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THE HOUSEHOLD-"Supplement.

 

 

A KNOCK—OUT BLOW.

 

Ks criticized her puddings and found fault with
her cake;

He wished she'd make such biscuit as his mother
used to make:

She didn’t wash the dishes. and she didn't make
a stew.

Not even mend his stockings. as his mother used
to do.

mother had six children. but by night her
work was done :

wife seemed drudging always. yet she only
had the one.

mother always was well dressed. his wife
would be so, too.

If only she would manage as his mother used to
d0.

Ah. well: she was not perfect. though she tried to
do her best.

Until at length she thought her time had come
to have a rest :

So when one day he went the same old rigmnrole
all through,

She turned and boxed his ears just as his mother

used to do.
——New York Fvening Sun.

““9...—

AT THE GREAT EXPOSITION.

 

Being among the favored ones to
whom an invitation gave the privilege
of being present at the dedication cere-
monies of the buildings of the great
Columbian Exposition, I will send a
brief account of the experiences of the
occasion. As our Editor has sketched
the buildings and grounds, I will
touch only on such personal observations
as seem to me to be of interest to our
HOUSEHOLD.

Thursday, Oct. 20th, being the day
of the great civic parade, we joined
the ranks of the multitude that
gathered to Witness the huge human
conglomeration wind its slow length
along. It was like unto others of its
kind, save it grew of monstrous mein
on the meat by which it fed, the numer-
ous home organizations, social, musical
and political, and those of kindred ilk
of other places. Add to these the
militiary,national, State and those from
every other State, with citizens and
those belonging to the Commission in
its various departments, and the as-
sertion that eighty thousand people
were in line does not seem extravagant.
From ten a. 111. until three p. m. the air
was musical with the moving bands,
and the tramp, tramp of the procession
seemed like the moving of great
armies.

If such the parade, what shall we say ..

      

of the lockers on! They ﬁlled huge
stands built at every available space on
the route; they looked down from win-
dows twenty stories up; they ﬁlled the
sidewalks; they swarmed the streets,
(no vehicle was allowed on the route
from 9:30 a. m. until 3:30 p. m.) they
barricaded intersecting streets with
barrels, boxes or anything at hand on
which to perch high enough to look
over the high hats that women wear——
you know.

On the let we made our way at an
early hour to the Exposition grounds.
The dedication exercises were to com-
mence at 12:30, and many had taken
seats before nine o'clock and patiently
waited the expected arrival of the
dignitaries. But it was nearly two in
the afternoon when the booming of
cannon spoke of their arrival. and with
a crash of martial music they entered
the hall.

The exercises were held in Manufac-
tures and Liberal Arts building, the
largest on the grounds. The center
pavilion, about 1,200 feet long by 500
feet Wlde. was the place ﬁtted up. From
the gallery at the center of one side a
stage was built. descending nearly 1:)
the floor, the aisles carpeted with red;
plants. ﬂowers and hunting decorating
it richly.

At one end a similar stage was built
for the orchestra and chorus. These
had been taking a last rehearsal, and
had thus charmed away the wear-iness
of waiting.

It was a grand and imposing sight as
the procession piled in and took seats.
The foreign ambassadors and attaches
in full court dress; the military and
naval ofﬁcers resplendent in uniform;
the Supreme Court in long robes of
ofﬁce; governors of States with their
gaily apparelled aids and staﬁ,-ming-

in more sombre garb, made apicture
keleidoscopic but brilliant. A charm
was added by the presence of the de-
putation of ladies.

Of the carrying out of the programme
I can say but little. The vastness of
the building made it impossible to
hear a word of the speeches at any
distance. It was all dumb show, with
a rare echo, but the music, voiced by
the grand chorus of 8,000 singers, rolled
in grand volume through the great
ediﬁce, giving every word of the

 

ling with the great crowd of civilians .

 

anthems, clear and sweet, to the listen-
ing ear. The orchestra added its
melody,and it rolled in grand diapason.
ﬂooding building and hearts with its
sublime patriotic lessons.

