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DETROIT, DEC. 19,

1891.

 

 

THE HOUSEHOLD-"Supplement.

 

 

THE THREE WISHES.

 

Three girls sat idly on the beach—-
One like a lily. tall and fair.
One brilliant with her raven hair,
‘One sweet and shy of speech.

“I wish for fame." the lily said;
“And I for wealth and courtly life."
Then gently spoke the third: “As wife
I ask for love instead.”

Years passed. Again beside the sea.
Three women sat. with whitening hair.
Still graceful. lovable and fair,

And told their destiny.

"Fame is not all.” the lily sighed,
"Wealth futile if the heart be dead."
“I have been loved," one sweetly said,
“And I am satisﬁed."

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“I loathe, abhor, detest. despise,
Abominate drie‘lapple pies.

I like good bread, I like good meat,
Or anything that’s good to eat;

But of all poor grub beneath the skies,
The poorest is dried-apple pies.

Give me the toothache or sore eyes
But don’t give me dried—apple pies.
The farmer takes his gnarliest fruit,
’Tis wormy, bitter and hard to boot:
They leave the husks and make me cough.
They don't take half the peeling off,
Then on a dirty cord ’tis strung.

And there it serves a roost for ﬂies
Until it’s made up into pies.

Tread on my come and tell me lies.
But don‘t pass me dried-apple pies. "

“p...“

A CITY CHRISTMAS.

 

I think if I had enjoyed a Rip Van
Winkle sleep of two decades and was
wakened unexpectedly at Christmas, I
could tell the time of year by the “ signs
in the air” and on the street.

There’s a stir and bustle, a haste and
expectancy about everybody which
makes you sure “ something’s going to
happen.” There’s mystery in the air,
and a scent of spices and the resinous
odor of evergreens in the house; the
children put their heads together and
giggle unreproved, and go down town
with an air of great importance to “ do
our Christmas shopping,” and no one
deems it proper to inquire “ VVhat-have
you got in that bundle?” Five year
old Grace, whose greatest happiness is
to harness herself in the sleighbells
and draw her sled up and down the icy
pavement “playing horse,” is dis-
covered, a small dot against the crimson
plush of the largest armchair in the
house, patiently setting uneven stitches
in a pincushion designed for “you
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she’s got so much to do before Kismus
she’s sure she doesn’t know how she’ll
get “all froo,” and then abandons her
task to run after her mother and in-
quire again “ When’ll my papa get
home and when will we have the tree? ”

It’s funny, how much suppressed
curiosity waits for the great day which
shall explain everything. The most
unaccustomed tete-a-tetes pass unchal-
lenged. Whispers of “Isn‘t it sweeti”
“Where dill you find it? ” "‘ How per-
fectly lovely!” are borne upon the
zephyrs and echo behind closed doors.
Oh the delightful plots, the delicious
mysteries, the innocent schemingf
How dear it all is-to those whose
hearts are young and to whom custom
hathlnot staled the joy of Christmas 5
How delightful it is to keep young in
heart and enjoy holidays and annive r-
sariesl And what a damper one in-
dividual who sits apart, glum and
silent and viewing the merriment of
others with indifference or scorn, re-
fusing either active participation or
tacit sympathy, can throw over the
family’s jollity! I pity those house-
holds where the father (the dour one
is almost always the father) makes him-
self a wet blanket. and conveys the
idea that he’s thinking “ how much all
this fuss costs!”

Down town, the merchants welcome
the crowds that throng their stores, for
though many go only to look, there’s
no knowing what moment they may
succumb to temptation and become
buyers. The holiday trade is an index
of the prosperity of the country. When
times are good. sales are brisk; when
money is tight, it is harder to coax
pocket-books to unclasp. The weather
is a factor, too; crisp clear cold days are
ideal days for Christmas shopping; if
there is snow it is better. yet.

