-
come had we more time at our disposal to
devote to books! .

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day ' world who has “ aspirations,” and
there is not time enough to “ go around”
for everything she has to do, and would
like to do. After the “ must~dos” are at-
tended to there is so little time left for the
“would-like-to-dos” that something must
be left out. There are the papers—one
must read them tokeep up with the times,
then come the magazines and periodicals,
(one of which should be devoted to woman
and her interests) she wants to read them,
or as many of them as she can, to see what
this or that literary light has written.

The books too claim her attention; new
ones of which the reviews speak highly, or

the latest work of some popular author.-

Then there are old friends upon our book-
shelves whose faces she dearly loves to
scan over and over again. For my part
I enjoy these old books fully as much as
the new ones, and can sit down with David
Copperﬁeld in my hand and renew my
acquaintance with Peggotty, Ham and
Little Em’ly with as much pleasure as of
old; laughing at Miss Betsey Trotwood,
sympathizing with Traddles, and crying
at the death of Dora (still I was glad that
David could marry Agnes at last—sweet
Agnes whose life was so beautiful).

But to begin whereI left off. In ad-
dition to these demands upon her time she
wants to study some pet “ ology ” perhaps,
then there isancient history, in which every
thinking woman should be interested,
for nothing is more humiliating than to be
obliged to confess ignorance in regard to
noted persons and events of past ages.

If she is musical our woman of today
does not like to neglect her instrument en-
tirely, and so forget all she ever knew in
that line; and she must certainly keep up
with the children at school lest they get
ahead of her and call forhelp in their “ ex-
amples” which she can not give, thus
giving the impression that “ mamma does
not know so very much after all, if she is
ever so much older.”

Nowadays nearly every woman belongs
to a reading circle, literary club, or some
kindred association; helps get up the
“ socials” to raise the minister’s salary;
teaches a class in Sunday school, (which if
one be conscientious takes no small
amount of time) and mercy knows what
all. The only wonder is that she remains
sane.

One thing is evident, something must
go. What shall it be? This question
every woman must decide for herself; re-
membering always that the duty lying
nearest shall claim our ﬁrst attention. It
is by no means right for a woman to
neglect her home duties for either public
work or literary pursuits, congenial though
they be. If one has no such duties, either
from misfortune or from choice, than one
is at liberty to devote her whole time to
such work as she chooses. But if she has
taken upon herself that labor of love, the
making of a home where husband and
children look to her for inspiration, then
that labor comes ﬁrst. That loving care
and devotion which only a wife and
mother can give, and which is theirs by
right, should not be withheld and no true
woman will do it. Most women can so

 

 

arrange their home duties that a portion of
their time may be devoted to other things,
and this is certainly to be commended, as
the woman who spends her whole time at-
tending to household cares is quite apt to
settle down to be that much-to-be-deplored
object, a household drudge, a mere ma-
chine. . . '

But whatever it may be that it is neces-
sary to leave undone, let it not be partici-
pation and enjoyment in the amusements
and companionship of our children. Never
let them feel that mamma belongs to a
different sphere than theirs. In every
possible way make them to feel that their
best interests and yours are identical. God
pity the mother whose children as they ad-
vance toward man and womanhood begin
to drift away from her.

To sum it all up: It seems to me that a
house mother should attend ﬁrst to her own
household, then may come outside obliga-
tions and enjoyments such as she may ﬁnd
most cenvenlent and proﬁtable.

FLINT. ELLA R. WOOD.

 

WOMAN.

 

These ﬁne April showers that refresh
the earth and call into activity dormant
vegetable life, seem also to refresh and
awaken mental powers, and the result—in
my case—is, I’m prompted to write again
to the HOUSEHOLD. And having decided
to write I cast about for a subject, and
realizing that a good beginning is of great
importance, I decide to take the best to be
found, a subject which, usually of a com-
posite nature, contains qualities and at-
tributes, good, bad and indiﬂerent—but
the good qualities I'm sure far outnumber
all others. ‘

The position assigned to woman, in any
age, is indicative of the state of the civili-
zation of that age, and the nation which
bestows highest and sincerest respect and
regard on woman, is the nation that leads
and takes an advanced position in all de-
sirable attributes; and because of woman’s
comparative weakness and dependence is
man ennobled by sharing with her the
beneﬁts arising from his superior strength
and independence.

