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DETROIT, JAN. 28, 1898.

 

 

TI—IE HOUSEHOLD-s-Supplement.

 

 

MUTUAL BUFFER SHOE.

 

And if the husband or the wife
In home’s strong light discovers
Such slight defaults as failed to meet
The blinded eyes of lovars.-

Why need we care to ask? Who dreams
Without their thorns of roses?

Or wonders that the truest steel
The re sdiest spark discloses?

For stl'l in mutusl suﬁerance lies
The secret of true living,
Love scarce is low that never knows

The sweetness of forgiving.
- Whittier.

 

INSOMNIA.

 

A house of sleepers E I alone, noblest.
Am yet awake and enpty vigil keep. ‘.
Wnsn these who spsnl Life's day with me ﬁnd
rest.
0h. let me not be last to fall asleep ! ‘
—Edifh Thomas.
w-
“ Our whitest pearl we never ﬁnd ;
Our ripest fruit we never reach ;
The ﬂowering moments of the mind
Drop half their petals in our speech."

 

BEAUTIFUL OLD LADIES.

 

Sister Gracious, in her letter, “A
Pioneer’s Christmas Present.” speaks of
the “beautiful old lady” whose best re-
membered Christmas gift was a door.
Her words “beautiful old lady,” recalled
the ﬁrst time it dawned upon my youth-
ful mind that old age might be lovely
and attractive.

It was at a hotel in Ann Arbor,during
Commencement Week at the Universi-
ty. The city was full of strangers,come to
Witness the triumphs of the large class
about to receive the various degrees the
University confers. That was my er-
rand too; to hear the valedictory to be
given by one of my old-time schoolmates
who had “gone on, ” enjoying a privilege
then only just conferred upon women.
Two ladies,b0th certainly over sixty-ﬂ ve
years of age, with hair as white as the
ashes of happiness but with that trans-
parent delicacy of complexion which
some elderly women possess, were also
waiting in the hotel parlor. Both were
simply yet fashionably dressed in black
311k, with rich old lace at threat and
wrists;one wore a brooch of delicate pink
cameo, the other one of pearls and tur-
quoise; and both wore dainty bonnets of
lace—one having a cluster of small pink
blossoms, the other adorned with ﬂow-
ers that matched the blue of her tur-
quoise pin. And presently there enter-

ed four or ﬁve young men, University
boys, two of whom saluted one of the
old ladies, kissing her affectlonately,
and inquiring how she had rested, then
greeting her companion,and ﬁnally pre-
senting their companions. I noted
well the deference and devotion these
young men paid them, and the air of its
being a habitu 5.1 and accustomed thing
to both the young men and the ladies.
And ﬁnally “the boys” escorted their
grandmother and her friend from the
room and across the street, with a gal-
lantry I was not accustomed to see he-
stowed upon younger women, even
upon the belles of our rustic neighbor-
hood. ‘

You may wonder at my recollection
of so apparently trivial an event which
happened twenty-ﬁve years ago. But
do you know, it was the ﬁrst time it had
ever occurred to me that old age might
be beautiful; and that somewhere, in a
world I had not then kno wn,elderlv wo-
men wore handsome clothes and jewels,
were treated with respect and deference,
and jested and laughed with, as if they
were not old! They fascinated me; I
was guilty of the rudeness of staring at
them; Icould not help it; they were the
ﬁrst I had ever seen of a new type. And
I remember thinking: “I would not
mind being old if I could be like one of
them—that one with the pink in her
bonnet.” (I always did love pink.)

All the elderly women I knew wore
blacn bombazine for best with black silk

aprons as a ﬁnal touch of eleganCe, and
penitential bonnets that were night-
mares in millinery and quite indepen-
dent of such vain pom ps as the fashions.
They had hard hands and wrinkles,
were their hair combed smoothly down
and twisted in such a little round hard
knot at the back that it was one of my
youthful conundrums whether some of
them could shut their eyes when they
went to sleep.

Nobody paid much attention to them;
they were expected to keep out of the
way when the young peo alc had com-
pany. Their wishes were notconsulted;
they had enough to eat and weie warm
and comfortable; they had reached
the knitting-work period and it seemed
as if no one had any particular interest
in them or tiey in any one; unless in-
deed,in case of sickness, when from be‘
ing inoffensive they became obnoxious

 

by the dreadful doses they brewed.

