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DETROIT, SEPTEMBER 5, 1887-

 

THE HOUSEHOLD-"Supplement.

 

 

THE FARMER‘S B [1 G UIL EMENTS.

 

[Poem read by Mrs. Edson Woodman, of Paw
Paw, before the East and West Farmers‘ Club.
August 23th .]

A "really truly" poem is far beyond me. quite,
And only the simplest jingle do I ever try to write

Deception in this age we meet on every hand.

And shams of every style and size are scattered
o’er the land;

There’s a cheat in everything we see or hear, I
guess.

From the glib—tongued agent‘s wares to our very
food and dress.

All share the curse and bear the blight, so com.
mon now a-days,

0f seeming to be what they are not, in ever so
many ways; .

Nature alone is undeﬁled with this disgraceful
gain

By any means, no matter what, to selﬁsh ends
attain.

As “ Nature‘s noblemen " we farmers and farm-
ers” wives

Must closely bar and guard the gates that lead
unto our lives;

And While we keep our own hands clean, watch
out with both our eyes

That we don‘t get bit with some great scheme,
some wonderful new device,

That promises fair to do great things, if we'll
only just invest

A paltry sum that we can spare—the machine
will do the rest.

But the patent man who comes along with
“ rights ” to sell some day,

Claims a royalty on the business which we must
ﬁght or pay.

The great Bohemian swindle, which has only
just exploded,

Is only one of the burdens with which the farm-
er’s back is loaded,

And I should’nt wonder if the hedge, this osage
orange craze,

would add another to the list ere very many
days.

The lightning rod has many styles, and an agent
for each one

Calls ‘round some day ‘bout dinner time to tell
of wonders done,

0f bare escapes that we have had from such an
awful fate

That come, to all who fail to buy before it is too
late.

And there’s so very manyimore—a new way
every day—-

To get around the farmerQwho is’nt “ posted ”—
so they say.

“Allis not gold that glitters," and quite fre-
quently we ﬁnd

These fellows have an end in view, there is an
“axe to grind ;”

And the farmer to “ accommodate” too oft the
crank has turned,

And ﬁnds, too late, a thankless task, as well as
ﬁngers burned.

But thanks to our societies—Grange, Farmers‘
Clubs, and such—

We hope that we’ll grow wiser now, and won‘t
get beat so much.

 

ANOTHER POINT OF VIEW.

“Mary has left us,” said a friend the
other evening as we stood chatting over the
garden gate in the twilight. “Not for good,
I hope,” I replied, knowing how Mary,
“the girl,” was regarded in the family.
“No, she is coming back in a couple of
months, but she was tired, and wanted to
visit her home, as it had been three years
since she was there, so we let her go.
Mamma and I are managing the work; we
would rather do it than take a strange girl
into the house, even if Mary is gone three
months. We miss her very much; she is a
household treasure, and so gentle and re-
ﬁned in her ways. She is as much of a lady
as if she lived on Woodward Avenue and
had a million of dollars.” Then my friend
went on to say that Mary took with her
$500, her savings during six years of service
with her present employer and in his sister’s
family. She receives three dollars per week.
and out of this $156 yearly wage, she has
saved an average of over $80 annually. She
has dressed neatly, as well as her position
demands; no silk dresses or cheap jewelry,
and has a suitable wardrobe to take with
her to the little Canadian village she calls
home.

I should like to know if in this city, or
any other for that matter, there is a
saleswoman in a store, receiving the
usual salary of $5 or $6 per week, de-
pendent upon her own exertions for a liv-
ing, as was this one, who from her salary
has saved as much money, or even half as
much, in the same time. If there be a bona
ﬁde instance, I will say no more about the
superior advantages of domestic service over
bondage to a counter. For Mary is not a
myth, but. a "real live ” girl, whose faithful
service has so endeared her to her employ-
er’s family that they regard her almost as
one of their number.

