 

DETROIT, JULY 26. 1590.

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THE HOUSEHOLD-"Supplement.

 
' QUIET WAYS ARE BESI'.

 
What‘s the use of worrying,
Of hurrying,
And scurrying,

Everybody ﬁurrying.

And breaking up their rest.
When every one is teaching us,
Preaching and beSeeching us,
To settle down and end the fuss,

For quiet ways are best?
The rain that trickles dOWn in showers
A blessing brings to thirsty ﬂowers;
Sweet fragrance from each brimming cup,
The gentle zephyrs gather up.

‘ There’s ruin in the tempest’s path;

There's min in the voice of wrath;

And they alone are blest
Who early learn to dominate
Themselves their voilence abate.
And prove, by their serene estate,

'l‘hat quiet ways are best.

Nothing's gained by worrying.
By hurrying
And scurrying.

With fretting and with ﬁurryin g

The temper‘s often lost;
And in pursuit of some small prize
We rush ahead, and are not wise.
And ﬁnd the unwanted exercise

A fearful price has cost.
’Tis better far to Join the throng
‘That do their duty right along;
Reluctant they to raise a fuss,
Or make themselves ridiculous.
Calm and serene in heart and nerve,
There strength is always in reserve, ’

And nobiy stands each test;
And every day and all about, -
By scenes within and scenes without,
We can discern, with ne’er a doubt.

That quiet ways are best.

—New York Evangelist.

 
BRUE AND BRUNO.

Well, I've had it out with Bruno. I

never saw any one more surprised than.

was he 'when I broached the question of a
separation of our lives and interests.
“Separate! Divide up! Why I never
thought of such a thing. Of course I in-
tended you should live with us. Why
shouldn’t you? I told Clara you would
live with us and she hasn’t the least
objection.” I could not help feeling a
little hurt at having my future so coolly
settled without the slighest reference to my
wishes or inclinations, and I’m afraid my
voice was as tart as a green gooseberry
when I retorted: “ Objection! It’s very
sweet of her, but perhaps I have the ob-
jections. I agreed to live with you, not
with a sister-in-law.” Then I reversed the
question, for “ Its a poor rule that will not
work both ways,” and asked whether, if I
had been the one to marry, he would have
been willing my husband should come

 
into the family, with the right to dictate
and complain. It was a new idea to him,
I could see, but he owned right up he
would not like it, “Couldn’t stand it," so
he said. Then I asked “ Do you suppose
I would like it any better in the house
than you would out doors?” “ Oh, women
get along easier together than men do,” a
statement which sounds well but won’t
wash. In my opinion it takes a double
portion of all the Christian graces to
enable two or three women, shut up in a
house together, where there’s little to take
their minds from themselves and their
petty differences to get on peaceably.

Of course it was not long before Bruno’s
marriage began to be talked about, for
“ Murder will out,” and a young man has
only to hitch his horse three times hand-
running in front of the same house on
Sundays to set the gossips’ tongues wag-
ging. And pretty soon I had a call from
one of those prying individuals, with the
kind of nose that is peculiarly adapted to
poking itself into other people’s business-
one of the sort that if it belonged to a man
would certainly get pulled. The question
was put, point-blank, “ What you going
to do when Bruno gets married? It’ll be
kinder hard to have a stranger come in,
won’t it?” I hope she was wiser for the

- answer she got, but I don’t think it. Then

she told me “ ‘ they say’ Clara says her
only objection to Bruno is the old maid
sister,” and giggled amiably. I am thank-
ful for the grace which held back the ﬁrst
words which crowded to my lips and kept
ine loyal to my brother’s prospective wife.
So I baffled Mrs. , Fetch-andCarry by
saying calmly I did not believe Clara ever
said such a thing, but that even if she had
it was perfectly natural and I should not
blame her at all, as I should feel just that
way myself. And I guess she did not get
much capital out of that. If there is any
person I heartily despise it is the one who
who goes about a neighborhood trying to
trap people into saying slurring or spiteful
things about each other, then adds a little
to it and tells it again.