We left before the exercises were
ﬁnished, as we had far to go, and the
crowd was sure to swamp the street cars.

By dint of holding on with teeth and
eyelids, we used the car as a means of
reaching our hotel, but many, it was
said, were not so fortunate, and had to
tramp to their destination, be it near or
more remote. By next year the facili-
ties for moving a crowd will be many
times increased, while it is doubtful if
more persons are at any time together.

It was grandly suggestive of our ad~
vance in civilization to witness the
stupendous structures, soon to be ﬁlled
with the evidences of the world’s
wealth, genius, invention and success-
ful endeavor. To pass through the
portals is like taking a look into Fairy-
land; to witness the revelation of the
open Exposition will be to discount the
stories of the Arabian Nights.

F.\IRBOLM. A. L. L.

ONE SATURDAY.

 

All the week I had been sure it
would rain Saturday; for from Monday
morning until Friday night the weather
was perfect, and such a state of affairs
was too good to last. So it was not a
surprise when Saturday morning was
dark and rainy. But nature was kinder
than usual, and soon after noon the sun
shone out bright and warm, yet with
the soft haze that belongs to October.
“We must not spend this glorious
afternoon in the house,” we said; “it
may be the last warm Saturday we
shall have this year.” It did not take
long to decide that a drive would be
the most delightful way of spending it.
Accordingly we made our way to the
livery stable, where they always give
us an antiquated beast and let us depart
with the comforting assurance, “ Don’t
be scared, Miss; Brock—or Dick or
Pete—ain’t afraid of anything. You
can drive him right up to the electric
car.” Strange that they always re-
cognize the fact that we don’t know
anything about driving.

Of course we decided to go out into
the country. In no other month of the
year is the country so pretty as in
October. We had an adventure though.


2 The Household.

 

before we were out of the city. A little
way ahead of us was a carriage closely
followed by adog whom we knew by
the euphonious name of “ Love” (so
called by his mistress because he was
an attachment, and because he had come
like a summer’s sigh from nobody
knew where). A man on a safety ﬂew
by. Love got in the way, there was a
faint yelp, and inamoment the man
was lying in the dust with his wheel on
top of him. and Love was going toward
St. Clair with a rapidity which made
it probable that he would reach his
destination before the Mary got there.
Before we had fairly realized what had
happened the man was on his feet, and
although we were not near enough to
hear his remarks, the atmosphere be-
came so sulphurous that we abandoned
our first intention of stopping to ex-
press our sympathy, and hastily drove
on. When you think of it, it must have
been mortifying to take a header over
a little yellow cur, eSpecially with four
girls looking on.

But as we drove on we soon forgot the
man and ceased to wonder if “Love ”
had Blackened his speed. We had
chosen a road which seemed little fre-
quented and on which there were no
houses. but trees and bushes on both
sides. The pale yellow beech, the gor-
geous maples, the dark crimson oaks,
and here and there a dark green pine or
hemlock looking almost black in con-
trast to the brilliancy of the others—
what a beautiful picture it made! Yet
of all the glory of color the sumach has
the most exquisite shades. When a
turn in the road brought us where we
could catch occasional glimpses of
Lake Huron our satisfaction was com-
plete, and we were content to let the
horse walk as slowly as he chose, and
even stop and rest a few moments when
the whit: seized him.

But a drive on an autumn afternoon
cannot last forever, and as we took the
lake shore road homeward we were
obliged to encourage our Bncephalus
to trot faster. He seem ad to catch the
idea and attempted a race with the
electric car, in which he was ignomin-
iously beaten.

We reached home in good time.
however, and voted our drive one of
the most enjoyable of the season and
the day as one to be marked with a
whits stone when we look back on it dur-
ing the dreary days to come. E. 0.

Peer Honors.

1! 3THERS-IN-LAW.

