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THE HOUSEHOLD-"Supplement.

 

 

SHOE STRINGS.
Oh, the Oxford ties are dainty. with their silken
laces neat,
And the summer girl now wears them in the
house and on the street;
They are ﬁrst for style and comfort—
No need now her feet to hide—
Bnt they have one tiresome drawback,
For they
Won’t S
m Tied.
So the girl goes meekly onward. conscious of
two dragging strings,
And. while quite nigh to sadness. thinks unntter-
able things;
Then she drape upon the greensward.
Blashes all her tan-mask through,
Buying: "Please excuse a moment

While I
Tie
My _
Shoe."
Then she buys some patent fast’ners. warranted
to clasp all day,

And they‘re lost. upon the pavement ere she's
gone a block away;
But the shoes are cool and dainty,
And the weather still is hot.
80 she ties those giddy shoe strings
In a
Real
Hard
~ Knot.
Happy the man who has the poet's heart.
E’sn though he lack the poet’s golden tongue 5
Kenny is he who having never sung
And hopeless e'er to sing though but small part
Of those fair visions that before him start,
Still lives within a world forever young.
Still walks high fancies. noble thoughts among.
And feels the inference which the planets dart.
“ Do thy duty. that is best;
Leave unto thy Lord the rest !
Whatsoever thing thou doest.
To the least of mine and lowest,
That thou doest unto me !"
—-Loaneuow’a “ Vision Beautiful.”

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THE G. A. R.

 

Detroit has been full of conventions
and assemblies all summer. We have
had Presbyterians and Knights,
Wheelsmen and labor organizations,
but all were dwarfed by the National
Encampment and twenty-ﬁfth anni-
versary of the organization of the
Grand Army of the Republic, which
was “the cap sheaf,” “the little round
button on top,” which outranked and
overtopped them all. Well, it was a
big time. Even “the oldest inhabi-

tant,” who can always remember some-
thing in the past that was bigger and
better than the present, had to give it
up and admit it was “ the biggest crowd
he ever saw.” '

Like a pretty girl expecting her

  

 

baau, the city put on its gala attire.
Everybody got his lawn mowed and
his hair cut. Uncle Sam putacoat of
yellow paint on the dingy board fence
which surrounds the place where with
dignity and deliberation beﬁtting the
size of the undertaking the old gentle-
man is building a postotﬁce. The
Soldiers’ Monument got a scrubbing,
the old postofﬁce had a bran new ﬂag,
and the fence round the City Hall was
hustled away between two days, just as
rail fences disappeared on Southern
plantations when “Sherman’s Bum-
mers” marched through Georgia.
Beautiful and imposing triumphal
arches were erected upon the principal
streets through which the parade
passed. One, at the intersection of
Woodward and Jefferson Avenues, was
a copy in miniature of the famous
Eiffel tower, and was covered with
symbolic war pictures. That on
Woodward Avenue near the Grand
Circus was crowned with cannon and
stacks of arms; another on West

' Fort St., the “Arch of Peace," was

painted to represent marble and covered
with palms and tropical plants from
Florida. Among its columns during
the parade were stationed forty-four
young ladies, one for each star in our
ensign, who showered ﬂowers upon the
grizzled veterans marching through.
And how the buildings all over the
city blazed with bunting and blossomed
with ﬂags, big, little and between! The
principal streets were vistas of red,
white and blue; and everywhere were
patriotic emblems, corps badges and
“Welcomes.” ‘ Many of the private
residences were beautifully decorated,
notably Gen. Alger’s, which struck me
as being one of the most artistically
managed, the interlaced festoons of
bunting being'looped with evergreen-
encircled stars, the White star of Peace
above them all. On some ﬁne houses
a magniﬁcent United States ﬂag formed
the only ornament, and indeed there
could be none more inspiring and
signiﬁcant; it was for that starry em-
blem the soldiers fought, and under its
stars they conquered. Other dwellings,
with- best intentions in the world,
looked simply funny, as if they had
donned patriotic petticoats for the oc-
casion; and some ﬁne lambrequin ef-
fects were noticed. I witnessed the
process of decorating one house, an old