The more I think about it the more cer-
tain I am that I don’t want to be one of the
angles of a three-cornered household. I’ve
always believed it is best for newly married
people to ﬁnd out each other’s faults and
peculiarities and settle their differences
without the presence of a third person. It
is a good deal easier to make up a little
difﬁculty or own to being in the wrong, if
no third party has been a witness. Then,

of course, Clara would expect to manage '

 
the work and have me as a helper; but I’ve
been accustomed to do the management
myself, and I’m afraid I’m not angelic
enough to submit to much dictation from
an inexperienced girl, who would expect
to plan for me to perform. If I want a
hired girl’s work without a hired girl’s
wages, I've had a situation of that kind
oﬁered me already.

Most of the things in the house aze
mine, bought with my own money, or were
mother’s and given to me When they are
worn out, the new things bought with
Bruno’s money would be theirs, not mine.
I’ve seen that tried; ﬁnally the house was
full of the wife’s new things and the
sister’s tablecloth cut up for wash-cloths.
An old maid sister-in-law is sometmes a
nuisance and sometimes a convenience, ac-
cording to circumstances. She’s handy to
have round to help about the sewing, see
the dinner is properly served when there is
company, tend the babies, and keep house
while the rest of the family go visiting.
It was Miss Alcott, I think, who said her
mission in life seemed to have been to
“ﬁll gaps.” She was a far nobler and
better woman than I, but somehow I do
not feel like giving myself for “ chinking ”
in other people's lives.

What I should really fear most of all is
the gradual alienation of affection which
seems to oftenresult from an attempt to
make one family of what properly con-
stitutes two. Of course the wife’s right is
above everything else, it ought to be. I
should despise my own brother if he did
not give his wife ﬁrst place in his aﬂection
and his life. But if the wife has a nasty
jealous temper and'cannot bear to have her
husband care for any one but herself, she
can effectually alienate his love in those
mean, underhand ways some women are
not above using. I’ve seen that tried on,
too, and a brother made to actually hate
his sister through the petty spite and in-
nuendoes of a wife determined to compass
that purpose. No human being can stand
being misrepresented, and having the
worst possible construction put upon her
acts. Of course I do not think this would
happen with Bruno and Clara and I; I am
just mentioning one of the possibilities.

I thank Jeanne Allison for her sugges-
tion about a separate establishment. I had
thought of it, I confess, but Ihardly think
I should like it. Somehow the stories
about the poor old maids who live alone on
a pittance, patter round after a hen or two,
and out about as much of a ﬁgure in the
world as poor “ Betsey Dole,” in the July

 
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Harper, never appealed very strongly to
my imagination. I haven't even “ Betsey
Dole’s” one comfort—I can’t write poetry.
I’m too sorry for their restricted lives,
which seem bound in “shoals and shal-
lowness,” to want to live in that way, with
a cat or a dog for companion. Besides,
when Bruno has been off changing work
with a neighbor, the hardest thing I had
to do was to eat alone. Nothing tastes
good. I want some one to talk to at meal-
times if I do not say another word all day.
And I don’t seem to be inclined to set up
housekeeping with some other woman,
unless I have known her long enough to
know the ins and outs of her cisposition
and she had enjoyed the same chance to
know mine; perhaps we would not prove
congenial; perhaps she d want to eat
onions, a vegetable I despise, and fried
l.ver, my special abomination.

And I’m much obliged to the stranger
who thought I’d suit him as a wife on
account of my “sensible letters.” But I
have not seen any of his sensible letters, in
the HoosEHOLD or elsewhere; and it seems
silly in a man to write to a woman he never
saw and ask herto look up his antecedents
with a view to marriage, very much as he
might negotiate a horse~trade. When I
marry, the victim must value the some-
what above what I am worth as a house-
keeper, and I propose to be courted in the
prescribed fashion. Batmo’s Srs'ran.