He who said “ It is not good for man to
be alone” saw, by omniscience, that man
needed, in order to highest development
and perfection of character, the purifying,
elevating and ennobling inﬂuences which
it is woman’s province to exert, and here
may every true woman ﬁnd her “ sphere,”
and entering upon its duties and privileges
ﬁnd opportunity for the exercise of her
rarest gifts and powers.

I have attempted to outline, somewhat,
one side of the picture, the side which
artists paint and of which poets sing, but
the “other side” must not be forgotten,
the very practical side of plain every day
life—the days of soap-making, house-
cleaning, hog-killing, henhouse renovating
and similar unpoetic labors, which would
seem to almost dispossess man of “noble
attributes” and array him in what cast-off
clothing the rag man has refused to take,
while woman, lovely woman, ceases for
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world, arrays herself in appropriate ap-
parel, announces that ”house-cleaning
time has come,” and goes on the war path,
determined on. the scalp of every bedbug
and the utter annihilation of every particle
of dust and dirt that has presumptuously
invaded the home.

And now, if some Pasteur or Koch will
discover a lymph that will neutralize the
virus of the annual, pestiferous, plaguey
house-cleaning mania, he will lessen
greatly the burdens and sorrows of man-
kind.

I’ve just read Mrs. H. R. Dewey’s article
in the HOUSEHOLD! My! but doesn’t she
give it to us men folks? Why, I feel so
small I can hardly ﬁnd myself, but it’s
just what I’ve said all the while, that man-
kind would soon “ peter out ” if it wasn’t
for woman, and what if all of them should
decide to spread their wings and ﬂy away
from earth’s toils and trials! Oh I do so
hope they won’t do it.

THEOPHULUS.

 

A WOMAN’S SENTIMENTS.

 

I often think when I read something in
the HOUSEHOLD I will reply to it, but time
passes and my ideas fail to materialize on
paper; but Mrs. Dewey’s reply to Mr.
Charles Baker is too much for me to pass
by. I feel like clapping my hands and
shouting, “Them is my sentiments exact-
ly;” and by the way, Mrs. Dewey, if you
hear of that backbone you spoke of send
ms word, for I need it, too. I too believe
it is not a question of comparison but
equality. Man and woman should be cc-
workers in all things pertaining to the wel-
fare of mankind. I am not a woman suf-
fragist in the broadest sense of the term,
but I have never yet heard a sufﬁcient
reason why woman should not have that
right. I have no particular anxiety to

vote or hold oﬂice; to my mind it is much

easier to shirk work than to do it. And
when we vote we cannot criticise to our
hearts’ content, but I believe the wiser way
will be to prepare ourselves, for the time is
coming and we are not yet ready. I do
not believe that the millenium will dawn
when women cast their ﬁrst votes. It will
take time forall things. It has been urged. .
with truth that we do not understand the
great questions of the day, but how many
of the men do? I do not believe half of
them.

They tell us our place is at home, that
we have other duties and ought not to
meddle with what we know nothing about.
Well, so we have duties, and our political
knowledge is limited, but we can learn,
and we know right from wrong as well as
men ; we are neither “ fools or babies." As
for our duties, how many men shirk home
cares to hang about the comer grocery—
“grog-shop" rather--to argue with their
neighbors in the “ interest” of politics,
while the over-worked wives split their
own wood or pick it up where they can get
it, to do the washing that supports the
family? Would it take any longer for the

' wife of such a man to go to the polls and

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tellect we can compete with the opposite
gender anywhere where we have tried. I
know we have the insipid, simpering fe-
males who care for nothing but the latest
style"; their bangs, frizzes, bustles‘ and
frills are all there is of them. What will
become of them now fashion decrees a
plainer style I cannot conceive, for sim-
plicity is not in their line, except in their
brains. Then we have the indiﬁerent sort,
the lazy sort, the aggressive sort, who will
push ahead at whatever cost, and intrude
opinions at all times and places; and there
is the petty, jealous woman who thinks it
should be her or no one; but can we not
ﬁnd the same characteristics on the male side
of the house? Human nature is the same
in both sexes.