 

Any one of them would as seen have
thought of starting on a trip round the
world as a visit to Ann Arbor, and I
question if some knew what“C.)mmence—v
ment” meant. When there was any «-
thing “going on” the old folks stayed
with the chlldren. In the terse phrase.
ology of the day, they were "not in it.”
They had “had their day," that they
could still enjoy pleasui-Ls in which
younger peOple took delight was seem-
ingly an idea not entertained; and I
think some dutiful grandchildren—~per»
haps some children—would rather they
lived than died principally on account
of the funeral expenses.

Is it remarkable, then, that it was a
revelation to the young girl to see a
young man kiss his grandmother, give
her his arm, carry her parasol,--as our
beaux did when we were “keeping com-
pany” (acting awfully sheepish at pay-
ing so much attention to anything that
wore skirts)? I sometimes remember
those dainty, low-voiced gentle-manner»
ed, Dresden china old ladies, probably
long ago resting quietly in that

“low green tent.

Whose curtain never outward swings."
and wish that with the coming of the
gray hairs and age’s inﬁrmities might
come to me as beautiful at twilight of
life’s day as I am sure theirs must have
been.

BEATBIX.

.___...._ _ ‘m__.,

M [E SIUNARY WORK.

 

"I live so far out th at I can 't join any
misdonary societies, 3. y. in L,~lo so that
is my- way of helping,” was the explana-»
tion that a friend from the country gave
aft er telling me that she had pieced and
quilted six crib quilts, making pillows-
and slips to‘go with them, then adding
garments made from partly worn ﬂan-
nels,and even making little night-dress-
es from the skirts of her own, trimming
them up with something cheap but
making them pretty and serviceable,andi
all for the waifs of the city, to be dealt.
out from the Deaconch Home. Then
her hired girl, imbued with the same
spirit, knitted twelve pairs of little
mittens to be sent in the same box, do-
ing it evenings and odd moments, and I:
felt ashamed of the little that the mis~
sionary societies here actually accomv
plish.

We meet for an hour one afternoon its.
a. month, we pay our dues and. some:

   
    
  
  
   
    
  
    
   
    
    
   
  
   
  

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2 .The Household.

 

extras, and fervently pray that the
needy at home and the heathen abroad
may be richly beneﬁtted. Every three
months we have an elaborate “tea”
when those who serve strive to outdo
those who furnished on the p:eceding
occasion in the variety and richness of
their viands and for all this we nay
ﬁfteen cents each, expecting that small
sum to convert the heathen, while, fol-
lowing every meeting, some are report-
ed on the sick list; but from this feast-
ing how are the heathen beneﬁtted? I
asked that question one day and a lady
who usually combines sense with non-
sense said: “Why, we just feast on all
these things and wish they had some
too,so it’s our good wishes that are sup-
posed to help them.”

Time was when the ladies of the
“Home” neglected home duties if need
be,to sew early and late,taking ﬁrst one
poor family and then another on their
hands to clothe and put in shape for
Sunday school, and oh the yexation of
it! One family thanked the ladies and
straightway hired a double livery and
drove about town to show off their good
clothes, spending more by actual count
in such ways than would have been
necessary for comfortable clothing for
the children; then. when they were
shabby, sent word to the ladies that
they would like more help. Do you
think-they got it? Other families make
a business of going from one Sunday
school to another to get supplies from
all until their tricks are learned.

At one of the last Home meetings the
Secretary read a letter from a minister
who stated that he was old and feeble
and preaching on a salary of $200 a year.
He wanted warm gloves and a lap robe,
and his wife needed a cloak and asked
the ladies to provide them. It just
chanced that two or three ladies present
knew the man and all the circumstances.
He should have been on the superan-
nuateu list but was so anxious to preach
that he took this weak church on his
hands, but he had a beautiful home and
plenty of property for his support and
his only son was one of the wealthy busi-
ness men of Detroit. Such experiences
hurt the cause of charity, and many
who would help worthy poor do not
want to be imposed upon,so some needy
ones suffer. A lady of my acquaintance
came out from Detroit, on a train that
I was on, having an immense package
as baggage. I supposed she had been
shopping but she said: “It’s just clothes
that my sister’s children have outgrown
and I know some worthy families in the
country. She says if she should give
anything from her city home, she would
be perfectly overrun with applicants, so
she makes me her almoner.”