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MY TRIP TO GODERICH.

 
The weather may be a very trite sub-
ject, but it is really no wonder that people
talk of it so much since it plays so im-
portant a part in every plan for amuse-
ment. Very anxiously did we watch the
weather signals the day before our ex-
cursion; and very happy we were when
the day itself turned out to be all that
could be desired. ,

After the usual ﬂurry over lunch bas-
kets, books and wraps, we found ourselves
at eight o’clock comfortably established on
the upper deck of the Wisconsin. The
boat was not crowded, only enough to
make it amusing. There was the young
woman in a white dress and picnic hat, the
old woman quite prepared to be seasick
before the boat was out of the river, and
the inevitable bride and groom. The last
furnished us with a vast amount of fun
free of cost. They seemed desirous of
ﬁnding a quiet place on the boat, but alas
for them! if they went far up in the bow,
we followed; if they decided to try the
stern, so did we. At last they established
themselves under an umbrella upon the
hurricane deck, and evidently thought
themselves safe; from behind a convenient
pile of ropes, our artist made a sketch of
them which is even now in my possession.
Poor things! I guess they decided that a
crowd like ours was no conducive to senti-
ment. “ All the world loves a lover,” but
not the spoony kind. '

The boat stayed at Goderich about two
hours, and we made the most of our time.
The town is on the summit of a lovely
slope, and is itself vsry quaint and pretty.

 
It seems so strange that a place so near the
boundary line should be so very different
from American towns. We stopped at a
small shop and asked the woman in charge
to give or sell us a drink of water, but we
were informed that there was “ beautiful
water ” at the town pump, and we could
drink there. We found the pump at last,

but had to hunt up a tinshop and pur-'

chase a cup before we could quench our
thirst. We noticed that everyone looked
at us just as if we were excursionists! So
we thought we might as well act up to the
name, and off we started to ﬁnd a photo-
graph gallery and have our tintypes taken.
Fortunately we asked the price before the
pictures were taken; for the man seeing we
were strangers charged us double the
usual price. . But he did not know our
chaperone; she calmly marshalled‘ us out
of the gallery before be quite realized the
situation. Since tinty pes were out of the
question, we had to have souvenirs of
some other kind; and ﬁnally we found just
the thing—little “ darky ” dolls. We
bought out the entire stock, much to the
amusement of the clerk, who must have
thought we were going to start a toy-shop
and sell nothing but black dollies.

By this time we were warm and tired
enough to be glad to return to the boat.
The trip back Was as delightful as per-
fectly smooth water and moonlight could
make it; while in the cabin there was good
music for those who wished to dance, and
tables for the card-players were arranged
at one end of the long cabin. - It was after
midnight when we reached home, and we
were tired of course, but we could sleep

late the next day, so what did we care?
Pom: Boson. E. C.

 
FANCY WORK. '

Two little girls of this city have made
for their dolls, clothes quite cute satchels
out of cigar boxes. Two boxes were
u‘ed, and the covers fastened together by
pasting strips of ribbon over the edges,
this formed a partition between the two
parts of the satchel. The boxes were
neatly covered on the outside w'th paper
muslin, pasted on, and decorated with a
couple of scrap pictures. Straps to hold
the compartments together were made of
whalebone casing, and two tiny steel
buckles from a pair of discarded slippers
fastened them. Handles of the casing
were tacked on the fronts of the boxes, now
the top of the satchel; and the children
found pleasure in making their little re-
ceptacles for their “dolls’ things ” and
their mothers ﬁnd some litter is obviated.

Linen, though often recommended for
aprons, is not the best material for that
purpose, as it seems to possess a peculiar
“faculty” of easily becoming soiled and
mussed. Cross-barred mulls and muslins
are preferable.