I believe there are many noble women who
have looked into this matter carefully and
are ready to, cast their vote intelligently, but
they are not in the majority yet. Many of
the wealthy leaders of fashion leave their
home cares entirely to servants, and I can-
not see why it would be a greater crime to
leave for a short time on election day than
for anything else. Ohi but you say she is
eligible to ofﬁce. So is that drunkard reel-
ing along the street; but he is not likely to
get it ; supposing she is elected, could not
she leave her home cares as well while at-
tending to her political duties as when
reigning queen of fashion? Or if among
the poorer classes, would it take her from
home more than to do Mrs. A’s sewing,
Mrs. B’s washing, Mrs. C's house-cleanin g,
or act as nurse for Mrs. D? I heard an old
gentleman say not long since that it would
disgrace a woman to appear at the polls.
He said he hoped he should not live to see
it, but that time is past. If the polls are
not ﬁt for women they are not ﬁt for men.
I believe when we vote there will be a place
suitable for us : if not we will make one.

I hardly think the world will be trans-
formed in a hurry; there will probably al-
ways he coarse. vulgar women and lewd
women, and there will be coarse, heartless
men, devoid of decency; but there will be
noble men and women, gentlemen and
ladies, reﬁned people whom the world will
delight to honor. If the opposite sex will
bring one valid reason why women should
be denied the right of suffrage except that
of sex, I will gladly listen. “ Taking care
of the baby” seems to be about the only
reason that can be urged; but my opinion is
that a woman with small children to look
after will not enter the political arena; there
are plenty of them without such encum-
brances. Every man is not supposed to
run for ofﬁce, nor will every woman.

BLUEBELLE.

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THE GLADIOLUS.

 

I have lately come in possession of some
gladiolus bulbs of avery rare species, and
as I know nothing of the nature of this
plant would be very glad to hear from one
who has grown them, in regard to
moisture and the soil needed. Any infor-

mation will be thankfully received.
Pm: Crank.

TRIXY.
[The gladiolus likes a soil that is light,
mellow and rich. Plant when all danger

 

fram frost is over, and the soil is warm.

About late corn planting is the right time.
Set the bulbs three or four inches deep,
with a little clear sand at the base, as it
tends to prevent rot. Avoid contact with
undecomposed tertilizars. When the
ﬂower stalks appmr a weekly dose of
weak liquid manure will assist in the de-
velopment of magniﬁcent bloom. Plant
in clumps of half a dozen bulbs, in a
group, as they thus make a ﬁner show
than where planted singly. The ﬂower
stalks will need support, and if set in
clumps, three stakes can be set to hold a
hoop of wire and strings passing back and
forth and fastened to the wire will hold
the stalks better than tying them singly to
stakes. If you have bulbs enough, make
several plantings ten days or two weeks
apart, to secure a succession of bloom.
Some ladies start a few bulbs in pots in the
house for early bloom and transplant to the
open air when they plant the ﬁrst bulbs
out doors. If this is carefully done, so that
growth is not checked, the bloom is ob.
tained earlier. The gladiolus is a beauti-
ful ﬂower and deserves all the care our
correspondent can give it.-—ED.]

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WASHING AND IRONING.
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For several» years I have been a reader of
the Housnnonn, and for some time have
wanted to write, but I have not ventured
before. But knowing that “ Nothing ven~
tured nothing gained,” I will stay just long
enough to tell my present method of wash-
ing and ironing. Most housekeepers are
conservative on these points and like their
own way best. I have followed many
washing and ironing recipes, but ﬁnd these
quickest, easiest and most satisfactory.