 

tumbledown place which a thrifty fab
mer would hardly consider ﬁt for his
pedigreed pigs. Two ragged children,
mounted on an old barrel set upon the
doorstep, were nailing a couple of two-
cent ﬂags over the door, while an ad-
miring audience of equally ragged and
dirty youngsters criticized and ad-
mired, and the grandmother, with
arms akimbo and pipe alight, leaned
on the rickety fence and cautioned
“Tim, me bye, ye’ll take atumble ’to
yerself.” The bicyclers caught the
craze, and one man had so arrayed his
wheel that as he spun along I could
think of nothing but the harlequin’in
the show turning a. continuous somer-
sault down the Avenue. Even the
street cars had valances of tri-color and
the horses wore ﬂags behind their ears.
Hundreds of thousands of yards of bunt~
ing and hundreds of thousands of ﬂags
went to deck the city for the guests,
and everybody said “Never saw any-
thing like it! ”———and nobody ever did—-
not here.

Nor did those who had charge of the
arrangement and beautifying of the
Grand Circus and Belle Isle Parks‘il
early spring forget the “Silver En:-
campment ” was to be here in August,
and wrought out beautiful military
and naval emblems in ﬂowers and
foliage. The Alternanthera in "its
varied hues and dwarf habit lends itself
right kindly to such purposes, and mil-
lions of plants were used in the de-
signs. A triangular pyramid in Grand
Circus has on one side a portrait of the
Father of Our Country done in what
children call “old hen and chickens,”
with stones painted blue for eyes, and
though you may not believe it the like-
ness wasn’t bad—considering. The
designs of the other sides are the
monogram of the G. A. R. and a. stand
of arms. The Maltese cross of the
Nineteenth army corps, the clover leaf
of the Second, the Greek cross of the
Sixteenth, the crescent of the Eleventh,
the six-pointed star of the Eighth,
and many other such emblems are—
wrought in beds throughout the park.
There is an immense eagle carrying ~
a pennant inscribed “Union Forever,”‘
and a Grand Army badge in correct
colors.

On Belle Isle the narrow strip separa-
ting the foot walk from the carriage
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h: miniature; an immense G. A. R.
badge is conspicuously wrought on the
gentle slope which backs the artiﬁcial
lake, and an unrolled ribbon repeats
the word “Welcome.” There was an
arch of living green erected in front of
the Casino, and Sheridan’s cavalry
eorps’ badge, and many other designs
equally signiﬁcant.

1’ went down to Camp Sherman
Saturday afternoon to see how the
veterans were to be lodged. Camp
Sherman, you know, is on the Ex-
position grounds. The main build-
ing, both stories, has been transformed
the attendant’s zeal by the magic of a
shining quarter-dollar. There’s very
Ditties. son of Senegambia won’t do for
such aqnickener. I heard recently of a
very. comical circumstance which hap-
pened at one of our city hotels. A
bridal party consisting of groom, bride,
bridesmaid and groomsman, from
‘.“W’ayback ”-though that was not the
town they registered—entered the din-
ing room. An obsequious waiter pulled
out chairs, and the young women seated
themselves as gingerly as if they ex-
pected connections might fail and they
take aseat on the ﬂoor. The groom, who
was doing the man- who-has-traveled-be-
ﬁre act for the party, studied the bill
of fare for a moment, then said to the
waiter: “Bring me some beefsteak
and some ﬁsh, and vegetorials to further
orders.” The passivity—and risibility
—of the waiter was stirred: he mur-
mired “ Beg pardon!” and the formula
was- repeated. The bride shyly said
she would “take the same,” and as
Wgambia paused at the left shoulder
otrthe groomsman, the latter “ rose to
tﬁe‘oocasi'on” and putting his thumbs
in his. vest pockets and inﬂating his
chest, said‘“ Duplicate the order!” The
paralyzed “biscuit slinger ” withdrew;
there was no beefsteak on the bill of
fare, but he brought them a good din-
par, with» no-reference to their “ vege-
torialsu to- further orders,” and the
happy‘groom was overheard conﬁding
inhis “ best man” that it was a “ bang-
up good spread, if it wasn’t.”