A bunch of pincushions, to hang by the
dressing bureau, consists of a number of
little bags made of soft silk and stuffed
with cotton sprinkled with sachet powder.
The silk is two inches wide, and tied at
the top like a mealsack with a deep frill

raveled into a fringe. They are held to.
gather by inch wide ribbons of graduated
length, so that the ﬁne cushions hang like
a bunch of grapes; the ends of the ribbons
being sewed to a crocheted ring which
serves to hang them up by.

A pretty headrest is made of two pieces
of silk, twelve inches square. Fold them
diagonally, sew up and stuff lightly with
cotton sprinkled with sachet powder.
Sew rings covered with crochet silk an
inch and a half apart along the diagonal-
edges, and lace together with pretty rib -
bans.—

A chr‘ap and easy way to make the-
towel rings now so popular is as follows:
Procure some long willow sprouts, peel
the bark from part of them and coil them
into rings, before dry, about four and
one-half inches in diameter; the sprouts are
usually of sufﬁcient length to twist round
three or four times, and the ends will re-
main in place without fastening. Some
of the rings may be made of the clear recs
sprc uts, some of the peeled ones, and some
of the two colors combined; then they may
be shellacked, gilded or left in the natural
state. Now decorate them with ribbons,
and hang like the more expensive ones for
sale at the fancy goods stores. Three of
these rings tied with ribbons of different.
lengths and colors, as pink, olive, and
blue, and hung in the chamber, are as
pretty an ornament as one can wish,
besides having the merit of being also use-
ful.

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OUR LITTLE GIRL.

The sitting-room door opened one day
some weeks ago, and Roy announced:
“ Mamma; your little girl’s come."

I went to the door, and there beheld, for
the ﬁrst ti me, the little one sent from the
State School at Goldwater to ﬁnd a home-
in our family. .

I saw a sailor hat, underneath which was
a heavy, light brown fringe of hair. A
rather sallow complexion, good features,
and a pair of large dark-grey eyes fringed
with black lashes. Those eyes completely
captured my heart, as she shyly lifted them
to my face. the tears not very far away I
could plainly see. I took 1he child in my
arms and pressed a kiss upon her face.
“ And this is Gladys?” I asked. The *
little, sailor-crowned head solemly nodded
assent} Her small belongings being
handed me, we went into the house and
the man drove away. And so she is here,
a little seven year old girl, among perfect
strangers, not one of whom she had ever
seen before that day.

Contented and happy, she is now as
much at home as if she had never known
another, in fact she says she was never so
happy in her life. She seems to be pos-
sessed of asweet, lovable disposition, doing
cheerfully’ the light tasks assigned her,
romping and playing with ten-year old
Boy or Benny, the shepherd puppy, while
like any other little girl she goes wild with
delight over the four little kitties at the
barn.

Make a difference in my sewing? Well

 
yes! The ﬁrst thing I did was to go to my

 
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friends who had little girls, for patterns-—
as of course I had nothing of the kind—and
II have used them pretty faithfully since.

Her story is a sad one. The mother
died when she, next to the youngest, was
three years old, leaving six little ones, the
oldest ten. The father could not keep the
family together, so they were scattered
around among the friends and relatives,
but after several years four of the younger
mites were sent to Goldwater, there to be
provided with permanent homes.

Poor little homeless waifsl Is it not a
duty for some well to do family who could
just as well as not, to take one of the many
girls and boys from that institution and
give them a home? ‘

I shall expect to clothe and educate this

little one exactly as I would my own..

which in fact she is, from henceforth. I
did not take her for the purpose of making

her a servant, but a daughter, and I don’t
think I shall ever regret it.
FLINT. ELLA R. WOOD.

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SOME THOUGHTS ON SCHOOLS.

For the two. weeks just past, the papers
have been full of commencement news.
Reports of exercises and costumes, brief
or extended, from college, seminary and
high school all have had a place that shows
the large measure of pride we have in our
schools.