The ﬁrst requisites are good tubs, boiler
and the indispensable wringer. Many
think a washing machine is necessary, but
I have better luck without. First buy a
large box of ivorine. This will not cost
more than ﬁfteen cents and will do as many
washings. Into a common sized kettle of
soft water put one heaping tablespoontul
of the ivorine, heat this, not too hot, and
pour over your tub of soiled clothes. Let
soak over night. In the morning rub them
a little, and put directly into the boiler in
which you have put two spoonfuls of ivor-
ine. Let boil ten minutes. then put into a
tub of cold soft water, and from this into
a tub of cold hard water, in which is a
very little blulng.

Never put starch in rinsing water; it yel-
lows and rots linen. I think kerosene oil
makes clothes look old.

The trouble with most washing recipes
is that they are not explicit enough. I
think if housekeepers who read this will
try the above three times they will not go
back to their old way. _Monday is never a
blue day at our house.

Now about ironing: Let the clothes be
perfectly dry before taking them from the
line; then sprinkle them, not wringing wet,
but damp. Have a clean cloth on the
ironing-board, clean ﬁatirons, clean stove,
and above all, have on a clean apron. How
mortiﬁed I saw a lady a short time ago,
when she had ironed the bosom of a fine

 

 

shirt so it was “ as stiff as a board,” to see
the black streak across the shirt below the
bosom where her dirty apron had rubbed
it! '

In ironing, my specialty is table linen. I
learned of a lady in Detroit who is noted
for giving teas, dinners and luncheons for
her friends. She has all kinds of table
linen, the daintiest pink and white lunch
cloths, and the most delicate cream and
green dinner “ covers ” I ever saw, and this
is her rule:

In folding and sprinkling the linen, press
and roll as tight as possible. Table linen
does not need more sprinkling than other
articles; on the contrary, wet as little as
necessary to have them iron n'cely. Always
have very hot ﬂatirons, and iron all articles
of linen on both sides, and on both sides
again after folding, and you will have no
trouble in ironing dry. A table cloth will
keep clean as long again when ironed in
this way, Always fold lengthwsys, and
keep folded the same way, if you do not
keep your table set all the time. The
fringe on lunch and tray cloths, also nap-
kins, will look much better if combed out
with a common hair comb.

My bread is in the oven, and I fear I've
stayed too long already. I enjoy El See’s
letters very much. STERLING.

0—H
ABOUT SOCIALS.

 

N o, Evangeline; it does not pay! Would
any less sum than ﬁve dollars make good
the wear, tear and soil on carpets and fur-
niture, on walls and on the varnish, on
doors, baseboards and casings, the clean-
ing and putting things to rights, and the
physical suffering counted in? I think
all who have tried it will say it is no re-
compense at all. I do not think sociais
pay at all, as a rule. People who are
liberal will carry a dollar’s worth and
sometimes more than that; then there are
others who are better able ﬁnancially
whom it will hurt badly to carry twenty
ﬁve cents worth of bread and meat. And
for the provision which twenty persons of
these two kinds have donated, the com-
mittee think they have done pretty well if
$12 is realized. If people could be edu-
cated to put their hands into their pockets
and hand out their proportion for all
necessary expenses, how much weariness
of mind and body would be saved! It
costs so much to run every kind of society.
churches and all.

I wonder how things will go ﬁfty years
from now? At present every one thinks
there must be just so much style supported
in the churches as well as the homes, or
they will lose caste. I sometimes think
moral courage is one of the rarest virtues
of our age. I well know talking or writing
will not c aange the fact, that socials will
continue to be held; and that some will
continue to furnish all that is asked, and
others just as little as possible. If people
would give their ten cents to hear some
good music, a good recitation or two; and a
good paper it might do to have that kind
of a social; but no, it is the stomach that
must be pampered and fed instead of the
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aived that the way to the heart was
through the stomach. and this applies to
many women as well as to many men.