New-,- if you want a good meal at hotel
or restaurant, walk into the dining-
mom, not as if you owned it, but as if
you knew what you were there for; sit
down in perfect conﬁdence that the
man behind you will place your chair
exactly under you at the proper mo-
ment. Don’t feel as if everybody was
observing you; you are only one of the
secresof atoms of humanity who enter
that room on the same errand bent,
three times daily; you won’t lose court
favor if you don’t unfold your napkin
with quite the proper ﬂourish. Look
over the bill of fare deliberately before
the waiter comes for your order, select
your favorite soup, and by the time he
isready to remove your plate be pre-
pared to order a couple of kinds of
neat, and what vegetables you prefer.
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brought with the meats, whether or-
dered or not, but it is better to choose
those you prefer, rather than have so
many dishes about your plate. Give
your order in a low but distinct tone;
and order coffee or tea if you prefer
either with your dinner instead of with
dessert. If the waiter is careless and
does not bring what you ordered, have
him correct his error, but usually they
are so well trained that no mistakes
are made. There is a good deal in
acting as if you were “used to that sort
of thing," too. If the waiter sees you
are “ green” he may take advantage of
that verdancy; whereas an old traveler
who knows what he wants and when he
gets it, gets good service. But then,
avoid the other extreme of being ar-
rogant and dictatorial; even a table
waiter resents being commanded as if
he were a dog.

Where meals are served on the
European plan, that is, where you order
what you prefer from a list with prices
of each dish attached, a little caution is
necessary or the check will amount
to a sum total which will astonish you.
If two are dining together, one should
order the meats and the other the
vegetables, and enough will be served on
the single order for two or even three.
It is no sign of “stinginess” to thus
divide up; it is customary, and done by
everybody accustomed to order such
meals.

Formerly, when one had ﬁnisheda
meal he piled the side dishes upon
his plate as a signal to the waiter that
he was ready for dessert. That custom
no longer obtains. The diner leans
back in his chair and surveys the ruin
he has wrought, and lets the waiter do
the clearing up.

A little friend who went down the
river on an excursion the other day, in
relating her experiences said: “We
had a splendid dinner, but oh dear! I
didn’t half enjoy it. There were only
half a dozen people in the dining-room
when we went down, and I sat facing a
row of waiters. I felt as if they were
watching every move I made and it
made me so awkward!” The waiters
were forgivable, for she is a very pretty
girl and I don’t wonder they liked to
look at her. but had she been at all ac-
customed to dining in public places she
would not have minded them, more than
she would a. row of posts. Why need
one notice the demeanor of those whose
business it is to serve her, or care
what they think when she knows they
will never see her again?

A friend was telling me the other
day how the courses are served at
“ banquets.” The service is conducted
with military precision and regularity.
Every one of the waiters has his ap-
pointed place and knows exactly what
he has to do. At asignal from the head
waiter, they advance or fall back.
When their commander-in-chief gives
the word, they charge upon the tables

 

 

to remove the plates. If you have
dallied with your knife and fork and
have several luscious mouthfuls you
had counted on, it is too late, your plate
goes just the same. It is whisked a way
before your longing eyes, and another
plate introduces a fresh course. It was
of this clockwork service that “Colonel
Newcome” complained when he dined
with his brother, Sir Brian, saying he
had scarcely enough to eat, and that
the roast beef of Old England was put
on the table and whisked away “like
Sancho‘s inauguration feast at Bara-
taria.”

It is very encouraging to the cooks
to know that most of men, after a long
experience in dining at hotels and
restaurants where every delicacy in
and out of season is served after manip-
ulation by French chefs, will come
back to the plain and simple home fare,
and profess “there’s nothing like it,
after all !” BEATRIX.

THE BICYCLE GIRLS.

 

The Wheelsmen’s meeting held in
this city recently brought large num«
bers of “ ’cyclers ” into town, and a dozen
or ﬁfteen men on their “machines”
spinning noiselessly down an avenue
in impromptu trials of speed, and in-
termittently sounding those atrocious
whistles as a warning to pedestrians,
was an almost hourly sight. There is
a fascination in seeing the “wheels go
wound,” and I often think of the rustic
who, asked if he had seen a man pass on
a bicycle said, “Naw, I hain’t; but I
seen a wagon wheel runnin’ away with a
man a little piece back.” It seems the
poetry of motion, so swift, so easy, so
graceful, especially the real bicycles;
the “safetys” are more cumbersome
and awkward looking.