It is a long time since I last came to
the HOUSEHOLD, but I have been en-
joying the letters of Honey Bee and all
the other busy bees, and was particu.
larly pleased with the letter referring
to mothers-in-law, which forcibly re-
minded me of a lecture I once heard on
“ Who, What and Where is the Devil."
The speaker summed up his remarks

kind.” And it does seem, by what we
hear and what we see so often in print,
that the "all-pervading something”
seems to have been imbued more by
the mother-in-law than by any other
human being. I often wonder why it
is so, but it seems as though she had
an antipathy for the woman who had
won her son’s affections, and let the
young wife do what she could would
steel her heart to all advances that
would tend to make things generally
agreeable in the home circle. Yet we
“ put up” with the shortcomings of the
ones at home, but when we leave the
home nest we go thinking our loved
one the only one among ten thousand,
and judge his relatives accordingly.
We have a sad awakening when we ﬁnd
they are not different than those we
have known from childhood, and it
comes hard to overlook the little de-
ﬁciencies which we so readily pass by
in our own. But enough of this.
Why not write on something of a more
cheerful vein and leave these un pleas-
ant ones in "our own mind,” as it does
no good to ourselves to dwell on such
subjects, and only reminds others of un-
pleasant circumstances in their own
experience. We should remember we
all live in glass houses and it is a sorry
fact we are so prone to forget it. If
we would only think twice before we
spoke, a good many heartaches would
be avoided; a pleasant face and a kindly
smile betokens more than words can
tell, and only cost the effort, while you
feel amply repaid in return for con-
trolling a momentary passion, and
wish you might always beso discreet in
thus avoiding the little annoyances
which continually spring up in one’s
pathway.

All labor is monotonous, be it on the
farm or elsewhere, and life would be-
come a continous round of drudgery if
it were not for the hope that with each
succeeding year our farms would be im-
proved and our homes beautiﬂed till
we can enjoy some of the so-called
luxuries of life. Though we weary at
times of the daily routine, and wish
only to be somewhere, away from the
petty cares, both mentally and bodily,
yet if we were given the OppOrtunity to
travel the wide world over, through
every country and every clime,we would
return, knowing that every being has
his troubles which are hard to bear, and
that

“ Whate'er the knowledge, fame or pelf,
Not one will change his neighbor with himself.”

ELMA.

A NICE gravy to serve with salt pork
is made as follows: After you have
fried the meat and turned the fat into
adish for shortening, return the pan
to the stove, put in it a piece of butter

the size ofa butternut and a table-
spoonful of ﬂour; blend them smoothly
and let brown slightly, then turn into
it half a pint of thin cream, stirring to
prevent the gravy from being lumpy.

 

 

by saying “that it was an all pervad-

ing something which amicted all man— ‘

WORTH TRYING.

 

Try heating your knife before cut-
ting warm bread or cake.

Try boiling potato parings and hay
in a kettle or pot that has become
rusted, and see if it is not as good as
new.

Try rubbing your griddle with a slice
of raw turnip instead of a “greaser ”and
avoid the smoke.

Try cutting aslice from the end of
a potato, and use the potato dipped in
brick dust or water lime, for scouring
steel knifes and forks; it not only fur-
nishes its own moisture, but the juice
seems to help in the brightening

Trying boiling a wisp of sweet hay
with ham to impart a delicious ﬂavor.

how much smoother the wheels of life
turn.

in a kettle full of scraps, after all the
lard has drained through the bag that
will; add a little water and try them,
as before, and see how much more
lard you will have. Some prefer put-
ting in the soda when they ﬁrst put on
the lard.

Try using a teaspoonful of sada in-
stead of soap in your dishwater.

Try putting your white clothes to
soak over night, then in the morning
put about two quarts of water, what
soap you need for boiling, and a table-
spoonful of kerosene in your boiler; let
it boil up well, then add cold water
enough to cover the clothes. Wring
out your clothes and boil without rub.
hing; then suds and rinse as usual.
Perhaps you think they will not be
clean, but try it. I have washed in
this way two years and have never yet
been ashamed to hang out my clothes.