Mary has a brother in Canada who would
be glad to have her remain in his house. He
has a wife and family, and she would be ex-
pected to assist in the housework. He
offers her no wages, and she would have to
depend upon other sources for clothing and
pocket money. In other words, with the
kindest possible intentions, he would give
her a hired girl’s work without a
hired girl's wages. But Mary’s good
sense led her to prefer independence and
regular wages to a home with neither, so

‘she came to this city, and quietly set about

doing the work she was most competent to
do.

But there is something to be said in re-
gard to Mary’s employers. There is, on

 

their part. no wish to look upon her as a be-
ing of a different social caste, no attempt to
“ make her know her place.” The children
—there are two, one seven, the other eleven
—are taught to respect her wishes in her
own domain, the kitchen; and are not al-
lowed to tease or annoy her. There is no
fretful fault-ﬁnding, and yet the work is
done according to the mistress’ wishes. The
young lady daughter has been known to say,
“ Mary, don’t you want to go to prayer meet-
ing with me tonight?” and has more than
once taken Mary and the children down to
the boat for an afternoon on the river. Her
room is neatly furnished, her bed acoinfort-
able one. Yet she is not introduced to
guests, nor does she sit at table with the
family, and in neither of these omissions
does she ﬁnd a hardship. Here then is a
family which carries its Christian fellowship
into all the practical relations of life, saying
in effect “We wish of you faithful service,
but our obligation does not end with the
weekly wage we 13 iy you. As an inmate of
our house, even though in a servant’s place,
we owe you consideration and kindly inter-
est as a fellow being.”

There is a great deal to be said on both
sides of “ the hired girl problem.” Beyond
doubt, the real reason girls who must earn
money «will not work in a kitchen lies not in
the work itself—for they work harder and
have less time in other employments—but
because they will not submit to the petty
tyranny of some women. No self~respect-
ing girl will be considered as less than the
dust beneath another woman‘s feet, simply
because the latter has money and a home
and she has neither. My observation
teaches me that the most truly well-bred
people rarely ﬁnd it nprmqsnry to assert
themselves by putting down others in order
to be reSpected. The social part of the
problem need not be a “a rock of offense”
if there is only a right understanding of it,
and mutual forbearance and charity. One
cannot conceive of a happy home where
there is a perpetual antagonism between
those who serve and those who are served;
nor can either party ﬁnd comfort, serenity
or good temper under such conditions. A
woman will labor day and night for love’s
or duty’s sake without a murmur; she will
work like a slave for a drunken husband or
helpless children, yet the moment she labors
for hire she must dictate the cond1tions of
her labor or there is war; conversely, a wo-
man will accept the most bungling service
when it is proffered for love‘s or duty’s
sake, but the moment wages are given she
becomes imperious, exacting, unreasonable.
For a real good slave-driver—a Legree in

    


 

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petticoats—commendgme to the woman who
does not comprehend that it is due to her
own position as mistress to treat servants
with consideration, that as superior it is no—
blcsse oblige to be courteous to inferiors:
and who withal takes satisfaction in being
overbearing and insolent to her help, to
make them “ know their place.”

BEATRIX.
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INSECTS, BIRDS AND BOOKS.

 

All this summer I have enjoyed frequent
rides into the country; and wondered more
than once why people who live there all the
time do not take more delight in the numer-
ous beauties everywhere apparent to careful
observers. Perhaps one reason may be that
so much time in the country schools is de-
voted to reading, writing and arithmetic,
and none at all to those really delightful

, studies, which help us to appreciate the
world in which we live.

A very superﬁcial observer may enjoy the
brilliant colors of a butterﬂy or moth, but
the insect is much more interesting if you
know which of the two it is, and are ac-
quainted with its different stages of exis-
tence. How many people know the ex-

- ceeding beauty of the beetles to be found on
every country road during the day? Some
of them well deserve to be called the gems
of the earth, as humming birds are called
the jewels of the air. I think every girl
would ﬁnd her walks in wood or meadow
would become much more interesting if she
would read a good work on natural history,
and then set to work to collect all the rare
and curious specimens she can ﬁnd. A
very good way to keep them is to pin them
on corks out about a quarter of an inch
thick, and an inch or more in diameter, ac—
cording to the size of the specimen. Fasten
these into cigar boxes with glue, and label
them carefully, putting all belonging to the
same order together. Always be sure
that the chloroform or camphor has quite
done its work, before putting the pin
through the body of your victim. There
were some heart-rending scenes in our
class this spring, owing to too great haste
on the part of the collector.