Nothing more fully illustrates the
fact that Christmas is a holiday that
belongs to all nations than the com-
posite character of the crowds of Chris t-
mas buyers. Yankee and Englishman,
the daughter of Erin and the German
fraulien, the Pole with the unpro-
nounceable name and the dusky belle
of Kentucky Street elbow each other on
the streets and in the shops; every one
standing. on a platform of purely
American independence which en-
titles him to thrust his elbows into his
neighbor’s ribs with a noble disregard

   

 

of the latter’s opinion about it. Christ-
mas is about the only season of the
year when one can defy Mrs. Grundy
by carrying her own bundles. One can
make a parcel delivery post of herself
without provoking other comment
than “Been shopping for Christmas? ”
Indeed I’m not sure but that a new
dignity attaches to the bundle-laden
woman; her packages attest her gens
erosity and the depth of her purse.
There are great bales of ground pine
in the market, ready woven into long
festoons for decorating houses and
churches and sold at ten cents a yard.
I wonder how long before this graceful,
sturdy little plant will be quite ex-
terminated in our State. Wisconsin
sends 300,000 pounds of it to Chicago
every year, they say. There are crates
of American holly, sent up from Ole
Virginny to grace Wolverine homes;
its sharp, spiny, glossy leaves and
brilliant red berries are pretty while
they endure, but as the plant is not a
true evergreen they soon curl and lose
their lustre. It sells at twenty‘ﬁve
cents a pound, or twenty-ﬁve cents for
a ready made wreath to hang in the
window. The thick, dull green leaves
and semi-transparent, milky-White ber-
ries of the'mistletoe, which always re-
mind me of the soft radiance of moon-
stones, are here, ready to be hung
under the chandelier or over the door.
You know the holiday privilege it
confers; he who can inveigle or sur—
prise a pretty lass under it may claim a.
kiss for his strategy or watchfulness—if
he dares. Loads of evergreen trees are
piled up awaiting customers; and it is
no uncommon thing to see a stalwart
Dutchman with aChristmas tree over
his shoulder and a rose of Holland, 1‘. 6.,
a cabbage, under his arm, walking off
as proud as if Christmas had been
created especially on his account. The
trees sell from 25 cents up to a dollar and
are in great demand. Down on the old
Central Market are found English
primroses and cyclamen in bloom, hob-
nohbing with wintry-looking bouquets
of dried ﬂowers dyed all the hues of
the rainbow and stiff as a poker in
make-up; and the funny candy hearts
and circles and animals, queer com-
pounds of ﬂour, sweetness and senti-
mental mottoes which so delight the
children who have not “been edu-
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ray’s French creams; and boxes of
those wonderful sparkling prismatic
balls and stars, and tiny wax candles,
and the Christ-child with silver wings
and spangles to crown the tree, all so
wonderful and so pretty in the little
people’s eyes. Ah me, there’s little,
except happiness, that money cannot
buy nowdays.

But the most amusing feature is,
after all, the people. Droves of chil-
dren dodge in and out among the
“grown ups” so recklessly that it is
hardly safe to step without looking at
one’s feet. Old ladies shop method-
ically with their memoranda and
decidedly resent being elbowed; the
positive woman knows just what she
wants and it would require a constitu-
tional amendment to make her change
her mind; the girls go forth in pairs,
on the principle that “two’s company,
three’s a crowd,” and it’s astonishing
how much they ﬁnd to buy in the
gentlemen’s furniture stores; and here
and there an unlucky man, hopelessly
stranded among a bevy of pretty girls,
tries vainly to make up his mind
what he wants and invariably succeeds
in buying just what he was quite sure
he would not get. I love to see him
thus bewildered and nonplussed; it is
good for him. He‘s all the time making
fun of women for spending so much
time shopping, and once in awhile it
is well for him to know how it is him-
self. And he’s got all the pockets and
the privileges, anyhow.

It has been a doll year. Dolls must
have come into town by the tons, for
every bazar overﬂows with them, and
several of the dry-goods stores took up
the business and sold dolls so cheap
that it was almost like giving them
away. And they were never so pretty
and artistic, before. Dolls dressed and
undressed; dolls in baby clothes and re-
ception dresses; dolls in peasant cos-
tume and ballet dress, and one poor
doll that had probably lost her
“ poppa” and “ momma” was in mourn-
ing. There were dolls not longer than
your ﬁnger, and dolls as large as a
two year old child, with beautifully
modeled, childish features, real hair,
eyes tha “go shut” when the doll is
put to bed, and that can cry and say
“Mamma” and do everything a well-
regulated doll should do—I don’t know
but some of them can even say their
prayers. And you ought to have seen
the enraptured little tots that stood be-
fore the window:. and clapped their
hands in ecstasy.