There were about three hundred
ladies in attendance at the meeting,
and the bicycle girls were so numerous
that they ceased to excite the usual at-
tention. Bishop Coxe’s denunciation
of bicycle riding for women does not
seem to have frightened the girls from
their sport; perhaps with the inherent
willfulness of the sex t he priestly
anathema but increased their eagerness
and zest. The bishOp‘s objections were
based principally on his ecclesiastical
sensations at seeing a couple of young
men teaching a- girl toride. They might
have been her brothers, but the sight
shocked his ideas of propriety—which
was of course very dreadful. The case
is as melancholy as that of “ Miss Mary
Priscilla Mehetabel J ones,” who

" Felt a chill of cold modesty. clear to her bones
For a young man was near when she happen

to see .
A garter snake coiled ‘round the limb of a
tree."

The bishOp doesn’t know I suppose
that no girl is willing to appear awk-
ward or ridiculous before young men,
and would by preference elect as
instructor 3 near relative. And had
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lease where the old saying, “Hand soft
wqui mal y pense ” applies.

Some of the girls looked very sweet

.and pretty in their bicycle suits, which
were almost invariably of blue serge or
ﬂannel, made with full straight skirts,
and.be1ted blouse waists which some
times opened over linen chemisettes,
and were tonped by sailor. hats or
bicycle caps. The uniform—for it was
so generally worn that it seemed such
——was neat and inconspicuous, well
suited to the sport, anda girl in her
’cycling suit would not attract attention
on the street. The skirt must be just
right for fulness, to give a good ap-
pearance; if tooscant, it looks “horrid”
(and I saw two or three which must be
thus designated; while if too full it is
cumbersome and in the way. The
sleeves too must not be baggy; if so
they ﬁll with wind and look like
miniature balloons. A young woman of
medium stature and avoirdupois looks
best on a machine; a fat girl is very
funny, athin one might be blown off.

The girls joined the evening parade
which went up Jefferson Avenue across
Belle Isle bridge, and into our pretty
island park, and as each ’cycler carried
a couple of Chinese lanterns—some of
them a half dozen—the sight was a
very pretty one as they came twinkling
through the darkness like a ﬂight of
ﬁreﬂies set to music. One gentleman
had a little seat arranged in front for
his little child, eighteen or twenty
months old, I should judge. ' I often see
him out of an evening, the baby com-
placent and content, looking curiously
:at the peeple upon the piazzas along
the route, enjoying the evening air.
Sometimes it is a family party and the
mother is out on her safety. The baby
enjoys it so much that the tears fall
when the ride is over and bedtime
noomes.

A special pattern is manufactured
for ladies’ use, in which the axis con-
necting the wheels is lower and the
saddle larger than for men. There is
also awire gauze guard to put over the
rear wheel in muddy weather to shield
the clothing. Some riders can mount
and dismount very gracefully; others
.are not so expert. Part no doubt is
due to practice; while the natural bent
of the individual to do things grace-
fully or otherwise has of course more
to do with it than anything else.

For my own part, I can see nothing
at all immodest, improper, unwomanly
or at all out of the way in a girl’s
riding a bicycle. It seems a delightful
pastime, safe—after one has once
mastered the secret of locomotion, con-
venient, and pleasant exercise, much
better adapted to women than horse-
back riding, which is often too severe
for delicate constitutions. The “ ma-
chine” costs about as much as a fairly
good horse, but has the advantage of
not eating anything, not even “post
oats;” is always harnessed; always

 

sharp-shod; and though it cannot cul.
tivate corn it can go for the doctor a
good deal faster than Dobbin. Bicyles
should be a boon to the girls in the
country, who could thus have many
pleasures which they now miss through
dependence on the men to take them—
and I vote with the bicycle girls and
against the bishOp. BEATRIX.

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‘TO PUT-IN-BAY AND RETURN"—
ANOTHER OCCASION.

