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ETROIT, MARCH ‘12,

1892.

 

 

THE HOUSEHOLD-"Supplement.

 

 

For the Household.
'IHE DIFFERENCE.

 

BY A. 1!. J.

“ A child's lost ! A child's lost !

’1‘! e wild cry ringing down

is caught by voices far and near

And echoed through the town.

She sought for ﬂowers but strayed too far
The night too early came:

With thoughts of anxious, pitying love.
But never one of blame.

In tender 0133;) our little ones

We just a moment hold.

Then hasten out to seek the lamb,
Strayed from the mother’s fold.

“ A maiden’s lost! A maiden’s lost !"
We tell the story low ;

She sought Love‘s ﬂowers. but strayed to pet he
0f wretchedness and woe.

No hand goes out to lead her back ;

We sweep our robes aside.

And push the uncrowned woman down
With boast of strength untried.

No thought is given the tempted life,
So diﬂerent from our own ;

But at the sinner Christ forgave.

We cast- the ready stone.

W

BETTER EDUCATION FOR FARMER

LADS.

 

Dear parents, what are you sending
those ﬁfteen and seventeen year old
boys to school for? Thinka moment
and say to yourselves, what is it for?
Undoubtedly some will say, for an
education, and indeed that is your
object, but why not look at it in a
business way.

You keep your boys at home in the
fall and spring to help you reap and
sow and to save hiring a man. This is
all right if you think so; but if you
think. you will not think so. Of course
it makes you richer in dollars and
cents, and this is what you desire to
leave those dear boys, but will it make
them richer in years to come? Ah no,
it will not. They are not as well pre-
pared to save that which you leave
them or to make more.

You would not think of feeding those
fat cattle only once a day, at noon.
Why, then, do you send your boys to
school only one-third of the school
year, and then expect themto go in a
class with other pupils of their age
and to keep up with those who go the
whole school year? You may say that
they have a better education then

than you had, and very likely they.

have, but is that the way you ought to

Many are working hard for a little
money to leave tb the boys; but I tell
you they will be richer when they are
your age if you spend that little in
hiring some one to help you and send
them to school the whole year.

Perhaps this is pretty plain talk for
a girl just. out of her teens, but I have
no brothers and this is the only way
which strikes me favorably ior speak—
ing my mind to parents who do not re-
gard an education as the highest of all
worldly possessions. I speak for the
boys, because girls seldom remain
away from school as much as boys, and
there are so many boys in our district
who go to school in this way. I am not
a woman’s rights girl, but I firmly be-
lieve that uneducated boys or men will
lead girls to hold higher political and
other oﬁlces than they now hold.

I think this subject has not been dis-
cussed in our little HOUSEHOLD. and I
would like to know what some one else
thinks about it, and especially Grandpa.

Assvnu. TllUDlE HUNTER.

w. W. 4”_——.,-.--

WARNING WORDS.

 

A great talker cannot always listen;
so I give this as an excuse for my
abrupt entrance to this charmed circle.
In the HOUSEHOLD of Nov. 16th, 1891,
“89” gave us some sensible advice.
It is not much hardship to go without
pie when the table is loaded with cake
of several dilferent kinds. Sometimes
the cause for plainerfood on city tables,
as Compared with the farmer‘s, is that
each variety of fruit and fresh vegeta-
ble means a loosening of the purse‘
strings not experienced by said farmers.

I do not agree with “ 89 ” about city
housekeepers not making rag carpet.
Acity weaver once told me that for
every carpet woven for a farmer’s wife
she wove eight for city housekeepers.
And if she does not make rugs she
makes still poorer use of her time by
constructing crazy quilts and so forth.

My sympathies are with Grandpa.

world if we could! Isaylet him “ peep”
as much as he pleases.

too, but as mother is the one to “ tell it
all,” so I think that mother is the best
' judge of the time to tell it. A book

 

We cannot all think alike; what a dull '

A. H. J. is puzzled. I have been puzzled ‘

 

several years ago. Some girls are
more. mature at ten than others at
ﬁfteen. But show agirl you trust her
in such matters, and she will seldom
betray the confidence. Turn her a Nay
when she comes to you for knowledge
as she should, and many times she will
ask of those only too ready to explain.
Oh mothers, keep the conﬁdence of
your girls! They will soon be women
and gone from your loving care, and life
will be made hard or easy according
as you have started them on the road.
In the meantime don't forget the boys.
Often the counsels of a mother Will be
heeded when all others fail. You are
older and can see the pitfalls before
their feet. Point them out; show them
how to avoid them and God w'll reward

, your labors.