Tons of candy pass over the counters
of the confectioners, mostly in pound
boxes; Florida’s oranges quite outshine
Michigan’s red apples, though the
latter are less plenty and quite as costly;
and as the twilight of Christmas Eve
strives with the glow of electric lights,

‘ belated purchasers rush hastily about

in search of the “ forgots;” the stations
and outgoing trains are crowded with
the home-going throng, laden like

 

packhorses with bundles of every size
and shape and all intent upon a Merry
Christmas. And so the curtain falls
upon a peaceful, beautiful world, full,
in spite of the croakers, with agreat
deal of the “ loving and giving” spirit
of Him in whose honor we keep the
day. BEATRIX.

 

A WIDE-AWAKE NEIGHBORHOOD .

 

Merry Christmas, everybody!

But Christmas is not what I want to
talk about. I want to tell the HOUSE-
HOLD readers about our Library Asso-
ciation, and if any of them are inclined
to go and do likewise they may not be
discouraged if at ﬁrst the idea does not
seem to take. We had been having a
Reading Circle for nearly a year, and
this fall it was proposed to start a
library in connection with it. But
only a few of the faithful could be got-
ten together.

Finally some of the most energetic
said, “Let’s go on and organize and
see if the rest will not fall in.” We or-
ganized with only six ladies present
and put absent ones in oﬂice. But we
have succeeded beyond our wildest
hopes. Have held four socials; with
the proceeds of these and What money
we could get on subscription, we have
purchased about one nundred volhmes,
including a full set of Dickens. We
issue books every other Friday after-
noon.

But with the hurry and work of it all
the literary feature has nearly been
lost sight of. One of our members
asked at our last meeting, “What has
become of our literary?” And a bright
girl replied, “Guess it has gone to
pay its respects to McGinty.” But we
don’t mean it shall stay “at the bot-
tom of the sea.” When we get time to
take it up again, we shall start with a
course in history. A “Leap Year”
social is being talked of as the next en-
tertainment to coax money out of the
pockets of our neighbors to help us
along. If any one can help us with sug-
gestions they will be thankfully re‘
ceived.

We also have a Good Templar Lodge
and a Glee Club in this neighbornood;
and I hardly know which we are the
most interested in. The Glee Club has
done us much good. We meet from
house to house every Wednesday
evening. We began with the rudi-
ments, so it beneﬁts even the children.

I presume I shall be consigned to the
waste basket for boasting, so will stop.
But I did want to tell how much better
we had done with that library than we
expected. MAE.

FLINT.

 

TEA and coffee stains will usually
come out of linen if put into water at
once, or if soon washed. If they are of
long standing rub pure glycerine on
them, and then after washing this out
wash the linen in the usual way.

 

UNIVERSITY EX FENSIO N.

 

M. M. asks: “What is meant by
‘University extension,’ about which I
see so. much in the papers, notices of
lectures, etc.? ” It is a new educational
movement, in the direction of enabling
the mature men and women of the day
to enjoy some of the advantages of our
higher institutions of learning, such as
are being furnished to the youth of the
period. Its fundamental idea is to take
the opportunities to the class to be
beneﬁtted, instead of expecting them to
leave home and business to seek in-
struction. The method is usually by
organizing a class and giving a course
of lectures, six or twelve, at weekly 'in
tervals, with time allotted after each
lecture for discussion, questions, eta,
regarding the previous lecture. A
syllabus or abstract of the points of the
discourse is furnished with each lecture,
and books of reference are also indi-
cated. At the close of the course, an
examination is held and certiﬁcates
granted those who show intelligent
study and comprehension of the sub-
ject. Such certiﬁcates do not entitle
the holder to any credit on the books of
the University. Local managers make
the arrangements and provide for
meeting the expenses.