Birds are of course an almost unending
source of delight to the amateur naturalist.
One day I counted eight different Species
while driving three miles. When botany
and natural history and perhaps geology
have been introduced into our district
schools, there will be fewer complaints of
boys and girls staying at home or going
away to school.

I was so glad to see by the article from
Beatrix that books are not a forbidden sub—
ject in the HOUSEHOLD. If “As dull as
an American novel” is to become a pro-
verb, let us have as an offset, “ As bright
as an American story,” the latter class
to include Miss Alcott’s books, “ Our
Helen,” its sequal, “ The Asbury Twins,”
and many others. “Jo’s Boys,” in which
the March family bid a ﬁnal farewell to the
public, is quite up to the standard of Miss
Alcott’s books. Somehow we never get
tired of the fresh, lovable characters she-
aresents to us. More than one girl feels as
- she had lost an old friend when the cur-
;ain drops on J o and Laurie and the rest.
"Rudder Grange,” by the author of “ The

 

 

Late Mrs. Null,” should be read by every-
one who enjoys a good laugh. Mr. Stock-
ton has the rare faculty of being funny but
not sillv.

No one can complain of dulness in any of
the new southern stories which are so
popular at present. One of these, “ Obliv-
ion” by M. G. McClelland, gives so many
lovely pictures of life in the mountains of
the south. The rough mountaineer Dick is
one of the grandest characters of modern
ﬁction. Very different from these strong,
enjoyable books are the ﬂat, silly novels of
Howells. In fact that author seems to be
trying to see how much trash he can palm
off on the public as true—to-life descrip-
tions. If ever two persons were as unut-
terably absurd as the hero and heroine of
his new novel, “April Hopes,” they should
have been sent to an asylum for idiots.

Everyone who lives near the great lakes
should read Miss Woolson's “Castle No-
where.” It is a collection of sketches,
every one good. I have wondered lately
why we do not here more about Miss Wool-
son. Her books are all popular, but the
magazines, usually so quick to tell us of the
appearance and personal history of an
author, have, at least so far as I have heard,
been quite silent about her.

I wish more of the ladies of the HOUSE-
HOLD would write about their favorite
authors and books. To me there is nothing
more pleasing than literary gossip.

PORT HURON. E. 0.

-—----OOO-—
TACT.

 

I wonder if this will escape the waste
basket? and I also wonder if the ladies who
have written such interesting articles for our
HOUSEHOLD have ever been as selﬁshly in-
clined as myself? It does not require much
effort on the part of the reader to endorse
or reject the sentiments that are expressed
by others; but it does need a certain amount
of energy and tact to write an article for
the paper—at least it is so with me. Web-
ster deﬁnes tact as “ nice perception or
skill,” and do we not realize it at times
when everything goes wrong and somebody
comes to our rescue with cheerful words
and helping hands?

Did you ever notice the diﬂerence among
your many friends when you meet them?
Some are so funereal in everything that you
feel dejected and blue in a short time, and
imagine yourself almost a nonentity in com-
parison to their stiff precision and chill
manners. They scan you from head to foot,
and you know they are mentally contrast-
ing you with themselves. For the time you
lay aside your own originality and are drift-
ing along, you hardly know where, and
mentally asking yourself “ What is the
matter? Oh dear, how depressed I do feel!”
Then, there are others you meet, with spark-
ling eyes, faces shining with love to humani-
ty; you grasp the hand and a cordial shake
is the result. The whole system thrills
with pleasure, you feel invigorated at once
and soon are indulging in a ﬁrst rate chat.
The sun seems to shine brighter and your
breathing is easier, everything runs smooth-
ly. We do enjoy people who understand
how to live, and are gifted with the great
boon of tact. Some of us ﬁnd we are