BE l'nY HOBBE [‘I‘.

. ___.._..__o.r.~).- -

 

WV :10 IS RESPON5} BLE ‘3

A suggestion for Old Bach. The
bright fire and cozy armchair which
Old Bach occupied were in a media
tative mood and imparted it to him, or
else memory threw her mantle of
witchery over the. past, recalling his
“ courting days” and what might have
been.

The majority of readers will, I think,
agree with him that it is a deplorable
state of affairs, and thinking we girls
would receive more censure (as usual)
than was right, I desire to show where
the blame should rest in the difference
between the girl of today and the. girl
of the past.

Whoever has charge of a child the
ﬁrst seven years is said to mold its
character. and as mothers usually have
the training it seems to me they are
responsible for the modern girl. If
they would instill sensible ideas in the
minds of their daughters, and not
sanction so many high notions, there
would be more of the good old- fashioned
type.

Little girls of ﬁve and six years will
speak ot their beaux as affably as some
girls of twenty years, thus you see the
difference in training. Instead of
having beaux and marriage as the
aim of girls’ existence, teach them

; that life was lent for noble duties. not

to be spent in dreams but to improve

and do feel about it? I do not think ‘ entitled “For Girls,” by Mrs. Sher— l themselves and make others happy.

there’are many who feel that way.

wood, solved the difﬁculty for me

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MENDON. ELTA (a daughter).

 


 

The Household.

 

FRIEND SHIP.

 

“In childhood's morn—in youth’s un~
clouded day—we gaze on Friendship
as alovely ﬂower, and win it for our
pleasure and our pride; but when the
stern realities of life do rack the under
cordage of the heart. it breathes a heal-
ing inﬂuence o’er us, next to the hope
of Heaven.”

Ican never repress a little sigh of
pity for the light-hearted, innocent
school girl who openly boasts-and
takes so much solid comfort in the
thought—that she possesses so many
friends, good true friends, m)re than
she can possibly count on her ten digits.
The chances are that when the school-
room is left and she cunes to grapple
with some of the tough old problems of
actual life, she will learn, as you and I
have, that friends, like various attrac-
tive looking pies, are most awfully un-
satisfactory in their "ﬁllin’.” There
is probably little in life more pleasing
than the tie of friendship between. two
psople, but oh! how frail the tie: It is
all very well as long as the ﬁnancial
horizon is clear and cloudless, just so
long as the sun of prosperity sheds his
broad beams down over us, but how,
when sorrow and trouble and sickness
overtake us?

“ Laugh. and the world laughs with you. ‘

Weep. and you weep illuul‘;
For the ﬁnd old earth can b irrow its mirth.
But has trouble enough of its own.“

Perhaps the heaviest sighs are over
what “ might have bsen," but I doubt
if there is any grief more pungent,
any tears more bitter than those shed
over misplaced friendship. There is
no sadder thought than that we are
utterly frieniless, standing alone—t4)
buffet with the winds of adversity. Not
always is it given us to control Circum-
stances; things are forced upon us; we
have to bear them even though they
become heavy like the burden Chris-
tian bore. A kind act, a word of
sympathy has saved many a doubting
soul while wading through deep waters.
I feel sure I shall strike a responsive
chord in some mother‘s heart when I
say that never are friends prized so
highly, never is a word of sympathy
so appreciated as when the little ones
are sick. How slowly the hours of the
night wear away, how interminable
seem the days when watching beside
the sick bed of our loved ones, knowing
that Death‘s angel is near, and what has
been lent us for alittle while is slip-
ping away from us! Who wants fair
weather friends? It is when a man is
down in the ditch that he wants help.
I pity from the very bottom of my heart
the friendless person—the one who
stands utterly alone whether wrestling
with aches and pains of the ﬂesh, or
lacerated feelings. I sincerely respect
the man who said “if after living a
long and useful life. he lay down on
the bed to die, and saw bending over
him one friend, one sincere friend,
who dropped a tear of sorrow (for th

 

life going out, he should think he had
lived his life well.”