 

Beatrix has been to Put-in-Bay and
had a charming time. I too, have been
to that sweet island many times with a
similar experience, but I recall one
trip there that to most of the large
company was quite the reverse.

The morning was gusty, dull, with
an occasional dash of rain, but we had
friends who could not wait over and
the steamer was staunch—we could
risk it and we did. Soon after leaving
the dock the wind freshened and
ominous thoughts ﬁlled the minds of
many, as shown in the remarks heard.
“Were you ever sick on the water? ”
“ Is it likely to be rough? ” “ Oh! dear,
I wish I had stayed at home. I’m al-
ways seasick if there’s a ripple.”

This vivid imagining and graphic
description prepared many to be more
than ready, but when we came in sight
of the lake tossing its waves, white-
capped and angry, apprehension be-
came certainty, and when the sailors
began to distribute the necessary but
not ornamental utensils, faces began to
pale and there was a brisk demand for
staterooms. Yet there were many who
prepared to brave the happenings. Out
upon the lake and the brave ship be—
gan her bowing and curvetting to the
high rolling waves. Rising on the
crest of a wave, plunging down to the

. depths, rolling from side to side, with

an occasional squat that gave the im-
pression she was going down below,
made all on board take heed to their
ways. A party of perhaps twenty had
gathered on the bow, determined to
keep all right by staying in the fresh.
air a little while, when With a sudden
dip the waves made a clean break
across the bow, sending spray half way
across the cabin through the open door.
The drenched party were hurried in
and below to dry their soaked raiment,
and as they passed through the cabin,
some singing. some laughing, some
crying and others swearing, human
nature was on exhibition.

I had a friend to whom I proffered
the “lemon cure.” “No, she was not
going to need it.” I watched her face
paling, and quietly prepared the rem-
edy. Soon she said, “I will try the
lemon; please push that dish this way.”
The latter was most necessary, and
Neptune had his tribute. A smile shone
on the white face as she looked up. “ It
comes clear from my toes, dear;” yet
she declined my oﬂer to step on her

 

toes and pinch her ﬁngers to help her.
The moaning, groaning, limp particles
of humanity, men, women and children,
made a sorry picture. Yet among all
this a goodly number moved about,
serene and helpful. without a qualm.
Happy, envied souls!

Once in the bay the sick revived like
magic, and in many cases ravenOus
appetites showed what a void was there.
One gentleman, who with his wife and
several children had suffered fearfully,
went on shore in a savage frame of
mind. “It has been nothing all sum-
mer but Put-in-Bay, Put-in-Bay. I
hope she’s got enough of it. If any one
says Put-imBay to me again, I’ll kill
them.” His white face, ebon hair and
moustache, and a way he had of show-
ing white sharp teeth as he talked,
made this threat very emphatic and
blood curdling.

A lady came up to me: “You were
not sick?” “I am glad to say I was not.”
“I saw you laughing at me;” and as I
penitently tried to fashions. disclaimer,
she went on: “It was ludicrous; I did
not blame you, I should have laughed
too, but was too busy.”

Time sped along and there was no
way of getting back by land, so with
misgivings, sighs and moans, the “all
aboard” was obeyed, and we were soon
en route for home. The return was
a fair repetition of the outward trip,
but although “deep called unto deep”
with prompt responses, the placid
river was reached at last and peace
once more reigned.

Friends who had been too busy to
notice each other began to compare
notes; pale faces gained color, whiners
took on cheerful tones, the little ones
who had looked like marble images
began to chatter and dance about, and
abuoyant sense of relief from suﬁer-
ing restored the spirits ofthe crowd in
general; and by the time we reached
the dock an ordinary observer would
have seen little to suggest the direful
state of an hour previous.

It is a delightful trip when Erie
sleeps in calm, but when in anger she
rages—ugh! I A. L. L.

Funnomr .
, ~————<o>———

TABLE D'EOTE DINNERS.