Suchacourse in English literatixre
has just been concluded in this city,
the class numbering about 350, under
the instruction of Prof. Demmon, of
the State University. The subjects
were Moore, Bacon, Milton, Words-

,worth, Carlyle, Tennyson. And after

the holidays a second course is to be
given, the theme political economy, the
instructor Prof. H. C. Adams. also of
the Unversity. Prof. Demmon’s class
included boys, young men, grey-headed
lawyers and doctors, clergymen, and
lots of women of all mental calibre,
from she who joined the class because
somebody else had done so and was
dreadfully bored, to the earnest woman
who welcomed a chance to refresh her
mind and renew her school days by
having something to study. Never,
since I have lived in this city, has
there been so many lectures, on such a
variety of topics, so cheap as to be
within reach of everybody. In fact-
Detroit is in danger of being lectured
to death.

 

 

TEE FARM KITCHEN.

 

At a late meeting of the South Jack-
son Farmers’ Club, Mrs. L. M. Rhodes
gave her ideas about a model farm
kitchen. She made some very just ob—
servations and criticisms, and said: “ I
thought when building our house that
I wanted a kitchen just large enough
to cook in, and that is what I have. I
ﬁnd it very inconvenient most of the
time, for a farm house. It is more
trouble to keep it in order, the wood-
work is more liable to get marred and
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again I shOuld have it all kitchen. If
one were to build every year she would
see where she could make some im-
provement every time. I do not think
a kitchen should be the gloomiest room
in a house. It should be as pleasant as
any room; for there is where a farmer’s
wife spends most of her time. It should
have two outside doors and two win-
dows at least. I like well water handy
by, but prefer to have the house tank
just outside the kitchen, and also the
cistern pump. I think if the women
could have more todo in planning their
houses, there would be fewer incon-
venient ones built. For one thing, there
should not be too many steps to go up
and down in doing one’s work. There
should be some way in every farm
house to save one from going down
cellar so many times a day. We should
not neglect our kitchen when building
and put the most of our means in the
rest of the house. We are apt to have
a nice looking rather than a comfort-
able and convenient one. Our money
is used upon brackets, bay windows and
unnecessary rooms. Our kitchens are
built as cheap as possible. This is the
reason we do not have more model
kitchens. And it is the same in fur-
nishing a house. We are apt to think
the needs of the kitchen are triﬂes and
the purchasing for it, like itself, can be
placed in the rear of all else. It is
half of woman’s work to have things
handy and convenient to use.”

The suggestion was made that there
should be a washroom adjacent to the
kitchen, so that men would not have to
wash in the latter room; and any one
who has seen the hired man or a care—
less boy rub his head in a towel and
give it a few graceful ﬂirts before
hanging it up, will appreciate the force
of the suggestion.

W

MORE EXPERIENCES.

 

During six weeks this fall I again
held the position of country school-
ma’am; and now that I have hidden
farewell to the vicissitudes of that life,
I can look back, forgetting the annoy-
ances and remembering the pleasant or
amusing experiences.

Any one who has made a trip up or
down the St. Clair river has probably
noticed a little school house on the
bank just below Port Huron. Long
before I thought of holding sway there
I had admired the spot and wondered
who had the common sense to build a
school house on the side of a hill with
magniﬁcent trees all around it, rather
than in the usual dreary surroundings.

The ﬁrst few days of school I had
unusual difﬁculty keeping my mind on
the work; for from my desk I had only
to glance up in order to see the river
and watch the big lake boats, steamers,
or small sailing vessels which were con-
, tinually passing. All the children had
friends on the boats, and odd as it
seemed at ﬁrst, I soon got used to hav-

 

ing a hand raised and an eager voice
say, “Please, may I go out and wave
at the boat? Pa is on it.”

If any one wishes a rare and choice
collection of curiosities let him go into
acountry school and act pleased with
whatever the children bring him. It
was no eﬁort to show pleasure at re-
ceiving the fruits and ﬂowers that they
brought me, but when those were fol-
lowed by celery and big ripe tomatoes
I began to think it was time to draw
the line, fearing that the next gift
would be a pumpkin or a few onions.
But these did not arrive. possibly be-
cause I came away too soon.