There are people so constituted that
as far as external appearances are con-
cerned, they can live independent of
friends, but the majority of the human
family are built in such a way that
friends and sympathy are essentials. A
little ﬂower has often meant volumes,
given in His name who said “ Inas-
much as ye have done it unto one of
the least of these My children ye have
done it unto Me.”

BATTLE CREEK. EVANGELINE.

 

LITI'L‘L' GRAINS OF SAND.

 

One of my Christmas gifts is a real
curiosity to all beholders, although it is
only a bottle of sand. A deaf mute
living at McGregor, Iowa, takes the
sand from the pictured rocks there,
and having bell-shaped bottles for the
purpose, ﬁlls them in most wonderful
designs. The natural colors of the
rocky bluffs are so varied that beautiful
pictures can be wrought from the
simple pulverized grains of sand, that
will bear the closest microscopical in-
vestigation.

Mine has a pretty marine view with
four sail boats of different sizes, the
blue water showing the perfect reﬂec-
tion of the craft, with the white sails
standing out clearly against the back-
ground of green woodland and tinted
sky. the shading of the whole being as
perfect as if made with an artist‘s
brush. Above and below this scene the
sand is wrought in beautiful arabesque
designs and unique patterns of dia-
monds. waving and straight lines and
curious co nbinations. I can count
twelve distinct colors of yellow, green,
red, blue, white, black, etc; beside all
the shadings, and each pattern is so
clearly deﬁned that not one tiny grain
is out of place.‘

It is so wonderful that after ourselves
and our friends had speculated about
the method of its manufacture, arriving
at no satisfactory conclusion, I wrote
to the gentleman who prepares them,
as his full address was on the seal over
the cork of the wide-mouthed inverted
bottle. Some insisted that the design
was prepared in some way and the
glass blown over it, others that some
kind of mucilage was inside the glass
to hold the sand in place, as the de-
signs were worked up against it, and
others that all these patterns were
wrought as sanded paper and cut in
the shapes wanted, then put inside,
but in every case its accuracy refuted
all their surmises. An answer to my
letter is just received, and also one from
the donor, who saw the work done,
and both agree, but still we cannot
comprehend it. The sand is all put in
dry with tiny spoons and worked into
the shapes with sharp pointed sticks,
then backed up inside with common
sand and securely sealed, so that the
globes can be sent by express with per-

 

fect safety, the prices ranging from one
to four dollars, the marine view being
one of the most expensive. Some
bottles have a pretty bouquet of natural
colored ﬂowers, or scrolls with name
and date which are made to order, but
whatever it was, “ still the wander
grew ” that the grains of dry, shifting
sand could be so curiously placed, and
surely no one but a mute could do it,
for sometimes they seem endowed with
other senses that we who hear and talk
have not. EL SEE.

B omno.
“w..—

ALL SORTS.

Well there, I breathe more freely
again. I really was afraid our Beatrix
had been “literally snowed under,” for
when I looked over the little paper f0r
the name I always seek ﬁrst and found
it not, I confess to being disappointed;
but she seems to have survived the
storm and I breathe again.

Now, if she has strength enough left
I wish she would blow another blast of
that trumpet, so loud and long that we
would not have to be stared at so
blankly when we ask the dry goods
clerk for that “ﬂat pearl button with
four holes.”

“ D. E’s ” story brought the tears to
my eyes, as it will to many another
mother’s, for I thought of myown little
ones calling. “Sgeak to us when you
get down stairs, mama,” or “ Please
leave the door open just a little bit. a
tiny, ma'na,“ but I never could put my
little ones oti’ where I could not hear
every sound from their room and be
able to speak to them easily. It is much
easier to have “theories” about chil-
dren, until you have some of your own.
None know so well how to manage them
as old maids and bachelors, they say.