 

obliged to use a little in getting. married,
but we need a great deal more afterward.
The wife must manage her household with
skill, and economy should be one of her pet
virtues. It has been said by some one that
“A sound economy is a sound understand-
ing brought into action,” “calculation
realized.” If that is the case, which I think
every one will agree looks reasonable, why
should we not practice it more in our every
day life? Show me the woman who will
confront a. wagon load of company with a
smile of welcome, when her pantry is
rather scantily supplied, as is the case often
in country life, and make every one feel at
ease, and I will venture to say she has the
ability to spread the table with a good

wholesome dinner, and her guests depart,

with the feeling that it is a good place
to visit? She has the tact to submit cheer-
fully to circumstances she could not con-
trol, and proceed accordingly. I remember
alaughable incident that I read of alady
who was found in that pitiable condition;
she excused herself as soon as possible,
went into the kitchen and kicked every in-
animate thing that she came to until she
was satisﬁed; then she set about thinking
and made up her mind she would never
mend the matter that way; her only course
was to make the best of it and have a good
time.

We often see people who are indeed what
the world would call poor, who dress neat-
ly and in a very becoming manner; every
article of their apparel is daintily arranged.
You cannot imagine how Mrs. Blank can
manage to keep herself and family looking
so well upon their slender income. Is it
extravagance? Oh no! nobody thinks for a
moment they are living beyond their means.
The cloak she has worn four or ﬁve winters
looks nearly as good as new; the old cash-
mere has been renovated, the last year’s hat
retouched, and now with a pair of new
shoes and gloves her suit is complete; you
enter her house and chrything betokens
comfort; the rooms are decorated with
pictures and ornaments; triﬂing in them-
selves, but each adds a beauty of its own;
every piece of furniture is placed to show
off at the best advantage; the draperies are
of cheap material, but taste and skill are
combined, and with a very small outlay of
money, the home is made very attractive.
We are impressed with the idea if that the
husband is not happy it is his own fault.

Bruneﬁlle remarked about the difference
in the two sisters. I believe Lu has the
tact to spread sunshine around her, and
derive a great amount of pleasure from life.
It is a lamentable fact that too many women
are willing to bind themselves at home, and
drudge almost constantly, for the sake of
getting rich, or with the idea they are better
housekeepers in the end. I live in the
country and how I do enjoy it after living
in the city a number of years. I laughed
heartily when Iread the trials of Beatrix in
house-hunting (I hope she will pardon me
for enjoying the story of her adventures),
but it is such a. rare treat to be the mistress
of a neat little cottage of your own, with
pleasant surroundings, enabling one to gaze
upon the works of nature and breathe pure
air every day. The people in our neigh-
borhood are real live, wide-awake farmers,

 

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willing to mix intellectual recreation with
their work. Every winter we haVe a course
of lectures; some of the speakers are as able
as the State of Michgan alt‘ords. In sum-
mer we have preaching and sabbath schools
in the country school houses, also camp
meetings in beautiful groves, and no end of
socials and picnics. The Farmers’ Picnic
at Pleasant Lake was largely attended, and
(with few exceptions) was regarded as a.
successful one. We had the pleasure of
listening to a ﬁne practical speech from our

‘ farmer governor, Mr. Luce, and I must say

I was proud of him as he stood there before
us, a representative of what an intelligent
tiller Of the soil may and can become. The
time has gone by when the farmer is looked

upon as a clodhopper. AUNT POLLr.

Masox.
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PLEASANT CONVERSE.