I had some queer v1s1tors. The ﬁrst
was a stray horse that walked in at the
back door one noon when I was alone
in the room. I had not agreed to re-
ceive quadrupeds in school, so said “Get
out! ” which it did after nearly de-
molishing the stove.

The next vistor was a man whOse
son was not learning fast enough to
please him and who came to see why the
youngster was not taught in the good
old fashioned way. In his day children
learned their letters instead of having
words and sentences on the blackboard.
He was more disagreeable than the
horse and far more pertinacious; for it
was not until I told him that if his boy
did not learn it was not the fault of
the teaching, but due to a certain de-
ﬁciency 0f the child’s cerebrum, that
he departed. He did not in the least
know what I meant, and I felt a triﬂe
ashamed of myself when he said that if
that was it, it was all right, and that
he was glad he had found out what
was the matter. Much virtue lies in
long words.

But my third caller was worst of all.
There is a crazy man in the neighbor-
hood who has a “fad ” for visiting
schools, and occasionally carries an axe
when he calls. I had heard all about
him and knew that he had on one of his
most insane ﬁts at the time, so was not
at all surprised when, one morning
soon after roll-call, I heard a stealthy
step in the hall and turned to confront
“Lucien,” as he is generally called. It
was my first encounter with a crazy
man, and as bad luck would have it,
only the smaller pupils were present,
so I had to be brave. I saw at once that
he had not brought the axe and was
grateful; but on second thought re-
alized that he might have it concealed
under his coat. I think I can appre-
ciate Mrs. Custer’s feeling when the
General took her to visit the Indian
prisoners and she was haunted with
the idea of concealed knives. “Lucien”
had come, so he said, to ﬁnd out at
what time the sun would set that even-
ing, but I knew that if I answered his
questions I would never get rid of him,
so declined to discuss the subject. By
answering him very shortly and keep-
ing in front of him I contrived to keep
him from getting fairly into the room;
and at last, to my great relief, he went.

 

But at the door he stopped to express
the wish that I might be worthy of a
husband. All the rest of the day I
stood near the stove, so that in case of
his return I might have the poker
handy.

\Vhile in the school I tried an experi—
ment which prOVed both interesting
and amusing. Among the pupils was
a bright, interesting girl of seventeen
who had read her ﬁfth reader through
many times, but was utterly ignorant
of literature. She had never heard of
Howells, Dickens was the man who
wrote " Death of Paul Dombev ” in the
reader, and Shakespeare was but a
name. Throwing aside her reader I
gave her some selections from Shakes-
peare to read, encouraging her to tell
what she thought of them. Naturally
she looked at everything in a nine-
teenth century light, and was utterly
unable to make allowances for time
and place. She found Juliet in the
balcony scene very funny, and judging

esdemona from the description of her
in Othello’s speech before the Senate,
decided that she was a dirt. But I was
pleased that Portia, who always seems
to melthe most charming of Shakes-
peare’s women, should most attract her.

And thus ended my country experi-
ences.

Pour Bunny.

E. C.
H—

POEITLVELY THE LAST.

An exchange says a pretty and inex-
pensive lamp shade may be made at
home, of a piece of pink cheese cloth.
Wet it thoroughly and then, after it
has been doubled several times, twist
it until you can twist it no more and it
doubles itself up in a knot. Secure
this from untwisting, wipe it witha
towel as dry as you can, and put it
away to dry. This will take a week or
ten days, and it should not be disturbed
during this time. On unrolling the
cloth will be found to be beautifully
crimped. A hole is then cut in the
center-for a chimney.