I vote for Grandpa; in fact I never
thought of being offended at anything
he said, but thought he was simply
trying to be funny, as so many men
think it is smart to throw slurs at the
women.

' Why haven‘t some of the readers an-
swered Beatrix’s inquiry about the $500
young man and the $300 young lady
getting married and setting up house-
keeping on the $500? Evangeline, Daf-
fodilly, El. See and others who have
ideas, I'd really like to know what the

runiversal verdict of the matrons would

be.

If you have to get a new spider try a
“wrought steel” o'ne; they are much
superior to the common iron ones, we
think, and are “unbreakable.”

I wonder if the readers know how
much help it is to have a ball of tape to
use in place of the everlasting “bias
piece” which has always been a bug-
bear to me! You will be surprised at
the number of uses you will ﬁnd for it.
I get a roll of 36 yards, one-half inch
wide, for nine cents, second quality,
and a ﬁner quality for twelve cents a
roll. At the rate we buy it in our
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a roll. I have sent to John Wana-
maker’s for it. It can be obtained in
three colors, black, drab and white.

I think Old Bach has made too wide
a sweep when he speaks of our modern
girls. There are some, I admit, who
do the things he complains of, but not
the majority; oh, no, not any more
than the majority of young men cri’mp
their front hair and wear corsets, etc.
I believe most of the girls mean to be
true and pure, and make better wives,
as a rule, than the men make husbands.
There are very tew women. who, if
they marry the man they love, are not
willing to live within the means he
provides. The great trouble is with
too many of the young men, they ex-
pect to keep up their own old style of
living and want the wife to do all the
economizing.

If I had a daughter who was going to
be married I’d put her up to manage a
little of th 3 money or income business

before she was tied too securely.
. EDN A.

H—

IN THE PLANT WINDOW.

 

" Come. gentle air! and while the thickets bloom
Convey the jasmine‘s breath divine;
Convey the woodbine's rich perfume.
Nor spare the sweet-leaved eglantine."

Although there are none of the
jasmines that can withstand the winters
here in the garden, they are of all house
plants I have ever known, the most en-
joyable. J. grandifiormn may, after
the plants are over a year old, be
planted in the garden. The better
way is to plunge the pot, and until the
last of August rem we all ﬂower buds
to insure a longer season of bloom when
winter comes. Good rich loamy, ﬁbrous
soil, with about one-quarter of rotted
manure, is the chief requirement of the
jasmine. J. rerolufum has golden
yellow flowers and is more of a shrub;
in the South it will grow very rapidly
to the height of ten and twenty feet.
With us, as a house plant, three or four
feet is a good large growth. The
Cistrum, or night blooming jasmine, is
aSouth American plant of m )st deli-
cious fragrance, dispensing its odors
principally in the evening. I often
wonder why this class of plants is not
more often seen in the homes of the
ﬂower lovers. They are easily cared
for and are most desirable in every way.

The Manettia vine is not hardy
enough to winter in the garden, and if
planted out it will require about the
same management as the Maderia
vine. The Manettia when potted and
pruned for the house blooms on freely.
The Maurandia will not bloom in the
house, and unless given a complete
holiday through winter will not blos-
som the following autumn. These old
familiar friends, so laden with their.
own peculiar sweets, should never be
laid aside. The Dutch honeysuckle for
an outdoor climber has no rival, and is
graceful as well as sweet. Speaking of
old time favorites brings to mind the
eglantine of the poets, our sweet-briar,

  

 

so laden in branch and flower witha
fragrance all its own. When desired
it is easily trained into a climber, and
after having possessed asweet-briar we
never wish to see it displaced. I so
love all sweet odorous things in house
or garden; they bless us so freely if
given half a chance. I give them ﬁrst
place and others as fancy dictates.
FENTON. MRS. M. A. FULLER.

 

 

CHAT.

 

A. H. J. says:

“My Manettia vine grows well and
blooms freely, but the leaves turn
black on the ends and curl up. Can
any one tell me what ails it? I have
tried fertilizing, giving more water.
less sunlight, then more again, all
without avail. I have some double
wall ﬂowers in my window. All the
catalogues say that if treated so and
so, they will bloom all winter. Mine
look thrifty, but are just beginning to
bloom (Feb. 23d). I wonder what makes
them so tardy! My one success this
winter is a pot of Bldg/{m Spectahz’lis.
1 took up the root some time in Sep—
tember and left it out doors until after
several freezings, then set it in the
cellar sexeral weeks, and about the
middle of January, four weeks after I
put it in the window, it was full of blos-
soms."