 

I always feel sympathy for inex-
perienced people at a hotel or restau-
rant who attempt to order a meal from
a printed bill of fare. or to discriminate
between boiled and roast when an
unintelligible waiter murmurs over
the left shoulder: “ Roastbeefboiled-
hamlegomuttonribsobeefvealpotpie.” I
know perfectly well they will order
the very things they do not want, make
a miserable dinner, and go away swear-
ing at the bill and vowing the family
lunch basket or cheese and crackers at
a grocery shall furnish forth ameal the
next time they visit the city. At the
same time, the person who is accus-
tomed to “ struggle with a bill of fare,”

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as some one has put it, will order a
luxurious repast and rise to chew a
toothpick in the amiable satisfaction a
good dinner always brings. Of course
the ability to dine satisfactorily at a
public table comes in large part by ex-
perience, but any self-possessed in-
dividual, it seems to me, who can dis-
possess himself of the idea that the
eyes of his fellow countrymen are upon
him, ought to know what he wants to eat
and ﬁnd voice enough to tell the waiter.

A good many funny stories have been
told of the struggles of the inex-
perienced at this trying time. The
man who looked good-naturedly at
at the waiter and said, “Take away
your programme and bring me a good
dinner,” grasped both horns of the
dilemma, especially when he stimulated
into one vast dormitory where ten
thousand men can bivouac. Frame-
work has been built in aisles the whole
length of the building, and white can-
vas stretched continuously over it, in
double rows, one above another, so that
e ach frame or cot ' will hold eight per-
sons. These are numbered and divided
into 8601 ions, and tickets entitle each
man to his own particular “bunk.”
Each provides his own blanket. The
building was cool and clean and whole-
some, and redolent of the pleasant
fragrance of pine. A washroom ad-
jacent held a long zinc-lined trough
thrOugh which the water ﬂowed con-
tinuously, a rack for soap was in easy
reach, and the committee provided
four thousand towels for the camps and
arranged to have them laundried twice
a day. But what are four thousand
among so many?
brought his own, unless he could return
to the simplicity of army days when
the breezes of heaven were his most
fre'quent'towel. The ladies of the Re-
lief Corps, 2,000 of them, were to be
accommodated in the Art Gallery and
under the new grand stand, where
similar cots and washrooms were pro~
vided. I stretched myself on one of the
cots “to see how it would sleep,” and
found it very comfortable. But there
was not a mirror in the whole building,
and I know the R. C. “ girls ” will feel
this a serious omission. Camp Sher-
man, with room for 12,000 and where
11,750 were actually sheltered, was but
one—though the largest—of the many
camps provided for expected delega—
tions. .

And the crowds came from near and
far; from Maine’s snow-clad hills and
Massachusetts’ rock-bound coast, from
Washington’s island-guarded shore and
California’s golden slopes. All day
Sunday and Monday we heard the roll
of drums and the blare of trumpets; and
drowsy heads turned sleepily upon
their pillows at three o‘clock Monday
morning as a delegation marched in to
the ear-piercing music of ﬁfe and snare
drum ' and saluted the guarded tents of
Stanton’s Post with a fraternal but ill-

Happy the.man who .

 

timed yell. One of St. Louis’ Posts,
three or four hundred strong, marched
down our avenue Sunday morning to
stirring battle hymns. Three color
bearers followed the hand, one carried
a magniﬁcent United States ﬂag, heavy
with gold fringe, another the ensign of
the Post, a third a tattered, stained
banner—a volume without words.
Then, in platoons, came the veterans
in their blue uniforms and army
hats, a ﬁne looking body of men
in the mellow prime of life, erect,
soldierly in bearing, and among them
a fair sprinkling of those grizzled and
gray with years.

And by Monday night “we had met
the visitors and we were theirs.” Every
other man you met, and half the others,
were the blue suit of the G. A. R. And
every man were his army badge right
proudly; it was the Cross of the Legion
of Honor for him, and the light in his
eyes, faded and dimmed perhaps in
the years since he fought in the Wil-
derness and at Gettysburg—seemed to
say that all this stir and bustle, this
crowd, these banners, this cordial wel-
come, are for “Us Boys,” and to be

proud of his share in it.
BEATRIX.

PEACHES.