The boxes made of glass, for gloves,
handkerchiefs or jewelry, are very
pretty gifts. Get the glazier to cut the
glass for you, which he will do, and
furnish it too, for twenty-ﬁve cents. A
square box for handkerchiefs, one four-
teen inches long by six wide for gloves
are the preferred sizes. Get ribbon.
wide enough to fold over the edges
securely, and cover all the edges with
it. Fasten the pieces composing the
box together strongly at the corners,
hiding the joining under ribbon bows.
Of soft china silk to match the ribbon
make a puff over a piece of wadding cut
to ﬁt the bottom, and y0ur box is done,
unless you paint a spray of ﬂowers on
the cover. But don‘t paint pink roses
on a box to be made up in yellow.

A bag for a variety of purposes is
made of ayard each of three colors of
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combination.

A space of half a yard
long in the middle of the ribbons is
joined with invisible stitches; the bag
is then folded with the sides joined.
The ends at the top are turned down to
form loops, and a casing run through
the double layer of ribbon for a ribbon
, drawing string.
A pretty handkerchief sachet is made
- of a quarter of a yard of ﬁgured china
silk lined with a similar strip of plain
silk in any color. Put one thickness of
wedding between them. Turn the
edges together, and sew on a ﬁne silk
cord, fold one end over six inches to
form a case or pocket, catching the
sides together. Gather the other end
and fold over, ornament-ing it with a
bow of ribbon. These sachets are made
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WESTWARD HO!

 

(OOHCZl/(lljlfl. )

But of all the towns of Southern Cali-
fornia we visited, Riverside is the most
to my taste. The center of the orange
growing industry, it is itself a grove, a
garden and city. Fifteen miles long
by six wide, its street-s shaded by the
pepper {the most graceful of trees), the
magnolia and eucalyptus: the spacious
grounds about beautiful residences
ﬁlled with glowing odorous tropical
ﬂowers and luxuriant shrubs; and
groves of orange, lime, lemon, ﬁg,
pomegranate and banana trees, with
vineyards and alfalfa meadows inter-
spersed, the city makes a charming
picture for memory.

Leaving Los Angeles, we go to Col-
ton and there turn eastward, via the
Southern Paciﬁc. Crossing the Col—
oradoriver at Yuma, we passed through
an uninteresting country, much of it is
practically desert, given up to cactii,
sage brush and scoria, yet irrigation
and cultivation would redeem much of
it. Mexicans, cowboys and Indians
comprise the peeple seen in the small
towns. At Gila Band a crowd of squaws
with children of tender years, came to
sell their native pottery. A kodak
was opened on them. and their frantic
rush to escape was most amusing. It
was with wary glances that any fresh
venture was made. The fashion of
dress for children was innocence and a
shirt. The ride was continuous. only
one train aday is run from Colton to
San Antonio, Texas. At El Paso,
Texas, we improved the stop of two
hours to cross the International Bridge
and set foot in a foreign land. The
“greaser” is seen in his glory here.
Give hima ﬁne sombrero and gaudy
saddle trappings, his dress may be rags
but he is as lordly as a king. A stop
was made at San Antonio and the his-
toric Alamo visited, and the tale of
massacre and the subsequent revenge
of San J acinto told by the guardian of
ﬁfty years. Another short stop at the
“Crescent City,” and we felt we were
indeed homeward bound. A few miles

  

 

north of New Orleans we cross Lake
Ponchartrain on a bridge eight miles
long. It gives a novel sensation to
ride on the cars with no land visible in
either direction. We had the opposite
experience in passing through Ala-
bama, where along stretch of forest
was on ﬁre, in many places in un—
pleasant proximity to the track, as our
suffering eyes and lungs testiﬁed.
Again we had tried water and ﬁre.

We stopped at Chattanooga to see the
famous Lookout Mountain. At the
suburban village of St. Elmo. acable
incline takes visitors up the mountain,
and a narrow gauge motor transports
them to all the points of interest.
Capable guides show you the points
where “stood here the gray, and there
the blue,” in that sanguinary “battle
above the clouds.“ The halo of - war
still rests on the mementos and relies
on sale. Aside lrom the historic rem-
iniscences there are many points of
natural interest, “Natural Bridge,”
“Sunset Rock," " The Old Man of the
Mountain," and “ Serpent Rock ” being
interesting curiosities. The “Old
Man” is aface in proﬁle chiseled on
the bare face of a great rock; “Snake
Rock ” is an elongated protuberance,
suggesting the name. A large and
beautiful hotel gives health and
pleasure seekers the best of accommo.
dations on the tip~top point. A much
travelled and often described route
brought us home safely, once again. I
might mention we passed through
twenty-seven tunnels of varying length
between (ilhattanooga and Lexington.