COUNTRY COUSIN, hailing
Mason, writes us:

“I would like, with the Editor’s per-
mission, to invite Lima to visit the
HOUSEHOLD again. and bring the boys
who will he wanted to make suitable
and worthy companions for the girls of
her letter in the HOUSEHOLD of Feb.
27th. I like to hear both sides of a
subject and have always beenagreat
advocate of fair play; and for that
reason would like to see the boys of to-
day shown in some of their latest ac-
complishments. A bevy of good old-
fashioned girls brought suddenly upon
the present social scene would be an
object of cold curiosity, I fear, to the
balance of young society, and I am
afraid would be poorly appreciated and
wish themselves back again in the old-
fashioned times. If we could only have
some of the old—fashioned times and
the girls too, both would be acceptable
blessings and improvements upon the
present times.”

from

 

A LADY who sings herself Bess, but
whose nom de plume we take the
liberty of changing to “ Beth,” because
our Bess, of Plainwell, will not wish an
infringement on her right to the name,
says:

“I think the compliment Grandpa
gave us in regard to woman’s superior
propensity for peeping, rather a dOubt~
ful one. I would say to Old Bach,
don’t be too hard on the girls. Don‘t
you think in a great many cases the
mothers are quite as much to blame as
the girls! They do not teach them the
necessity of learning to do housework
well, or try to interest them in it. I
have heard many a nether say: ‘I
would rather do the work myself than
to be bothered with the girls.’ If the
girls in your vicinity are in such a
‘deplorable condition’ it must be an
exception. There is a great deal of
good being done in this world today by
girls. I see no reason why a girl
should not have an ambition for paint-
ing and music equal at least to her

 

ambition for washing dishes, which she
will probably become an adept in when
she secures that wonderful prize, a
husband.”

 

EVA, of Watervliet, says some pleas-
ant words concerning the HOUSEHOLD,
compliments Beatrix’s f l ied cakes (wish
we had one this minute), and sends
some recipes of her own which she says
have been often tested, never fail with
her, and which will be found in the
proper corner.

 

C. J. M, writing from Hillsdale,
pays her compliments to a late cor-
respondent as follows:'

“In reply to Old Bach in the article
‘The Modern Girl,’ I would inquire if
his vision is unimpaired and brain
clear? Surely the picture he has
drawn differs vastly from the reality,
so far as my acquaintance goes. Many
of the girls (and I might say most of
them) get up in the morning and get
breakfast for the family (after starting
the ﬁres while the boys lie in bed till
they are called): then wash dishes,
sweep, dust, make beds. bake bread,
cake and pies: can cook meats and
vegetables nicely. are good natured.
kind and thoughtful for the comfort of
their parents, brothers and sisters; and
besides being able to sew, crochet
neatly, embroider and paint, can play
the organ well. They know where
they get their pocket money and how
to make the most of it; and if some
sensible young man wants a good wife,
one who will be a helpmeet and a
blessing to him down the journey of
life. he need have no fears of being
sold to choose from among them. But
it would of no use for Old Bach to
apply, as he has shown himself to be a
grumbler.”

 

EDNA J. PERRY, of Ionia, writes a
very nice letter to the HOUSEHOLD in
which she says:

“My papa takes the FARMER and
HOUSEHOLD. and I read it and like it
very well When we like to read it so
well I think we ought to write some in
it, so as to cheer the hearts of others
that write often. I don’t think it is
right to enjoy reading it and not write,
do you? I am but ten years old, but I
can make bread and cookies, and send
my cookie recipe."