As I read I could but wonder how many
of these boys and girls appreciated the
fact that with the education they had
received came increased responsibility;
surely if they do not and are not better
ﬁtted to assume life’s duties, then the
training was not what it should be. Some
of you are perhaps thinking of sending
the son or daughter to college this fall
and to do it means much saving and even

, pinching on your part. If this is true
think well before you do it, and if it is not
think still longer. Not but that I believe
in education and that of the schools too,
but I want it to be the true and not the

al’ﬁie following extract from an article
on “ College Expenses” published in
Topics of the Times, in the Century
Magazine some two or three years ago
embedies some of he thoughts I want to
bring before you: “ American parents
must learn that education is not an affair
of books alone; that it is not; complete
when so many books have been ﬁnished
and so many term bills paid, but that a
true education consists even more largely
in the training of the character and the
will than in book knowledge. When
American homes send to American colleges
boys who have been trained to discriminate
between the accidents of life and its essen-
tials, the complaints of college extrava-
gence will disappear and a good many
other evils will go with them.” While
every sensible reader will endorse the state-
ment that the end of education should be
the making of noble, pure character, we
can’t agree with this writer when all the
blame of failure in educational lines is laid
upon the homes. ‘Does not the system of
education merit a share?

Past generations have made the acquir-

 
ing of book knowledge, the training of the
intellect, of chief importance. In recent
years we have .placed great stress on
physical development and manual training.
But the feeble bodies and unprac‘ical wis-
dom of our book-worms, and the brawny
athletes who too often think of nothing but
their muscle, with the striker and the
anarchist, are fast teaching us the need of
a new and better education. It is but
natural for parents to turn to the educa-
tors of the land for help, for it must be a
union of forces if we are to stem the tide
of eVil. Nobly are the public school
teachers responding, but too many of their
college brethren seem not to have heard
the battle cry.

Some one has said that this life is but
given us to ﬁt ourselves for the one beyond;
if this is true then all education that does
not seek to make strong noble character is
false. For of what value is a man if after
drinking the fountain of knowledge dry
he can not make one little corner brighter,
better or purer? Yet it is hard to realize
that such is the object sought when facul-
ties seem content with duty nobly done by
providing pleasant rooms, good food and
recitation rooms where the student can
have alecturer of ability to instruct in a
subject on which he is authority, when
college presidents seem to think they have
done all that could be expected if each
year they say good bye to a class that has
several ﬁne students and whose behavior
has been such that they have not received
suspension or expulsion, too often seeming
to forget that it is the little foxes that spoil
the vines, and that the little follies and
faults should be checked less they grow to
unsightly and uncoverable size. He may
speak of their character, but how many
hours has he spent pondering his words
and deeds and those of the faculty under
his direction, to discover if the inﬂuence
they were exerting was building up pure,
self-sustaining and helpful character.
Professors may deem their duty fully done
if they send from their class- rooms students
who can accurately perform a chemical
analysis, whose description of plant or
animal is replete with scientiﬁc terms, or
who can dissect one of Shakespeare’s plays
in a critical manner, and yet may never
for an instant have considered the effect of
their class-room methods on the student’s
character. When a college professor says
of a young man that he was a ﬁne fellow
when he entered but is losing his hold,
some one should certainly open his eyes to
the fact that he and his colleagues are in a
measure at fault and should at once seek
the cause and cure.