 

If so small a thing as plenty of “ copy”
can make our Beatrix happy surely she
ought not to be left miSerable, for all the
HOUSEHOLD readers are her debtors, and I,
for one, feel that it is almost selﬁsh to re-
ceive so many good things without trying to
help a little in return. But doing all the
farm house work and caring for the sick
member of the family leaves little leisure for
letter writing. The letter “In a. Book
Store” was, to me, more interesting than
its interesting predecessors and I’ve read it
several times; not from lack of reading but
because I appreciated it. Inasmuch as it’s
the proper thing to read Haggard now-
a-days I am trying to read “King Solomon’s
Mines.” A friend sent it to me, but from a
hasty sketch I thought it too Munchausen-
like for my present state of mind, and had
laid it aside for future reference. What a
satisfaction it is when reading the book re-
views to understand to what they have re—
ference, and as no less than four of my
twelve weeklies have contained sketches of
the book above mentioned, I decided that
it must be worth reading.

It was E. L. Nye, I think, who condemn-
ed.the kerosene stove, because everything
was blackened with the smoke thereof; but
the new one, over which I boiled water for
tea and cooked eggs to-night, must be an
improvement, for the new tin ware used had
not the smell or stain of smoke aboutit, and
a flat-iron set directly over the blaze was
just as clean, and all this convenience for
one dollar. It is invaluable for the sick
room, not only for the patient’s food but in
warming ﬂannels, making poultices or heat-
in g water for a bath.

I wonder if C. B. R., of Vicksburg, knows
whereof she speaks when writing of “ Our
Missing Ones?” I have written just as re-
signedly as that, supposing that I realized
what I was writing, but I did not. There is
“ one above all others ” and, until that one
is taken, we cannot understand what death
means. When one can, after a few weeks
or months, “ take up the burden of life
again” and go on as before it is well to talk
of resignation; but when the weary years
bring no gleam of sunshine because, for
them, there is no sun, it is quite another
thing.

The decision regarding “ Our Happiest
Hours,” by Evangeline, is a letter that is
worth re-reading, even though we may not

 

agree with her when she says “ there is no
love like mother love.” A private letter of
condolence says: " I send you my heartfelt
sympathy—the sympathy of one who has
suffered, but not as you sutfer, for though
the tie that binds parent to child be strong
and tender, yet still more strong, more
tender is the tie which. binds us to our
chosen life companion, and its sundering
must be beyond comparison with any other
bereavement.”

The HOUSEHOLD Hints tell 110w to re—
move mil lew but can any one give an
“antidote" for copperas stain‘.’ From its
use as a medicine some sheets and under-
clothing are ruined, not as to their durabil-
ity, but because no one would hang them
out from the wash. By the by, this hang-
ing out clothes is quite an index to one’s
habits. Yesterday I drove past a yard
where a large white washing was on the
line, but oh such a conglomeration! Sheets,
towels, underwear, table linen, no two of a
kind together, and all hung on a “ skew.”
My ﬁngers just itched to bring order out of
that chaos, andI believe I’d discharge a help
as quickly for that as for any one thing.

Old Hundred, you’re an old friend, news-
paperially—and I agree with you in regard
to the nom de plumes, so I remain, as ever,

WASHINGTON. EL. SEE.

HH—
MAKING JELLY.

I saw in the HOUSEHOLD not long ago an
inquiry about jelly-making which I meant to
have responded to before by giving my own
method, which I think will prove a help to
the inexperienced housekeeper who com-
plained her jellv—or was it jam?——was
strong and dark colored. I think that gen-
erally jelly is boiled too much, making it
strong, hard and ﬂavorless. I scald up any
kind of fruit, heating it through, and add—
ing little or no water, turn it into a stout
jelly bag and let it drip through, never
squeezing the bag. This juice I heat to the
boiling point, skim if necessary, and boil
ﬁve minutes, then add the sugar, let come
to a boil, skim, and turn into the cups. I
use nicked teacups, goblets with the stem
broken olf, and cheap tumblers for jelly
glasses instead of the glasses with covers;
I have these otherwise useless dishes and so
utilize them. Seal with circles cut from
writing paper coven’d with white of eggs,
applied while the cups are warm, and set
the jelly in the sun to harden. I do not get
scared if it is not perfectly stiff even the
morning of the day after it was made, and
my jellies are always delicate in color, rich in
ﬂavor, and “spreadable,” “if I do say it as
shouldn’t.” Raspberry jelly does not set
as readily as some other kinds, and will