Some families use and appreciate
what is given them, but others take oc-
casion to state that they don’t make over
old clothes and some will wear the dirti-
est rags but resent any assistance;and far
worse it is when they are too shiftless
to “make over” but wear things Just as

 

they happen to be. Your Bessie’s cloak,
admired so much when she was wearing
it that you were almost attached to the
garment, but now greasy and torn, but-
tons off and lining flapping below like
a ﬂag of distress and never a stitch set
to keep it presentable! I heard the
mother of several small children say
that she always sent their outgrown
clothes out of the village so that she
would not see them worn, and if it
chances to be garments that were lain
aside because the loved one is wearing
robes of white “over there.” the sight
is more than the mother can endure.

We are supplying several families
with wood, others with underclothing,
and helping to educate some heathen
girls by paying for scholarships; in fact
we are all doing,but the field is so large,
the waiting harvest so great, that we
constantly cry out “it is not enough,”
but there is no spare time, no coveted
leisure for more work.

ROMEO. _ EL SEE.

.———...-——-

E. C ’S ANSWER.

 

“Truth, crushed to earth, will
rise again;” and I so far resemble that
virtue that after reading Back Num-
ber’s letter in answer to my feeble “Re-
monstrance” I bob up serenely to reply.

But it is not quite fair that two should
attack me at the same time. As M. E.
H. Seems quite mild about it, I will only
ask her how she knows that I am so
young as she seems to think? To be
sure I spoke of having taught only two
years, but there are cases where women
left widows with ten children to support
and having plenty of experience in the
art of training youth, turn their atten-
tion to doing it for money. Now I don’t
like to speak of my own private affairs,
so I will not say that I am one of those
unfortunate women; only let M. E. H.
be more careful in drawing her con-
clusions next time. It is always hard
for a woman—even one with ten child-
ren—to acknowledge her age; but I may
not have to lay that paper aside for so
many years after all in order to read it
when I am ﬁfty.

Back Number is truly magnanimous
to give me the beneﬁt of a doubt in re-
gard to my sincerity, but I cannot con-
scientiously accept the avenue of escape
which she has so kindly provided.
There is nothing in my former letter
which I wish to retract. “Them’s my
sentiments whereby I means to stick,”
and what is more I ﬁrmly believe that
they are the unexpressed sentiments of
ninety-nine out of a hundred teachers.
Back Number thinks .I have mistaken
my profession; let me tell her right now
that if only those who feel thrills of de-
light permeating their whole being at
entertaining a visitor during school
hours were allowed to teach, she would
have the pleasure of instructing her
offspring without assistance. She con-
gratulates herself that the teachers in
the schools where she lives do not feel

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as I do on the subject. Well, “where
ignorance is bliss ’tis folly to be wise.”
It would certainly be a pity to disturb
her in the pious belief that her visits
are received with rapturp and humble
gratitude by the hired servants who for
the magniﬁcent sum of three hundred
dollars a year—or less—have bound
themselves to be at the heck and call of
everybody in their district,and who must
daily submit to impertinence for which
a domestic servant would “give notice”
without an instant’s hesitation. * Does
Back Number imagine that if she should
visit my school she would be other-
wise than courteously received? What-
ever might be my private opinion of her
tact and common sense in thus interrupt-
ing my work, she would have no reason
to complain of my manner of treating
her. It is only in the HOUSEHOLD that
we dare tell the truth. Does it begin to
dawn upon her that possibly she knows
nothing about the real feelings of those
very teachers of whom she is so sure?

Suppose I describe a visitor after my
own heart: She came just at the close
of the morning session. Two pupils
who had work with which I had promis-
ed to help them were still in the school
room. She sat down and waited until
I was at liberty, then told me brieﬂy
what she wished to say, thanked me for
some little kindness I had shown her
boy, and departed, not having taken up
ten minutes’ time. As she went I call-
ed down a blessing on her head and
wished, 0, so fervently! that there were
more like her. Contrast her with the
woman who came the other day, in the
middle of the session, to ask why I had
taken such a dislike to darling Jennie.
For a moment I was too paralyzed to
ask her what she meant, but ﬁnal] y dis-
covered that my having changed the
darling‘s seat was considered explicable
only on the grounds of a personal dis-
like. It took the time of one entire re-
citation to soothe the irate female.