______...______

A NEW ARRIVAL. ,

 

We subscribed for the FARMER only
recently. and husband likes it very
much, while I wonder how I ever
managed to eke out my narrow ems-
tence without reading the cheerful
HOUSEHOLD. I am one of those who,
as Euphemia says, “go on week after
week enjoying the HOUSEHOLD and
wondering how it is kept up to its al-
ways interesting state." While our
whole family have been suffering with
the grippe, I have had the HOUSEHOLD
letter stored away in my head, and
have been waiting for that “ more con-
venient season” which never seems to
come. Beatrix awoke such an echo in
my heart when she wrote "Store Ac-
counts,” and also the article under
“1892 ” in the HOUSEHOLD of Jan. 9th,
thatl said “I believe I will do what
I never even attempted to do before in

 


 

4:

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my life, and write to the HOUSEHOLD!”

Oh! if we only would, we certainly
could “take whatever of happiness is
in our grasp each day,” and thus make
life so much more worth living. Try
writing afew lines for the HOUSEHOLD,
for instance, anl see if it does not
break the monotony, and make your
heart thump right lively when you get
the next week’s paper.

Grandma has asked for an opinion
from some of the farmers’ wives on the
subject she wrote about concerning the
style of dress (or undress) in the
photographs of the leading lad" es of the
World’s Fair. I for one, can truly say
“ Amen” to her remarks; and hope
that the day is not far distant when
women will know that men—true men
——~admire them for the cleverness of
the inside of their heads, and the kind-
ness in their hearts, rather than the
symmetry of their fair necks and arms.

Now, if this ﬁrst visit of mine to the
HOUSEHOLD does not meet with scorn,
and consequently that big basket that
begins with a “W,” I will come again
and, perhaps, give some good, well tried
cooking recipes. DWARF.

Novr.

[Wei], you see you've escaped the has-
ket. Now come again, please, and
bring those promised recipes] ‘

 

 

F. L. NYE BEARD FROM.

DEAR HOUSEHOLD, “I still live!”
Those words, uttered ﬁrst by one of our
forefathers who knew a great deal
about what he was speaking of, have
become classic. That is why I use
them. If I can get hold of something
classic, I always use it in preference to
slang. But on account of adefect in
my early education my stock of classic
remarks is limited, while the other
stock seems to grow steadily in three
ways—by accretion, association and as-
similation.

Butte return to my subject: As I
remarked, “I still live!” Do you? I
have not seen your obituary so take it
for granted that you are still spreading
like a green bay tree, and holding
clinical, discussative debates over the
ever recurring question of “Has the
married woman any business to have a
business word to say or a business dol-
lar to spend or save, about or out of the
business in which she has for ages been
a silent partner,” and a—Oh dear me!
I’ve forgotten the rest of it. But if you
have settled the question will not some
gentle. high~strung sister acquaint me
with the verdict? Not because it is
not settled in my own mind. No, it
has always been settled there. But I
know how much it is worth to been
the popular side. So I don’t wish to

commit myself until I’m sure of being
there.

In the course of time and of human
events it will be two years since my
silvery notes have been heard in our
HOUSEHOLD.

But now they’re going

 

to peel again! So put the cat out and
turn down the lights, so that the eﬁ'ect
of the echo may not be lost on the
desert a1r.

I suppose you all would like to know
somewhat of the “how,” “ what” and
“where” of my existence; and being
of a communicative and constructive
composition, also fond of obliging
people to know more or less of the
geography and astronomy of my life, I
reluctantly proceed to pen my tale,
which being less than two years of age
is not long.

Firstly, as to the “How?” Free!
“Richard is himself again.” (Classic)

Secondly, as to “What?” School
work. I have taken up the old familiar
work that I loved so well. In it I ﬁnd
“ respite and nepenthe.”

Thirdly, as to the “ Where? ” In the
old familiar haunts and hills, amongst
the old familiar faces and friends. The
school ofﬁcers who hire me today were
pupils in my schools in other years,
and the children—well, they seem in a
way to belong to me, and we are all
very happy together. I can appre-
ciate Tell’s address to the Alps as I
clamber over these hills, fervently
thanking God that to me is Once more
granted freedom of hand, head and
heart, while I am permitted to ﬁnd in
auseful, congenial work that which in
great measure atones 'for the want of
the home and domestic ties and rela-
tions which every true woman-nature
instinctively yearns for, and which
many, possessing, do not appreciate. I
have said before in these columns, long
ago, in the happy days of " The~Home-
in-the-‘Hills” time. that I hoped I
should be permitted to work up to the
exact date of the ringing down of the
curtain of my mortal life. I wish it
now with added force. Love to all the
dear old HOUSEHOLDERS.