Hoping the report of our trip may
have given pleasure to the HOUSE-
HOLD, I will write—Finis.

FAIRHOLM. A. L. L.

 

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RECIPE FOR RHUBARB CORDIAL.

 

We have taken the FARMER for a
number of years, and the HOUSEHOLD
is always eagerly perused.

I have often thought when some
subject particularly interested me,
that I would express my views, but fear
of the waste basket always prevented
me. But now I think that the sewing

machine, as ﬁrst introduced by the

FARMER, needs a defense. I have used
my machine eight years and have never
had any repairs except some needles,
and cannot see but that it does just as
good work as when ﬁrst purchased. I
hope “ Correspondent” will not be pre-
judiced against purchasing one of the
machines.

The HOUSEHOLD is such a help to
me that I would like to add my mite
and send a recipe for making rhubarb
cordial, which the mothers who read
this little paper will ﬁnd excellent for
their little ones in case of summer
complaint, etc.

Rhubarb Cordial: One cup of sugar;
one half cup ‘of water, made into a
syrup; one teaspoonful of rhubarb, one

 

of ginger, one of allspice, one of cloves,

one of golden seal; one-half teaspoonful

of essence of peppermint; one-half teas-

poonful of soda. MRS. A. W. F.
HOMER.

 

CROCHETED NECKTIES. .

 

I wish to thank Tomo for her timely
response to my call for Christmas sug-
gestions. I shall get through nicely
now. '

Does every one know that very
pretty ties can be crocheted out of the
crochet silk? I have lately made two
“four-imhand" ties, using a common
stitch, (any pretty stitch will do), and
lined them with surah silk. Use a
boughten tie as a pattern to shape by.

I would thank some one to tell me
what will take mildew out of factory.
I have been told to use buttermilk, but
the factory looks no better.

ANDERSON. A NEW FRIEND.

 

A DISH-WASHER.

 

A correspondent of the HOUSEHOLD
mentions a dishwashing machine
shown at the Detroit Exposition, adding
that she suspected it would require far
more water than the ordinary woman
would wish to carry. If she refers to
the Stevens’ dish-washer, let me state
that actual, every day use has de-
monstrated that it takes one pail only
of water to a washing. "Nho of the
pattern housekeepers of Eeatrix’s
model HOUSEHOLD would use less in
washing dishes for twelve persons?
And who of them could do it in ﬁve
minutes, as the “Queen of the Kitchen”
can and does when well operated?

JENNIE B’UELL.

 

T0 step the toothache, take a fresh ﬁg
and cut it in two. Then slightly brown
the open parts and apply to the tooth
with the seed next to the gum. It
is said this will alleviate the pain
promptly.

-—-—~«ooo——-—-—-

Contributed Recipes.

 

Daor Canaan—One cup of sugar; one cup
of molasses; one cup of boiling water; two
small teaspoonfuls of soda; one teaspoonful '
of ginger; ﬂour to make batter.

ANDERSON. A N aw FRIEND.

NUT CAKE—TWO-thll‘ds cup of butter; two
cups of sugar; one cup of sweet milk; three
cups of ﬂour; three eggs; two teaspoonfula
of cream tartar. and one teaspoonful of
soda; half a nutmeg; one cup of hickory.
nut meat, rolled in ﬂour.

CREAM CAKE—One cup sugar; piece of
butter size of hickory-nut; two eggs; half
cup of sweet milk; one and a half cups of
ﬂour; two leaspoonfuls of baking powder.
Filling: Half cup of sweet cream stirred
thick; one-half cup sugar; ﬂavor. Or an-
other ﬁlling can be used: Two-thirds cup
of sugar and water enough to boil up well.
Stir in one cup of chopped and seeded
raisins. I. E.

Cumnnnn.

 

  

 

 