Another came “to jump on my collar”
because I had obeyed the orders of the
superintendent and required her
daughter to report to him for tardiness.
She told more times than I had patience
to count that she had heart disease and
that I must not send Mollie to the ofﬁce
because any excitement must be avoid-
ed. She would have done better to
have avoided the excitement of a con-
versation with me and taken care that
the girl should be punctual. Another
woman possessed the attraction of a
novelty in that she was overwhelming-
ly cordial to me, and very talkative on
the subject of her son’s failings. As
she did not trouble to lower her voice
in telling of his home faults, the boy
was made supremely uncomfortable; I,
hardly less so; and the other pupils were
decidedly amused. But it is useless to
multiply instances. I could go on in-
deﬁnitely with cases which go to prove
that the average wbman visitor is a bore
and a crank.

We are hired by the school board,and

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the examinations we must pass and our
work in the school-room are testimony
to our ﬁtness as teachers; we work under
the constant supervision of our super-
intendent; and our ways and methods
are arranged for us by him. If a wo-
man wants these explained let her go to
headquarters, not to us who are only
working under orders.

Back Number says she loved her
pupils. So do I —- some of them.
And if she will go down town with me
some night just as the newsboys are
starting out,or some Saturday afternoon
when the girls are out in full force, and
hear the greetings which not only my
own pupils but those from other rooms
give me, or take a view of the group
which awaits me morning and noon in
front of the house, she may think that
“the Little Teacher” as some of them
call me, is not so very unpopular after
all; notwithstanding her heretical
views in regard to parents visiting the
school.

As for Back Number’s closing aspira-
tion in my behalf, thanks, awfully. It
is so like a woman to be personal in dis-
cussing a purely business matter.

Pour HURON. E. C.

———.o.————

TOBACCO VERWS KISSES.

 

I want to speak to you, young fellow.
You are just learning to use tobacco;
and feel yourself quite a man because
that last cigar or chew didn‘t make you
very sick. I presume your father has
talked to you about the evils of the
habit you are forming, and perhaps your
mother has wept over it. but I hardly
think any one has said what I want to.
It is a delicate subject. The only
woman who can talk about it is the one
who knows, and she does not like to
give away her husband, father or broth-
er—or herself. You are beginning to
like the girls. You enjoy their chat-
ter, and mirth, and beauty, and think
a great deal about the time when one,
more perfect than all the others, shall
be your own, and love you above all else
on earth. You dream of sweet caresses,
and it is right and manly to do so ; but
in letting this habit fasten its graSp
upon you, don’t you know you are spoil-
ing your lips for the kisses which are
their natural right? She who comes
to be your wife will have to close all her
senses whenever she gives or receives
one. If she is a sensitive woman (and
you don’t want any other) she may never
speak of it ; but she will suffer at every
nerve to see you so constantly with your
head Over a spittoon, or wildly seeking
some spot to empty your mouth upon
before speaking. No matter how fond
she may be of you, or how proud of
your attainments, I assure you that aw-
ful “splot ! splot 1” between sentences
will spoil many a good talk for her.

Then, you cannot see so far ahead
now, but if you are a fortunate man,
there will be another set of girls about
you by and bye, whose kisses and ad-

 

miration will be different, but just as
dear as those you think of now. You
will want just such close sweet clinging
kisses as you see them give their moth-
er, but you’ll not get them. They will
shun your mouth and pick out the best
place they can on your checks or fore-
head, making you realize that the cost
of your tobacco is far from being all paid
with dimes and dollars. Of course this
little bit of old woman’s talk won’t make
any difference. You’ll feel sure of
kisses enough. Yes, for a time. But
never, even in your inmost thoughts,
accuse your dear ones of coldness, or
mourn the lack of caresses. Love may
be as strong as Death, and yet shrink
from kisses ﬂavored with tobacco.
‘ MRS BLANK.

 

“WHAT CANNOT BE CURED, MUST BE
ENDURED."

 

When I read, “A Question for the
HOUSEHOLD,” by A.G.S. in'the HOUSE-
HOLD of December 3lst, this old saying
ﬂashed through my mind, and seemed
quite applicable to the question.