Try canning your beets for pickles.
Boil and pare and slice them as large
as will go into the can, have boiling
vinegar, with a tablespoonful of sugar
dissolved in it, in readiness to pour over
them as soon as the can is ﬁlled. They
are much more tender if pickled while
they are still growing, than after they

have laid in the cellar.

Awnnsn, J OHN'B WIFI.

 

M ANY MORE.

 

Aunt Katy seems to think she can’t
work enough to please her husband.
Indeed there are many more such men
in the world. The more a woman toils
for them the more she may, and with-
out an encouraging word or helping
hand from them. They seem to think
it beneath them to helpa woman. I
tell you it does pay, my masculine
friends, to give a woman an encouraging
word and a helping band now and then.
If you had done it oftener the rights
of women never would have bored and
angered you as they do now, or unsexed
and made strident and clamorous that
half of creation which is and always
was unreasonable enough to have hun-
gry hearts. Try it and see for y0ur~

 

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The Household.

  

 

GRAND BSANC FARMERS.

 

The Grand blanc Farmers’ Club, after
athree months’ recess, met at Davis
Hall, Saturday, Oct. 18th., President
Stuart presiding. Exercises opened
with the singing of America. by the
Club. Mrs. John Walker read a paper
entitled, “Why do we have more to do
in our§homes than our grandmothers
did in theirs?” Mrs. Walker thought
this question, like most questions, has
t we sides.:0ur grandmothers suffered
many hardships and inconveniences of
which we can form no adequate idea.
They had long distances to travel to
church and to neighbors, often with
oxen,:vfire to cover up on the hearth
every night, made their own candles,
spun the wool and wove the cloth for
the family clothing. They feared
wild animals in those days, whereas we
fear only tramps. But small houses in
those times called for less time and
labor in housekeeping. Today women
give much time to dress and elaborate
preparations for entertaining company.
Two dresses sufﬁced for our grand-
mothers, 3 and hospitality i l a one
roomed house was quite as cordial but
not so formal as today. Threshing used
to require two or three men. Now-a-
days it takes about twenty. Society de-
mands much time, but also confers
great beneﬁt.

Discussion was Opened by President
Stuart, who recalled the stick chim-
neys of early days.

Mrs. Lee Perry did not entirely agree
with Mrs. Walker. Thought w0men
today would complain bitterly if com-
pelled to stand hours at the spinning
wheel, or perform various other labors
common in our grandmothers’ days.

Mr. Parker agreed with the previous
speaker in thinking our grandmothers’
labors far more arduous than those of
women of the present time.

Mrs. Baker—Nowadays much more
time is devoted to elaborate cooking.
Men didn’t demand so much pie and
cake in early times.

Several gentlemen indulged in fond
recollections of their mothers’ and
grandmothers’ pumpkin pics. The
ladies seemed to think if any way could
be devised to give a middle-aged man a
boy’s unfailing appetite, the pics of to-
day need not fear comparison with
those of forty years ago.

Mrs. Clark recalled a grandmother
who used to quilt quilts for four weeks
at a time.

Mr. Davis thought there was no
question as to the fact that our grand-
mothers performed more labor than
women of to-day. No idlers were
tolerated in homes of those days. All
must work, but thought many had good
and commodious homes, but with fewer
:Onveniencies for doing women’s work
than at present.

H. R. Dewey thought it a mean man

and expected of women today, so
many demands are made on them out-
side of home life and duties. Instanceed
church, temperance, and literary so-
cietiesas being largely woman’s work.
All these call for a great expenditure
of time and nervous force. The de-
mands of society are much more in
every way than in our grandmothers’
times.

President Stuart—More rigid discip-
line was observed in old time homes.
Perhaps such discipline makes better
workers.