URTONVILLE. E. L. NYE.

 

HASH.

 

Looking over a bundle of old papers a
few days ago I found the menu of meals
prepared by two girls during a week’s
vacation. They were a source of both
pleasure and amusement and some
proﬁt as well. In them I found a hint
of a characteristic more fully devel )ped
since, for although told to have any-
thing they wanted, one dish appears at
each meal for several days, because
nothing must be wasted. But the waste
might be avoided in some better way.
Is it a help in arranging for a variety
to make a note of what was served at
meals say for a week at a time? I
have thought it might be.

Will some old maid please tell us
what she ﬁnds lacking in the young
men and boys of today? Perhaps Old
Bach could do so. Certainly such a
change as he pictures must have come
by slow degrees, and the boys have
evidently inherited enough of the de-
generacy of the mothers so that they

    

fail to realize fully the faults of the girls,
Sad state of affairs, is it not?

I am sorry Sister Gracious should
have fared so ill with broomstick fur-
niture. I have never tried that but
have made a book rack this winter that
I mean some day to tell the HOUSEn
HOLD about. Perhaps she has not me-
chanical skill. '

My surprise has been considerable at
so few being willing to attack the $500 a
year for two query. A friend asked me
to give my views, but as I am better in-
formed on that amount for one, have
not yet ventured.

Have any of the readers of ,the HOUSE-
HOLD tested the recipe for hash, given
recently in some paper, and which con~
tained as many different ingredient as
possible, including among others one
Rhode Island Greening apple? As the
compounder was said to be an epicure I
wanted to test it, but have not yet had
opportunity. Should any one desire
the recipe I will take pleasure in try«

ing to ﬁnd and forward itfor the beneﬁt
of all. Those who don’t like hash bet-

ter skip this.
J EANNE ALLISON.

_._.__......_._._

THE March number of the Ladies}
Home Journal contains a very interest-
ing article, with portraits, on the un-
happy and unfortunate ex-Empresa
Eugenie, the. woman whose reverses.
and misfortunes so strongly contrast
with her former magniﬁcence and
glory that all tender hearts are stirred
at memory of the royal recluse awaiting
the end in exile. All the Journal‘s de-
partments are full and interesting. and
it furnishes a large amount of whole--
some miscellany lor the home.
W

Contributed Recu: es.

MARBLE CAKn.——-’\Viiife part: Whites of
eight eggs; two cups of white sugar; one cup
sour cream; one cup of butter; three and:-
one-half cups of flour; two teaspoonfuls of
cream of tartar and one teaspoonful of
soda. Dark part: Yolk-s of eight‘eggs; two
cups of brown sugar; one cup ofﬁNew 0r~
leans molasses; one cup of butter; one cup
of sour cream; four cups of ﬂour; two
tablespoonfuls of cinnamon; one table-
spoonfui of cloves; one tablespoonful of
allspice; one nutmeg; one teaspoonful of
soda. You can use one half this recipe. as
the whole makes a very large cake.

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BAKING Pownnu BISCUIT.‘ Put“ four tea-
cups of ﬂour into the mixing bowl, add two
tablespoonfnls of butter and mix quickly
with the hands. rubbing it,as you do for
piecrusi; notice how like a coarse powder it
looks. New sift in four :teaspoonfuls of
baking powder, and stir together lighty
and quickly till thoroughly mixed. Then»
add one and one-half cups of sweet milk.
Now stir altogether as quickly as possible.
Use a spoon to stir with, not the hand.
Flour the moulding board and turn the
dough upon it; roll up in a ball with as
little handling as possible, roll about one

half inch thick; bake in a very hot oven.
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CREAM COOKIES.-—TWO teaenpfnls of sugar-g;
one teaenpfnl of sour cream; half teacupfnt.
of lard; one egg; nutmeg; soda; ﬂour.

 

Ionn. EDNA J. Pram.

 

 