My sympathy was at once aroused for
this woman, whose'burden seems great-
er than she can bear; and while I am
too young and inexperienced to advise
in acase like this, I thought perhaps
even the personal sympathy of a HOUSE-
HOLDER would be acceptable.

I have always been a ﬁrm believer in
this quotation: “The best way to bear
crosses is to consecrate them, all in
silence, to God.” But this patient wife
has for ten years been controlled by
these “Golden Words,” and her heart
seems almost crushed beneath its bur-
dens, which has proven to me that
silence is not always “golden."

I believe had she poured out her trial
into some loving heart, befo:e this,that
burden would perhaps have become
lighter--but she never murmured. And
now she comes trembling into our midst,
not simply to ask advice, but to have
some one tell her, “just how she ought
to feel in the matter.”

Perhaps God has given her this trial
as a discipline,to bring forth the melody
of her nature. “He knows what keys in
the human soul to touch in order to
draw out its sweeter and most perfect
harmonies.”

I do not believe Heaven requires
everything of a woman, even if man
does (in some cases). If life is made to
abound with pains and troubles, it is a
great advantage to have a faculty to
soften these pains; be sure to have a
good stock of patience laid by, and be
sure you put it where you can easily ﬁnd
it.

“And if by patient toil we reach the land3
Where tired feet, with sandals loose, may rest,

When we shall clearly know and understand.
I think that we Will say, God knew the best.”

However discouraged and weary we
may be, the promises of God will never
cease to shine, like the stars at night,to
cheer and strengthen us.

I do not think it right that A. G. S.
was not consulted as to her feelings in

 

regard to this afﬂicted brother-in-law,
(seemingly a thorn in the ﬂesh). I be-
lieve the majority of women would have
risen up in righteous indignation, to
have been so imposed on, and so utterly
ignored. But as long as “What cannot
be cured, must be endured,” I advise
bearing the burden as cheerfully and
patiently as is possible,keeping the sun—
shine of a loving faith in the heart.

“A hopeful spirit will discern the
silver lining of the blackest cloud,” for
back of all planning and doing, with its
discouragements and hindrances, shines
the light of divine help.

“There‘s only_0ne who understands
And enters into all we feel;
There's only One who views each spring.
And each perplexxng wheel.”
MT. CLEMENS. LITI‘LE NAN.
W...—

COMMENTS.

 

When I see the HOUSEHOLD letters
growing few, I look around to see if
there is any way whereby I may lend a
helping hand, for the HOUSEHOLD is
one of the few things I will not give up.

I will begin with Theopolus. If I
were his wife I would prefer to have
him lie quietly in bed, even these cold
mornings, until breakfast was ready,
rather than growling around in the
kitchen like any other old bear, as I am
sure he would be. And there are the
mothers-in-law! I always thought they
had to hear more than their share of
blame, but read a bit of advice once
that were it strictly followed would save
many a family rupture. It was this:
“Never, never, under any circum-
stances, live with your mother-in-law,
but if worse comes to worst, let your
mother-in—law live with you.” One
thing I have often noticed is that “his
folks” are much oftener weighed in the
balance and found wanting than “her
folks.”

I feel sure that there are much worse
places than the poorhouse to live in.
I know some who are never sure of a
second meal and depend altogether on
charity, who would be much more com.
fortable in the county house. A friend
of mine has lately paid a. visit to our
county house and reports the inmates
as well cared for and contented, a para-
dise beside the way many live, even in
this small town. But after all, as I
heard a good minister say in a sermon
to the Knights of the Maccabees,
“There is no friend so true as a dollar
to you.”

In my directions for making a mem-
ory jug, given Dec. 3d, 1892, I should
have said between three and four
pounds of putty instead of two or three
for the sized jug mentioned, and you
can mix in plaster of Paris to make it

the right consistency to work well, and
still be stiff enough to hold the things
in place.

That bit of counsel by Lois, of Mid-
land, comes in good time and hits the
nail square in the head.

Thanks, Maybelle, but Aunt Nell has
been with you all along, only you failed
to recognize her under the shorter
name of BESS.

Pulm-

 


 
  

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FROM THE BILL-TOPS .