 

If any one is fortunate enough to
have a supply of this delicious fruit, she
has at hand the foundation for some
most delicious desserts and dainty tid-
bits. Only the delightful ﬂavor of the
strawberry can compare with the
merits of a good ripe peach, when sup-
plemented by a plentiful allowance of
rich yellow cream. Hasn’t “sweet as
a peach” passed into a proverb?

But the average man has not been
educated to consider he has “been to
dinner” until he has eaten pie or pud-
ding, so we have peach pies and pud-
din gs, peach fritters and peach dump-
lings over which we smack our lips
with gusto.

Most anybody can make a peach pie,
juicy, with a tender, melting, well
baked crust powdered with sugar
crystals. Such a pie is to be seasoned
with discretion, put together with
judgment, and eaten with a grateful
heart.

For a nice peach pudding, grate dry
bread, after you have trimmed off the
crust, and to a pint add a quart of hot
milk, two tablespoonfuls of butter, four
of s ugar, half a teaspooniul of salt, and
the same quantity of mixed ground
spices. When cool, Whisk into it four
well beaten eggs. Peel and slice 3.
dozen peaches, add them, put into a
deep pudding-mould and steam three
hours. Eat with a cream sauce.

Peach cobbler is a dish liked by
many. Make a dough of one pint of
sour cream, a piece of butter or lard
size of a hen’s egg; a teaspoonful soda,
pin ch cf salt and ﬂour to ‘make a stiff

dough. Roll out thin and line a deep

dish. Pare and quarter‘the peaches,

 

put in a layer, sprinkle with sugar, cut
some dough in bits and scatter through;
another layer of peaches and sugar,
cover with the upper crust; cut a hole
in the center and pour in a pint or a
little more of water and a lump of but-
ter the size of a hen’s egg. Bake, and
serve with cream. _

Make your peach dumplings just
as you do apple dumplings; and you
will ﬁnd both are better baked than
boiled.

Fill a deep dish with quartered
peaches. Make a batter as for soda. bis-
cuit, only thin enough to spread with a
spoon. Spread this over the peaches,
bake 20 minutes or half an hour; when
done loosen the crust from the edges of
the dish and invert on a plate. Sprinkle
liberally with sugar and just shake the
nutmeg grater over it long enough to
give the slightest ﬂavor in the world.
Eat with cream.

Wash thoroughly a pint of rice, add a
quart of rich milk, a quarter of a pound
of sugar and a saltspoonful of salt; sim—
mer gently three-quarters of an hour.
When done beat it with a wooden
spoon, Wet an oval mould with water,
press the rice into it and keep on ice
until wanted. Cut a dozen peaches in
halves, remove the stones and boil in a
syrup made of a pound of sugar,~a pint
of water and the juice of two lemons.
Turn the rice on a glass dish, arrange
the fruit around it, pour the syrup over
all; when cold serve.

Try some of these; you will ﬁnd them
good.

 

YOU can make baking powder grid-
dle-cakes without eggs, if you will take
the time and exertion necessary to beat
the batter ﬁfteen minutes, vigorously.

 

THE New England Homestead says the
woman who uses eight eggs in a loaf of
cake is the woman who makes marriage

a failure.
-—H.._-—

Contributed Recipes.

 

SWEET PIOKLED Peanuts—Seven pounds
fruit; four pounds of sugar: one quart good
cider vinegar; one ounce of whole cloves;
two ounces of stick cinnamon. Pare the
peaches, which should be ripe. but not over-
ripe, or rub the down off them. Stick 8.
clove in each. Boil the sugar and vinegar
and skim; put in the fruit and boil ten or
ﬁfteen minutes or till tender but not boiled
to pieces. Take the fruit out into jars, boil-
the syrup down one-half and pour over them.
This recipe is equally good for pears and
plums. A richer pickle is made by paring-
and halving the peaches. using an extra
pound of sugar and boiling the syrup till it
is a little thicker. These are usually
called spiced peaches.

 

PEACH Presence—Select the ﬁnest and
nicest fruit. Pare by slipping the skin oﬁ if
possible. Make a syrup, allowing a pound.
of sugar to a pound of fruit, and in this
cook the peaches till tender, then put them
carefully into jars; boil the syrup till it is
thick and rich and turn over the fruit.

 

 

 

 