Says the writer previously quoted: “ The

college should not be a place where young

men are wrapped in cotton wool and kept
from the temptations to which all manly
life must be subjected.” I admit that, and
think that many times the ho :0 training
is faulty, and then too boys > girls
are sent from home too. soon, wit“...- too
young to be removed from home restraints,
where for_ love of home they will stay,
while taken from those th! 1 love the 881114}

request seems arbi’rary. To avoid ’13.“?

 
appearance of cotton we )1 wrapping some
of our colleges allow students to exercise
the control of matters. This would do
very well were all possessed of level heads
and of sufﬁcient experience to be guided
wisely. That they have not this is many
times the fault of the home we must all
admit. To right this some of our colleges
place the government in the hands of
students. If it is true then we must take
things as we ﬁnd them and adapt our
remedies to the case; but is not this be-
ginning at the wrong end? Young men
must have a sense of moral honor before
we can rely upon their exerTsing it; they
must have ﬁrm principles before we can
expect them to act from duty rather than
impulse. The average boy of ﬁfteen or
sixieen is lacking in these directions, and
here is where our home training fails; but,
friends, will it help to increase his store
of these two indispensable characteristics
to be put at so young an age among boys
who have no more more moral character or
not asmuch? Will it help him in right
directions to allow him to decide how much
time shall be devoted to work and to play1
and will he not ﬁnd too many times that
the calls upon his talents outside of school
are so great that he has too little time for
lessons? True, ball team and glee club
trips are very charming, but too many will
be likely to send home a change‘ boy, and
perhaps changed in a way that 1311 fond
mothers and sisters will regu 2 It is
wrong to allow boys the oppo vanity to
make mistakes that are often queued for
only by a lifetime of regret because for—
s 0th some one's ease is contributed to by
so doing. “ Evil communications corrupt
good manners,” and in no place isthe truth
of the Apostle’s words seen with more
alarming results than in some of our
American colleges.

We Americans are so fond of the gigantic
that we are desirous of establishing large
universities, forgetting that we lose in
them the personal inﬂuence of the teacher.
Yes, you say. but ﬁrst impressions are
strongest, and if it is true that a child’s
character is formed in the ﬁrst ten years
of its life what need to thlnk so much
about the moral aspect of our colleges?
Well I don’t believe that a child’s charac
ter is formed by the time he is ten yeast
old, nor do I believe the man or woman
believes it that tells you so. They may
want to get the child and seek to quiet
your fears in that way. But if it was, each
impression of the same kind strengthens
the preceding One, it is hence important
th-.t they should be of the kind that we
want our boys and girls to receive if they
are to make good men and women.

Well, what has all this to do with ex-
pense? mu you have made up your
ﬁnal . s :‘(i your boy or girl to acertain
school, my good mother, just take an out-
ing and v.1.sit that school. Don’t let any
one know that you have chick or child
that you think of sending; don’t go at
”Immencement time,‘ for some college
pm. . cuts are as fond of showing off their

.ct-hdren as loving mammas. Just 1001

about you and see all you can of how

 
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students live, what they think. what their
opinions are on the little things; look into
the instructors’ methods. If after this in-
vestigation, no matter how fashionable or
how great the reputation of the school, you
ﬁnd that the teachers are thinking more of
the fame they derive from their lectures
and the students they are sending out than
the men and women, or that the craze for
amusements has such a hold that some
mother has had to go without a much
needed garment because John’s year at
college cost more than she had expected it
would on account of the picnics, operas,
etc., that .it was necessary to attend in
company with hisfair friend, why, just let
your boy stay at home a year.
The nation needs as much as ever men
who can r it be bought and who will not
buy, men who are the personiﬁcation of
honesty and justice, who are not swerved
by public opinion if they believe it to be
wrong; on whose garments there is not the
smell of ﬁre. And you, mothers and
fathers, are responsible to the nation for
the men and women of the next generation,
and if you send your boys a' (1 girls where
they will see constantly before them living
examples, and are taught by the daily
walk as well as talk, you will have done
something toward the right end.
JEANNE ALLISON.