I will say that in this place the socials are
all? held in the church parlors; very seldom
at aprivate house unless for some small

I was going tosay Mr. Chas. Baker was
a- brave man to dare to read his paper be.
fore a farmers’ club and then send it to a
woman’s paper to be published. Was it
bravery or bravado? I laughed when I
read it; no doubt it was written for a
“take off," but there are men in existence
who no doubt think it was the “clear
stuff,” and are glad the women have
“caught it” for once. One of my friends
said to me the other day, “ I was mad at
that man.” I shall not take up the gaunt-
letin defense of women, for the most of
them are capable of hoeing their own row;
and those who are not would not be bene-
ﬁted by any one’s battling for them. But
when women are granted suﬁrage, then
lbok out, Mr. Baker, if your wife doesn’t
settle up with you on all old scores, she’ll be
to blame.

But in the HOUSEHOLD of the 4th inst,
I see Mrs. Dewey has “been and gone
and done it.” I am sure every woman
will be satisﬁed that the verdict is all in
her favor; but let us be merciful, don’t
let’s all step on Mr. B. too heavy. I think
now he must be fully convinced that

" children should not play with edged‘

tools.” I feel real sorry for the culprit,
but doubtless he has heard the old saying

“ Experience is the best school master.”.

ALBION. If. E. H.
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SCRAP BOOKS.

Six years ago I commenced keeping a
scrap book, and now though only half
ﬁlled it is, to me, the most valuable book I
have. I have fastened in it only the very
choicest things in literature that I could
obtain; things that I knew I would want
to re-read many times. And that scrap
book is also my own biography to any one
who reads it understandingly—j net as
signiﬁcant in the kind of things totally
omitted as in those inserted. How much
you can tell of any one’s character and his-
tory by what appeals to them in literature!
Ilborrowed a scrap book the other day and
was conscious while looking it over of a
lowering of respect for my pleasant neigh-
bor who lent it to me, as far as her literary
haste went, though I saw by it that her life
had always been what I should consider
a very happy one. I have an old scrap
book commenced by my daughter when
she was ten, and discarded in her eighteenth
year. It is interesting to note the gradual
growth of her mind from the ﬁrst childish
selections to the more mature ones.

Have any of the Honsnnonp babies got
who weaned this spring? Poor little tots!
DD defer it till they are two years old any
way. unless there are imperative reasons
athenwise. And let the process be as
Macias may be with having it " in the
right sign.” One thing is important: The
ﬁrst thing in the morning when the tea-
kettle boils, ﬁll a cup half full of new milk,
pour in enough boiling water to make it

' surgeon.

 

warm, add some sugar and give it to baby
without delay. The eagerness with which
he will look for it will show how grateful
it is to the little stomach. And don't be
afraid of sugar for baby. It is a principal
ingredient of their ﬁrst natural food, and
the fondness of children for it is to me an
indication that nature requires it for them.

I hope we have outgrown the idea that was
current in my childhood that anything
we particularly wanted was the very thing
that was bad for us. My own little lassie,
nearly four years old, is perfectly well,

and has had about as much sugar as she
wanted every day. Hardly any candy,
however. I think the strong ﬂavoring
extracts in candy the worst thing about it.
But pure sugar for children I have never

seen any harm in.

PIONEER. .HULD AH PERKINS.

W-——_-

A REVERIE.

 

The ﬁre bells changed and whistles blew
at 4 a. In. this morn, and everybody sprang
from their beds to ﬁnd a paint shop burn-
ing. The contents were insured and the
building was not valuable, and by faithful
work the ﬁre company prevented the
spreading of the ﬂames, so it was not a
serious loss and, to others, doubtless, it was
only an old building destroyed. But with
the rapidity of thought my mind went back
to a sultry day years ago, July 30, 1862. It
was a bustling cabinet factory then, and
on that day mv one brother was carried out
of that front door with his right hand cut
ﬁve times through, the ﬂowing blood mark-
ing their course to the home of the nearest
The hand was taken off, and so
well I remember my brave resolve to study
harder than ever to become a teacher to
help my handsome, maimed brother. The
boys, his chums, were ﬁred with patriotic
zeal and talking of enlisting and he had
planned to go the next week, if mother
would consent, (for he was only a lad) and
I often thought when they went and he
was left almost alone. that he cared more
to be an able-bodied soldier than for the
loss of that right hand for any other
reason. He lived to do the ﬁnest, closest
work in his line, his “ mode " sent to the
patent ofﬁ -e being entirely of his own
workmanship, but the seeming lack of
physical powers overtaxed the mental, and
his work for the Centennial caused a fatal
brain trouble. All this and much more
was my reverie over the morning's ﬁre.