.bear longer boiling. A neighbor of mine

has any quantity of crab-apples; these make
a stiff jellv, of not very strong ﬂavor.
When her crabs are ripe she .gets out the
red raspberry jelly she made in July and
adds three parts of the crab-apple jelly to
one of the raspberry, putting it in when the
crab-apple jelly is boiling and stirring thor-
oughly. It ﬂavors the coarser jelly, and
makes it of better consistency, but for any-
thing but cake I prefer the pure raspberry
jelly. Over-ripe fruit does not make the
nicest jelly; the fruit should be fresh.
After the juice has done dripping from

 

the jelly bag I take my lard “ squeezers"
and press out the juice that remains, add
sugar, and make a jelly that is rather
“ cloudy” but which the children relish with
their bread and butter, or makes a good
jelly cake for a home “treat."

I do not relish apple jelly; it seems so in-
sipid. When I do make it I c'1oose Bald-
win apples—because they make a pretty
pink colored jelly, and add the juice of a
couple of lemons, shaving off the yellow
part of the rind to cook with the apples be-
fore straining.

I dislike very much to hear people talk
about “jell” insteady of jelly, and am glad
to see our little IIOUsEiIOLD ignores the
uncouth abbreviation. Cmrs.

NEW VENXcE, O.

———<w——

EVANGELINE RISES TO EXPLAIN.

Why certainly I am a farmer’s wife; I
should hardly think that I belonged in our
little HOUSEHOLD if I were not. AndI
have found from experience that we can find
time for many things beside our household
cares, if we only will it so. In the ﬁrst
place, I never crowd all the work l can
possibly accomplish into one day; I let each
day have its duties. In this way one is not
hurried and worried. And this same hurry
and worry to accomplish so much, and
failure to do the same, is what makes so
many fretful, cross women. Our little
ones have demands upon our time. We
should not push them elf out doors, and use
the time that rightfully belongs to them in
working. Half the happiness in rearing our
families is lost, if we never have time to
watch their cunning ways, and join in their
romps and games. I do not think that we
should feel as if they were put upon us as
an encumbrance, to make our work harder.
that we have no time for anything else. Of
course they add to our work, but by manag-
ing, we can plan a little and get along. For
instance: I never leave all my baking,
churning and cleaning for Saturday. If I
can possibly I churn on Friday; this sum-
mer having less milk than usual, Tuesday
has been our churning day. Friday I make
cake; some other day as needed, cookies.
jumbles or doughnuts are made, only one
kind at a time. Saturday comes, bread and
washing windows, sweeping, dusting, etc.
By doing a reasonable amount of cleaning
through the week, it does not add so much
to Saturday’s work. In this way one’s
afternoons are at their disposal for sewing.
reading or writing, and I do not think a
nap these hot afternoons is very much out
of place. I haven’t any sympathy with
women who run all the time with a rag or
dust brush in their hands, it is entirely un-
called for. When things are once in order
keep them so; when anything needs wash-
ing, wash it, but do not let imagination run '
away with your common sense. There is a
duty weowe toourselves, as well as to our
families; and the better care we take of our
bodies, the longer we will be spared to them.
Every time we violate the laws of Nature we
suffer for it.

The majority of women work as if the
idea of another day dawning had never
occurred to them. In this manner work
becomes drudgery. By letting each day
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can make it apleasure. A good washing
machine saves time and labor, and at present
prices is not an extravagance. We have
one called the Success. By turning the
clothes through twice no rubbing on the
board is necessary, unless it be waistbands
and collars. If one is fortunate enough
to have men who understand what the
broom at the back door is intended for, a
great deal of sweeping and brushing up is
‘ dispensed with. But I ﬁnd the most in-
dispensable article around is a small boy,
who is ready and willing to do, and takes
in the situation at a glance; who keeps the
woodbox full, the waterpail replenished,
sees that the potato basket holds enough for
the coming meal, picks beans and tomatoes,
“plugs” the melons to ﬁnd a ripe one,
pulls the baby in her cab, sets the dog on
the pet kitten and keeps the cookie jar
emptied. EVANGELINE.
BATTLE CREEK.
____..._____

A WARNING TO THE GIRLS.