 
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Has “ Josie ” gone? Is the curtain down,
and lights out? I want to call her back

just a minute. I’ve a bouquet to present, tables AUNT Yon g.
have had it ready several weeks. Its a -—-——..._..___ , ISL".
triﬂe fmed, b1“ accept it. Not for its IMII'ATION COFFEE. I

worth I 11:: ‘re it, but as the excuse for an.- . ‘v 1...;

opportunity .to tell her of my admiration,

and respec for one, who, knowing her
duty has t agood heart and good sense
not to shirt: it. A young woman, pre-
sumably in very moderate circumstances,
whqhas a husband she lives happily with,

a nice home in town, and nothing to do
two thirds of the time but wait upon her
self, while he is away earning money for
her support, is somewhat better oﬁ than
,the school ma’ am, music teacher, shop
girl, or “Bruno’ s Sister,” and if she cant
ﬁnd it in her heart to treat him .like a
prince when 'he is.at home, she out to be
a farmer’s r.- ife With ﬁve .',.children two
hired men, and a mortgage on the farm.

This is the time when every womlin, I ‘
mean every cook, should produce and
publish her to prevent the- juice running.
ou ai-the- pies scheme. Here is mine:
Prepan the bottom crust as for custard
pie, pinching the edgcbetween thumb and
ﬁnger, then ﬁll and cut the, top crust just
to ﬁt nicely inside, only a little too small
so there will be a little space showing the
fruit all round the edge. With a moderate
ﬁre you will have no trouble whatever.
This is also nice for mince pies.

During this warm weather we often
make tapioca cream. It is nice'the sec 1nd
day after bemg_made, and that is an. "
in summer desserts. When we have'1ce,
we uegyvhipped cream on it instead of
beaten egg. But without ice we ﬁnd it al-

,.a fairly good counterfeit of coffee berries,

ed sides of easiest release for the pressing
side of the mold. Comparison with the

desired to imitate, shows at once the wide

as we like it for many things I regard the
lack of ice as a calmity.

To cook chicken, cut up the chicken in
nice pieces (by the way my mother always
washes it in a little soft soap suds before
she cuts it up, then in clear water as much
as you like), dredge well in ﬂour, salt and
pepper, lay the pieces in a baking pan, lay
on bits of butter; add about a pint of
water; cover closely and bake. Add water
if needed. It requires about'two hours for
a young chicken, perhaps some less when
tender. Remove the cover and brown
slightly. The gravy in the pan will be
nearly thick enough. If you wish more
add a little water and half cup of sweet
cream in which you have stirred smoothly
a little ﬂour. Serve at once. Cooked in
this way it is much like 'fried or roasted
chicken without being dry and hard.

I want to tell you two nice ways to cook
sweet corn when the time comes. This is
the way mother does: She shaves and
scrapes the corn oil the cobb; puts a lump
of butter in the spider and when it is hot
pour in the corn; no water is required, the
moisture in the corn keeps it from burn-
ing; season with salt and pepper and fry a
light brown. We all like it cooked that
way, but some might prefer this: Cut
and scrape the corn off the cobb, so it is
quite ﬁne; put in a crock on the back of
the stove where it will be in no danger of
burning; as soon as it has cooked a little
add a cup of sweet cream, more or less,
salt and pepper to taste. I think cream 'is‘
better than butter for all manner of ye'ge

We have all heard of wooden nutmegs,
wooden hams, and shoe-peg oats, we know
our red ‘pepper is two thirds brick dust and
Venitiap red; and that the void between
black pepper berries at 28 cents per pound
and ground pepper at eight cents must be
ﬁlled with something cheap and probably.
dirty; we are so accustomed to chicory in.
cm coffee that we would not recognize the,
bevezage without it, and the Willow leaves
in t1. cease to ggive us concern. But it re-