Again the scene changes for me. even as
the changes of a pantomime, and this will
ﬁnd the solitary set in a family. The
promise to the dying . sister was not
lightly given and it must be fulﬁlled, so I
leave my pleasant window for a time, but
not without regret even though the home
that I enter is more desirable in many
ways. -

I have never furnished a recipe for the
Honsnnonn, perhaps with a feeling that
“cooking for one” would not warrant it,
but I am fond of this soft gingercake, be-
cause it is so sure and so good, and I want
others to try it. EL. SEE.

Ronno.

[The recipe was given in last week’s
Honsnnonn.—En.]

 

A CARPET STRIPE.

 

In answer to E. A. D.’s request, 1 will
describe a handsome rag carpet I have just
seen. It consisted of a hit or miss stripe of
about ﬁve inches in width. with ﬁve
threads black; six threads green; six
threads red; ﬁve threads black on each
side of it. The plain stripe—which was
really the handsomest part of the carpet——
consisted of dark brown, light brown,
copperas, light brown, dark brown again.
The stripe of each of these colors was
about an inch in width, making the plain
stripe about the width of the hit or miss.
The shades of brown were made by put
ting the dark calico rage in the dye ﬁrst,
afterwards the white ones.

BEHIND TIMES.

WI.—

CURE FOR CORNS.

 

I noticed E. A. D.'s request for aremedy
for coma in a recent HonsanOLn, and as I
have a good one will send it for her bene-
ﬁt, and for others who may need the
same: Nitric acid, 1 2 oz.; muriatic acid,
1-2 oz.; blue vitriol, 1-2 oz.; salts of tartar,
1-3 oz. Apply with the cork, never with
the ﬁngers. The top of the corn should
be peeled before using. I have used car-
bolic acid and cured one; apply a very
small quantity just on the hard part of
the corn. This I ﬁnd good.

Son-m LYON.
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HOUSEHOLD HINTS.

PHEBE.

 

TWENTY cents will buy a spool of ﬁne
double picturezwire which will hang every
picture in your house and, enable you to
get rid of the redjand green worsted cords
(perhaps with “ tossels”) which are such a 4
refuge for dust and moths. The pictures
will look better, so will the walls, and
there is no danger of a catastrophe from a
moth-eaten cord. If a nail hole has broken
out and you cannot make the nail hold, ﬁll
the hole with plaster of Paris wet with
water, and insert the nail, holding it in
place till the plaster hardens, which will
be in a very few minutes. But it is far
better to have a picture moulding put
round the room; it saves breaking the walls
and defacing the paper.

—.O.—-—-—
Contrlbuted Recipes.

 

Corsair Carma—Stir one cup molasses. one
cup sugar. one egg, butter sze of an egg
thoroughly together; then add one cup strong
coffee. in which has been dissolved one
heanirg teaspoonful soda. and nutmeg and
and cloves for seasoning. Use .ﬁour
enough to make batter and bake in moderate
oven. I sametimes use fruit and have fruit
cake. ' Arum.

LawBENon.

Manama Cans. —White part: Whites of four
eggs: one and a half cups sugar: half onptof
sweet milk: half cup butter; two teaspoonfuls
baking powder; two and a half cups of ﬂour.
Dark part: One cup brown sugar: half cup
molasses: half cup butter; half cup of sweet
milk: two and a half cups ﬂour: yolks of four
eggs; two teaspocnfuls baking powder:
cloves, cinnamon and auspice. of 'each half
teaspoonful. This is a splendid recipe.

Banner. Kant.

  

 

 