 

Girls, are not we to blame for the in-
temperance of our land? That thought has
come to me very forcibly lately. And are
not we the principal if not the only means
of driving this terrible curse from our land?

If we would never offer wine to young
men, as is often done in large cities though
not in the country, and never receive the
attentions of those whose breath is tainted
with that cursed stuff, don’t you think it
could be done away with in time? Of
course it takes time to do everything, but I
am really afraid we will never be rid of the
abominable thing as long as young ladies
continue to show as much respect for those
who drink as for those who do not, and will
marry those whom they know take a glass
occasionally just for the stomach’s sake, or
some Other silly reason. As for me, just as
soon as a young man begins to take liquor,
or to show any respect for the saloon, my

. regard for him is gone. “ Well,” I have
heard girls say, “they make such lots of
money at the saloon business.” Sup-
posing they do, money doesn’t make a man
of anybody. A man without money if he
be honest is better than one with millions,
gotten" in such a dreadful manner. If this
should meet the eyes of any young man, I
hope he will not think I would have him
settle back in his arm chair and say there is
nothing for him to do to help rid the land of
this curse. We all have a part to perform,
and asto the man’s part I will not say what
I think. But it is said “the hand that
rocks the cradle, rules the world;” if so the
girls must be more than careful of their

actions. .

“ Think truly. and thy thoughts
Shall the world’s famine feed;
Speak truly, and each word of thine
Shall be a faithful seed;
Live truly, and thy life shall be
A great and noble creed.“

How many of our HOUSEIIOLD readers
have been to see the “ Battle of Atlanta?”
It is a wonderful sight, and no one can tell
you anything about it; you must see for
yourself in order to fully appreciate it. I
went down on an excursion from Ypsilanti,
and though it was raining a little when we
arrived in Detroit, and continued to rain
throughout the day. I had a very enjoyable

I too think there ought to be a little re-
striction to the husband’s actions as well as
the wife’s; and though “Outis” asked no
more of his ideal wife than a man could
reasonably ask, his idea of a husband is
“perfectly scandalatious.” I have one sug-
gestion to make, that is, that all men leave
the cigars and tobacco for some other
“feller.”

As to who shall carry the pocket book, I
think the woman’s pocket is less subject to
being picked, for no man could ﬁnd it, and
comparatively few women either, for that
matter. MARY B.

YPSILANTI.
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BUTTER-MARIN G.

No slip of the pen. We proceed as fol-
lows: We use the Davis swing churn;
capacity twenty gallons of cream. When
the butter is grained as large as ﬁsh spawn,
we add two or three pailfuls of cold water,
(we churn the cream at a temperature of 6‘2.
degrees, our well water stands at about 48
degrees), then churn a dozen strokes and
draw the buttermilk through a perforated
tin strainer. If. butter comes out, churn a
little more. Draw off, throwing on at the
last one more pailful of water, which carries
off the last of the buttermilk. Now add three
pailfuls of weak brine, stir thoroughly and
let stand thirty minutes. We put this
washing into the swill barrel. We now
add a brine stronger than the water will
dissolve the salt, say about three pounds of
salt to three quarts of water for ten pounds
of butter. Pour this over the butter and
stir thoroughly, partly by churning, partly
with the ladle; then let it stand an hour or
an hour and a half, stirring occasionally.

I will say that my husband has the whole
care of the butter until the last brine is
added, .hen I go to the milkr00m and while
caring for the butter by stirring now and
then, ﬁnd time to wash the pails and do
all the morning work.

Draw the last brine and let it drain
thoroughly, then it may be still ﬁne or
gathered into lumps like hen’s eggs. Then
with a large pounder used for packing,
pack that which lies under the opening in
the churn. Wring from cold water a cloth
which has been scalded, with it wipe the
brine from the top of the butter, turn with
a ladle. wipe the bottom and lay in not very
large pieces into your tub, wiping off or
sopping up the brine as you pack it. Now
move more of the butter from the ends of
the churn and proceed as before.