A paper on “Woman Suffrage” was
then read by Chas. Baker. Mr. Baker
began by saying he attempted the pre-
paration of a paper on this subject
with great reluctance after his previous
experience, and particularly after hear-
ing dire threats regarding his personal
safety. But every good cause had its
martyrs, and he obeys the call of duty.
Expected to say nothing new, but con-
ceded that carefulness was required in
dealing with this subject, as woman
never knows what she wants. Woman
is claimed to be superior to an ape and
inferiorto man. It is fair to conclude
then that she is the so-called “ missing
link.” Shall we allow her to vote? ’Tis
said “Negroes vote and woman is just
as good as anegro.” Yes, just as good.
The advocates of woman suffrage claim
that women pay taxes without repre-
sentation. Woman is represented at
the polls by her husband. It is claimed
also that woman if allowed to vote
would be a powerful factor in cleansing
the political cesspool, and we should
judge that if she is as cross as during
the housecleaning process, this claim
might be true. One reason why they
should not vote is because they never
claim to arrive at years of discretion,
but Mr. Baker thinks if a woman
ever gets old enough to admit her age
she has certainly arrived at years of
discretion.

The ladies present appearing rather
reluctant to discuss Mr. Baker’s paper,
Mr. Taylor came to their defense in
the most gallant manner. He ﬁrst
wished to say a few words in the line
of the previous discussion. Said that
while it is true that in former days
much time was devoted by women to
spinning, weaving, etc., we now have
machinery to do those things. Nearly
all young women of these times are ex-
pected to excel in some accomplish—
ment, and usually devote from two to
four hours to this purpose every day,
often with a view to its furnishing them
the means of an independent livelihood.
These pursuits, and our present system
of education, give our young women
plenty to do. The labor saving imple-
ments for woman’s work have not kept
pace with the machinery used to
lighten man's labor. Thought if a
washing machine could be devised that
would assist woman, as the harvesting

 

who would go back on his grandmother,
but said much more is required

machinery has helped man, one hun-

price to pay for it. Thought Mr.
Baker unmistakably in play in his,
article, which was only designed to:
draw out discussion. Said woman
should have the ballot. Man and wife
should have equal rights in money mat—
ters; he pitied the woman who meekly'
asks for ﬁve cents to put in the mis~
sionary box or twenty-ﬁve cents to take.
a short ride on the cars to visit some
loved relative. But the time is coming
when woman will demand certain
things. Quoted Frances Willard, “If
men refuse to odain us. we will ordain
ourselves.”

Mr. Parker—Can you ever make a
sturdy oak of aclinging vine? This it
an age of brute force. Woman’s-
province is in the home, and as sheis
physically weaker than man, he must
perform the sterner duties for her.
Woman must be able to fulﬁll the
conditions before she can expect to
vote. Suﬁrage is a conferred, not an
inherent right. Will welcome the day
when the weaker shall be heard.

Mr. Taylor—What ought to qualify
one tovote? If only physical strength
were needed man might claim the ex~
elusive right, but woman has more.
powerful inﬂuences at her command
than more muscle. is it some higher
qualiﬁcation? Possession of property
does not exclude woman. If moral.
character is the test, she is certainly
better qualiﬁed than man. Is it intelli.
gence‘P Our quickest and brightest
scholars are found among the girls.
Woman is freer from prejudice that
man, and would be truer to her convic-
tions of right as a voter than mam

On motion the ladies tendered Rev.
Mr. Taylor a rising vote of thanks for
his eloquent defence of them and thei.y
rights.

Club adjourned to meet at the rest-
dence of D. P. Dewey Friday morning,
November 4th.

MRS. H. B. DE WE if. Cor. Sec.

 

“DOUBTFUL” {who was so doubtful
about her reception that she forgot to
give her name) asks: “Which is the
better way to inﬂuence one’s children
to live a true Christian life-to fre-
quently chide or encourage them in the
good way, or to keep silence and set
them a good example by trying to live
Christian lives ourselves?” There is
no truer saying, let us remind “ Doubt-
ful,” than that “Examﬂe is better
than precept.” A life not in harmony
with one‘s precepts negatives all the
good of its teachings. No child was
ever led in the right path by a parent
who said in effect “DJ as Isay, and
not as I do.” Constant harping on re:
ligion or any other theme, is apt to turn
young minds away from instruction.
The most truly Christian woman we
ever knew said the least about religion;
she simply lived a beautiful, consistent
life, full of “loving and giving ” an

 

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The Household.