 

"When the davs begin to lengthen
the cold begins to strengthen" were the
chill words which used to ring in my
ears about this time during the winter’s
long reign at the north. We calculate
that our “cold weather” is about over
now. There have been several frosts
which touched some delicate foliage
plants and singed the great spreading
ﬂags of the bananas, but the sun grows
very warm sometimes in the middle of
the day and the wind is then soft as the
breath of June. Last Sunday people
sought the shady seats in the park, and
as we walked to church in the lovely
evening the earth seemed perfect under
the deep sky with its wondrous clear-
ness. Nowhere have I seen the sky so
blue as here, so brilliant in its starry,
passionless calm. As we walked, we
spoke of the heavy snow the papers said
had fallen in the east,and its soft pause-
less falling became so vivid I almost felt
its cold clinging touch, when happening
to see in a passing window a fly-paper
with some of the poor deluded insects
stuck upon it, I was struck by the in-
congruity of the thing and the season.
Nothing it seems can be quite perfect to
man. You hear some people who live
here complaining of the monotony of the
weather and wishing they could be set
out in a snow-storm to freeze for a few
minutes. The majority of expressions
I hear from those' who have lived here
a few years are favorable, and they are
doubtful if any one who has lived here
a year, can return east and be content.

It is wonderful to a stranger how love-
ly a day can bloom out of a cold, foggy
morning. This morning the city was
dim and cold,a fog had rolled in during
the night and its billowy mist shroud-
ed us. Having a call to make in East
Los Angeles, we buttoned up warm
wraps as we would in Michigan and set
out about ten o'clock. As we walked up
the street looking toward the mount-
ains,there beyond us through the gloom
lay the sunlight pale and golden upon
the hill-sides and before we left the
street-car three miles distant, it spread
splendidly down through the valley and
the earth was aglow with warmth and
beauty. Los Angeles extends over a
large area; it is a city of magniﬁcent
distances and charming in its suburbs,
where the homes are built up the hill-
sides as well as in the valley. We were
well out toward the city limits with the
lovely country and its freedom around
us. We could not resist climbing some
of the hills near to get a view of the
valley. The sweetest earth, the fairest
sky! On the tenth of January, think of
the earth in the tenderest green of
summer, with soft breathing fragrance
lifted by gentlest wandering airs. bil-
lowy hills all bathed in beaming
warmth, soft bird-notes falling into the
happy silence,ﬂowing waters shining in
their laughing hurry through the valley
and away! A magnolia tree we passed

 

set thick with blossoms, great tasselled
cups which had caught the tint of the
distant mountains veiled in their
dreamy beauty. And the pepper-trees-
people think to give an idea of them by
painting branches on placques and
canvas, trying to mass their slender
leaves,delicate bloom,berries pale green
and some turning red; but no one can
know the pepper trees who has not seen
the grace and beauty of their plumy
branches and tinted berries set against
the background of the deep sky with
the wavering shadows interlacing be-
neath their outspreading boughs.

For some time we sat on the hill-top
and were glad because of the life and
intelligence we saw everywhere mani-
fest. There is not much one can tell.
As we linger in the temple 0? nature,all
its peace and melody ﬁll our lifted hearts
We grow careless, free, and blest. The
consciousness ofRsst enfolds us.We have
climbed into that kingdom where the
poisoned anxieties of life drop away,
where the sparrow’s fall is noted, and
the lilies, though they toil not, are ar-
rayed in beauty. If we only knew that
in that great love from which we came,
we live and move and have our being,
we should ﬁnd the golden key of all
life’s mystery.

“ ‘Oh,where is the sea?’ the ﬁshes cried.

As they swam the crystal clearness through;

‘ We’ve heard from of old of the ocean’s tile,

And we long to look at the waters blue. '

The wise ones Speak of the inﬁni' 6 sea;
0h. who can tell us if 8110:] there be?’

“The lark ﬂew 11 pin the morning bright,
And sung and balanced on sunny Wings;
And this was ilS song; ‘1 see the light.
I look o'er a world of beautiful things:
But ﬂying and singing everywhere.
In vain I have searched to ﬁnd the air.’ ”

Los ANGELES, CAL. HA [THE L. HALL.
"—-—--.O.—-——
DON’T KICK.