We use'the Champion creamery and our
cows are all grade Jerseys. My butter to-
day is hard and ﬁne in ﬂavor and color, and
shipped to Detroit each week, has no fault
found with it. We never use ice except in
cooling the milk. Our water is very hard,
so I never hate tried the keeping qualities
of our butter, and supposed the present de-
mand is for fresh butter.

Some of the requirements for making but-
ter easily, are a room used for nothing else;
positively it must be above ground; in
plenty of pure water easily got and easily
diSposed of ; and pure air about the premises.
I should say the place of the well would
decide the place for the creamery; but if you

thing I know of is the creamery. If not
plain I’ll try again.
For the babies I should say away with all
sour fruit and most of the vegetables, until
they have sixteen teeth. Then nature in-
dicates that the stomach is ready for masti.
cated food. If you wish‘ healthy children
see that their hands and feet are never cold
these damp days. MRS. SERENA STEW.
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BREAKFAST BACON.
As no one has answered the lady who
asks how to prepare bacon, I will try.
First, *oung meat is best, that from pigs
six or eight months old being preferred.
The sides over the ribs are used, cutting a
strip off each edge to have it of uniform
thickness. After cutting it in strips, take
four ounces of powdered saltpeter and six
pounds of salt to each hundred pounds of
meat. Heat and rub on every other day
till used; keep in a cool place where it will
not freeze; then smoke slowly.
FAIR GROVE. SHAMROCK.
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A BUSY housekeeper ﬁnds time to advise
us that stitching around the buttonholes
with the machine before they are worked
will greatly facilitate the working and
make them much more durable.

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Contributed Recipes.

 

ESTELLE PUDDING.-—Three eggs, well beat-
en: three tablespoonfuls white sugar; two
tablespoonfnls butter; three-fourths 'cup of
sweet milk; one cup chopped raisins; one
tablespoonfnl baking powder, and ﬂour suf-
ﬁcient to make the consistency of cake dough,
not too stiff. Steam half an hour. Serve
with sweetened cream. Flavor with vanilla.
Very nice.

RICE Arenas—Pour one quart sweet milk
over half a pound of rice which has been
well washed and salted; add one teacupful of
sugar. Steam until done. Rare and core
eight good cooking apples; place them in a
buttered pudding dish; ﬁllthe cavity in the
apples with jam or jelly, and sweet cream;
put the rice all around the apples, leaving the
tops uncovered; bake half an hour. Beat
the whites of two eggs, sweeten and cover the
pudding. Return to the oven; brown; serve
with sweetened cream.

ans’ anr PUI)DI.\‘G.-—Pal‘e and core,
without quartering, eight or ten good tart-
apples; place in a pudding dish. Make a cus-
tard of one quart of milk, the yolks of six
eggs; sweeten; add a little grated nutmeg and
pour over the apples. Bake slowly half an
hour, or until the apples are done. Use the
whites of the eggs beaten stiff with six table-
spoonfuls of sugar, to spread over the top;
brown slightly; serve hot or cold: it requires.
no sauce.

BOILED INDIAN PUDDING-—0ne pint molas-
ses; one pint sweet milk; four well-beaten
eggs; one pound beef suet, chopped ﬁne; salt;
add sufﬁcient Indian meal to make a very
thin batter. Fill a pudding bag two-thirds
full, and boil it three hours. Eat with maple
syrup and butter.

BAKED INDIAN PUDDING.——One quart sweet
milk; bring to a boil, and stir in one cup meal,
previously mixing it with water; add the
yolks of four eggs; teacupful brown sugar;
half cup molasses; teaspoonful ginger; half
cup-butter; a little salt; teacupful raisins;
bake slowly three-quarters of an hour; serve.

without sauce. EVANGELIN‘E.

 

 

time.

 

cannot have the room, then the next best

BATTLE CREEK.

    

  

 

 

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