 

 

OUR BORROW.

 

That reaper called Death has entered
our family circle and taken the dear
old grandpa (that I told you abOut
during a chat with the HOUSEHOLD
kinds of June 25th.) to that quiet
shore;he passed away on the morning
of October 5th, peacefully and calmly,
into the arms of the death angel. As
he passed from our yearning hearts,
we could scarcely realize that he had
gone forever; that never more would
3e sail with us on life’s stormy sea.

“for none return from those quiet shores.
Who cross with the boatman cold and pale.
We hear the dip of the golden car.
And catch a gleam of the snowy sail.”

How thrilling is the bed of death.
with all its stiﬂed grief, its noiseless
”tender ts, the fond look of the glazing
eye as it turns upon us for the last
time, the pressure of the cold hand, the
hint, lingering accents struggling in
death to give one more assurance of
aﬁectiom

Sorrow for the dead, says Irving, is
'fixeonly sorrow from which we refuse
tube divorced; every other wound we
not to heal, but in this sorrow we re-
ﬁne to be comforted. in our solitude

and loneliness we brood over it, calling
up in long review the history of their
gentleness, patience and virtue.

Death to abeliever is but life, it is
not his last day, but the ﬁrst day, or
we beginning of anew life; it is his
meeting day where he shall rest from all
are and trouble, but while his body
mats in its bed of earth the soul re-
clines in the bosom of God.

Grandpa talked about his leaving us
first as though he was going to take 3.
Mg journey, to visit loved ones whom
he had not seen for many long years;
that reunion, he said, would afford
greater pleasure than the pain of part-
ing.

How could we wish him back, when
he so longed to go, and for seventy-two
.years had been clothed with righteous-
ness, ﬁtting himself for the entrance
into the kingdom and for the rest that
mained for the pe0ple of God!

We miss thy form. oh loved one.
Though bent by the weight of years.
And the vacant chair only adds new grief,
-To those bowed down with tears.

iii the last hours of sickness.
To the anchor thy hope was cast;
Ne’er fearing the dark death valley.
Knowmg you would triumph at last.

The long winter has been provided for,
Your hands are now at rest,

And the lonely heart has found relief
At last on the Baviour’s breast.

And we have that blessed assurance
That we’ll meet on the other shore

Our loved one. who has safely passed
In through the open door.

LITTLE NAN.

—__._..._—_.

’ A lady who had grown dreadfully
tired of her blue"’dress7§a.y‘s‘th‘e‘Hou§e:
Impers’ Weekly, got a. couple of packages
51‘! yellow dye and transformed it into a
myrtle green. It might be worth try-
ing, since as we all know, blue and yel-

A FEW HINTS.

 

It is some time now sincea inquiry as
to what would remove machine oil
from white goods was made, and re-
ceived several replies, but not mine.
Wet the stains in a solution of baking
soda and they will disappear when
washed, every time. I never tried it
after the article had been laundried.

In return, can any one tell me why
some cucumber pickles which have been
put down in brine, when freshened for
the vinegar, seem to wilt and shrink a
good deal, as my letters do under the
“baptism of the press.”

Will everybody please remember it
is the pickles I want to know about.

I ﬁnd that ripe cucumbers. yellow
but still ﬁrm, if pared, cut into suit-
able pieces, and boiled until tender in a
rich syrup, make a nice sweet pickle.
The syrup should have a pound of
sugar to a pint of vinegar.

Ever so long ago there was some talk
among us about the inconvenience of
long skirts and different modes of
shortening them in an emergency
without shocking the public. A woman
fresh from Germany did my washing
one year and I quite admired and have
occasionally imitated her way. It was
to tie a strong cord rather loosely
around the waist and pull the skirts up
over that until they reach the desired
height all round. Under a gossamer,
this arrangement would attract no par-
ticular attention on a wet day, on a
lonely country road.