 

Here is a short tale that is good read-
ing for D. K., and the “moral” will
stick out like a rabbit’s ears. Sitting
on the ground,close to my Phlox Drum-
mondii one day, I saw a poor and humble
ant trying to drag the body ofa wasp
ten times bigger than itself up a slight
rise. Ten times the thing fell down
and ten times the little insect dragged
it up again,and the eleventh it succeed-
ed, and both disappeared in its hole.
Now D. K ,that recipe was all right; we
have followed it ﬁfteen years with suc-
cess. Don’t throw away that bottle or
its contents. Possibly the beans were
past middle age and were rather decrep-
it, or “the rale old stuff” might have
been so strong they couldn’t take hold
at ﬁrst, but at the end of six months,
your vanilla will be so good and smelly
that your friends will begin to “sniﬁ”
as soon as they open the front door,and
hint to stay to tea. It rejoices me that
you “don’t like your love to taste and
smell so much like alcohol.” Probably
we are both white ribboners, and would
hob-nob ﬁrst rate even over a cream
ﬂavored by your vanilla.

At the -nd of ﬁve years if your extract
is still ' nothing th alcohol, it can be
of use. Have some tableaux at your

 

 

house, and arrange a ghost scene. Put
some common salt on a tin plate, pour
over the alcohol and set it on ﬁre. The

effect will be awful!!
SISTER GBACIOUS.

W

FALLING OF THE HAIR.

 

“Anna,” of St. Johns, propounds the
following inquiry: “Can any of the
HOUSEHOLD readers give me a recipe
to prevent the hair from falling oﬁ,leav-
ing the head bare in spots?”

We regard Dr. Leonard as authority
on all subjects connected with the hair
and its diseases. In regard to this parti—
cular form of baldness,medically known
as Alopecz'a circumspecta, he says that
constitutional treatment is neeessarv,to
ﬁrst discover the cause, which is gene-
rally due to some derangement of the
system. Proper hygienic rules must
be adopted, everything tending to build
up the general health is of service. A
tonic of bark and iron,and cod-liver oil
emulsions, especially in connection with
the hyposulphites of lime and soda, are
mentioned as beneﬁcial. As local appli-
cations,Dr. Leonard recommends paint~
ing the bare patches with pure tincture,
of iodine or tincture of cantharidis,-the
object being to excite the hair follicles
by irritation. Acetic acid is named as
a beneﬁcial. application, painted on the
bare places and kept there until a sting»
ing sensation is produced, then washed
oﬂi with a bit of sponge and warm water.
“Carbolic acid,similarly'applied,though
no washing off is necessary unless the;.
extent of surface is large, will also be
useful. A superﬁcial exfoliation of the
cuticle will follow if used undiluted,
though this will only be beneﬁcial.” A
liniment to be applied daily with fric--
tion may be used instead of these,if pre—
ferred: One ounce each of chloroform,
aconite liniment, ammonia and cam-
phor. Use only on the bare places.

After the downy hair begins to grow
from the follicles, which will usually be
in from ﬁve to six weeks, it should be
kept clipped short and less severe irri-
tants applied locally. A tonic recom-
mended for daily useis this: Tr. red
chincona bark, one ﬂuid ounce: tr. nux
vomica, two drachms; tr. cantharidis.
one drachm; two ounces each of cologne
and oil of cocoanut. Apply with a bit
of soft sponge.

To “Anna’s" other inquiry we would
say we cannot recommend or discuss
the merits of patent medicines in the
HOUSEHOLD, and advise consulting a
reliable physician in preference to-
using the one mentioned.

Contributed Recipes.

 

PORK CAKE-One lb. salt pork, chopper?
very ﬁne; pour over it one pint boiling
water, two cups brown sugar; one cup mo-
lasses; one pound raisins; one pound our
rents; large spoonful soda; citron and spices
to taste, one egg. Make quite thick with
ﬂour. This makes three loaves and keeps
very nicely. D. E.

UNION Crrr.

     
      
     
   
   
  
  
 
   
  
 
    
 
    
     
  
  
   
   
  
    
  
   
 
    
  
    
 
    
   
    
    
   
  
    
   
  
   
  
  
  
  
   
    
   
  
   
  
  
  
  
  
   
   
  
   
  
   
   
  
  
 
  
   

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