City, which “never grew nowhere” but are
the product of a machine which turns out

nicdy browned and ready for the grinder.
The Evening News, of this city, ﬁrst direct-
ell public attention to the sale of these imi-_
tatibn berries, which it thus describes:
“ .They arencompcsed of a mixture of rye
ﬂour; the 'd nigh, as readily seen by the
naked eye and more clearly with a lens,
having been subjected to the pressure .of a
mold, the thin and sharp edges showing
where the molds came together. The dent
in the imitation bean is also readily seen to
have been made by a machine by the bevel-

genuine African Java, for it is apparent
that this is the kind of coffee which it is

diﬁerence in appearance. Crack the imi-

 
mcst imp -ssible to get cream to froth, and

  
maimed for a Philadelphia ﬁrm. to menu ' . '
fart‘ure coffee berries right in the Quaker

as they are cracked, and the imitation will

roasted coffee, but smell of burnt bread.
Besides, the imitation _has a shiny appear
ance, while the genuine is dull.”

Without doubt ground chicory has been
incorporated with the rye dough, but there
is not a suspicion of coffee about the sub-
stitute. It is sold mixed with about half
genuine coifee, put up in pound packages,
at 20 cents per pound, under the label
“ Continental Java and Mocha Blended. ”
A more truthful legend would be “Rye
Flour and Chicory Blended.”

Dr. Duﬂield, the health ofﬁcer, does not
say there is anything deleterious to health
in the mixture, and the grocers who sell it
claim it is pleasant and harmless. It is
sold cheaper than any genuine coﬁee, even
the poorest Rio, can be bought; and if sold
on its merits the public would have no
occasion to object. But it is labeled and
sold as coﬂ‘ee,and coifee of a favorite quality.
It will be bought and used as such by many,
who will wonder what on earth is the mat—
ter with the matutinal cup.

There is nothing the United States needs
more just now than stringent national laws
against the adulteration of foods. There is
absolutely no commodity free from adul-
terations, many of which are deleterious to
health, all of which are frauds upon buy-
ers, being sold for, what they are not. No
other country is r 7 unprotected as ours, we
are almost entirely at the mercy of the un~

:of manufacturers'of pure and wholesome;
products by the Substitutes which they sell
cheaper than pure goods can be pr; duced.

Local regulations and State legislation are
aids, but are not enough; we need national

’- l‘aws enforced over the whole of our land,

rjblations of which shall come before

‘* United States courts, and be punished by
elvere 'peualties—severe enough to be dis- '

astrous to the business prospects of the of-
fenders.

 
‘ SIFTED coal ashes are a good medium
with ,which to scour steel knives. Use a
Cork and save your ﬁngers.

. ———-‘o.———
Useful Recipes.

ToMA'ro Carcnur. -—Boll a bushel of ripe to
matoes skins and all, and strain throughxa
colander when soft.
qugirts of gcbd vinegar: one cup sa‘t; two
pounds brown suns r half an ounce cayenne
pepper; three ounces each of auspice and
mass: two ounces ground cinnamon; three
ounces celeryjeed; Mix sugar and spices.
add the vinegar, and stir into the pulp. Put
th s through a sieve. A good deal of thick
pulp will; not go through; put this into an-
other kettle and boil twenty m' nu es. Pour
all that 11135 through the sieve into another
kettle and boil till it as reduced one-half. .
Bottle and ke‘, in a cop“, darkrp‘ace Th'e
pickle fiom the 1911 p :‘ot' the. Digit. is n' cc
with cold meats or to 50‘. 35%;? ""

rdv'
\

Borrmrn Prcxnas —-Pour“boiling watertong '
litt‘ e cucuinhera and let stand till cpld. 1~ Tali-e"
a gallon of whegar, a cup ea’ch of suitor and
salt, a teaspobniul ofsgzpril veriz' ~‘hd' 111.1111. an
ounce of cinnamon bark ate a' quarts o; 311' -
ounce of whole cloves. Bolt the,l1gsedlonts

in the vinegar and pour on the pickles wh lo

 
tation and the genuine beans, smell of them

 
boiling; seal while hot.

be found to lack the pungent aroma of ,

scrupulous dealers, who ruin the business .

Add to this pulp two ’

 
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