Speaking of a lonely road reminds me
of a funny incident. A good many years
ago I enjoyed a stage trip in the north-
ern part of Wyoming. One of the out-
side passengers was a small boy, return-
ing from school to his home. One day
when we stopped for dinner it was dis-
covered that he wore a different suit of
clothes from the one he started out
with in the morning, and we soon
learned that he had been seized with
“a. notion” to change, and said so
while riding. There was a good laugh,
but as we had seen nothing more sensi-
tive than an occasional dead mule, in
our twenty mile drive, we concluded
that his act was rather unusual, but not
immodest. A. H. J.

Trauma.

 

A LETTER addressed to the name and
address given by “ Dead Man” has been
returned to this ofﬁce marked “ Un-
called for.” Are we to infer “Dead
Man ” has returned to the quiet of the
cemetery? Speaking of undelivered
letters reminds us that the pr0pensity
of people to date their letters wherever
they may happen to be, causes no end
of worry and annoyance to newspapers
in general and the FARMER in particu-
131‘. A subscriber wishes to renew his
subscription, or change postoﬂice; the
ﬁrst time he is at any town he writes,

 

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dating his letter from that town, or

perhaps from his township, and care-
fully refraining fr0m naming the post—
oﬁice to which he wants his paper sent.
The publisher, in lack of better knowl-
edge, sends the paper to the place from
which the letter is dated. Pretty soon
along comes a letter saying Mr. So and
So sent a dollar at a certain date and
isn’t getting the paper. Ten chances to
one the correct address is not given
even now, and all pains taken to get on
the right track and send the FARMER
where it should go are unavailing. The
subscriber is mad and says the FARMER
is a fraud, and the FARMER is mad too
and calls the person who doesn’t know
enough to give his postofﬁce address
when ordering goods, near kin to a
donkey. As an example of the annoy-
ance caused by such carelessness, we
will cite the last case. On Tuesday
along came an unsigned postal card
saying “Please send my paper to Big
Rapids.” No name, no postot’ﬁce, no
date; even the postmark was wanting.
Yet that man will blame the FARMER
for neglect and probably get wrathful
about not receiving his paper. A name,
without proper postoiﬁce is. no guide
whatever. Subscription lists are ar-
ranged by postoﬁices, not alphabeti-
cally, and among thousands, One name
is effectually lost. And so, when you
want your paper sent to a new address
it is exactly as essential to give the
address to which it is at present being
sent, as that to which you wish it
to go. Postoﬁices are so numerous
in this State that it is safest to always
date letters from the town at which
mail is received. And don't date letters
from your township. To ﬁnd a needle
in a haystack is an easy task compared
to the hopelessness of locating the in-
dividual thereby.

 

MR. HOWELLS has given the title
“The Coast of Bohemia ” to his new
novel about to be published in the
Ladzes’ Home Journal. Mr. Howells
isn’t modest, and says of the story that
it is “the prettiest thing” he has
ever done.

 

Useful Recrpes.

 

BUOKWEEAT Canes—Four cups of buck-
wheat ﬂour; one scant cup of Indian meal;
three cups of hot water; one cup of cold
milk; one tablespoonful of salt. Beat
vigorously and add one cup of yeast or one
cake of yeast dissolved in a cup of warm
water-beating again. After the start, 31.
ways raise the cakes with some of the bat-
ter, leaving about a pint in the dish for this
purpose. It is not necessary to make fresh
batter oftener than once in two or three
weeks, even where cakes are baked daily.
Always set the batter to rise where it will
keep warm until morning.

 

OLD FASHIONED Son GINGERBREAD.-~Thl'ee
cups of molasses; one cup of cream: one
cup of butter; six cups of ﬂour; one table-

 

spoonful each of soda and ginger.

    

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