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DETROIT, JULY 11, 1891.

 

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THE HOUSEHOLD-"Supplement.

 

 

BETTY AND THE BABY.

 

My home seems deserted, I'm lonely and sad,

I miss all the pleasures of home I once had.

I try to be cheerful, I fail to be glad,

Since Betty left home with the baby.

I sit in the rooms. and lread and I write,

I whistle and sing, but the only delight

That is mine is to joyfully dream every night
0! Betty, who’s gone with the baby.

It seems that a mother's sweet face I can see
As Idandle the baby in joy on my knee;

But no man was ever more lonesome than me
Since Betty‘s been gone with the baby.

The house is a picture of silence and gloom,
As I walk through its halls that are still as a tomb,
Like a crazy man. silently searching each room
For Betty. who’s gone with the baby.

She has " gone to see me," and it's many a mile;
Every day that she stays seems a terrible while,
And I’ll never be happy or able to smile

Until Betty comes home with the baby.

’Twill be joy to my heart when the message shall
come
That the hen and our chicken no longer will roam,
Gee! won’t this o'd rooster crow loudly at home
When Betty gets back with the baby?
—Louis’m'.lle Times.

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FLIES.

 

Flies are scavengers, and the more
numerous they are the more need there
is of their services, generally speaking.
They are the abomination of the neat
housekeeper, who can never entirely
escape them no matter how excessive
her neatness, for they are attracted by
the odors of cooking and especially by
meat. We call them nuisances and so
they are; but they do us much good,
after all, by destroying that which
otherwise might produce disease. Yet
that very fact makes them more un-
welcome eallers—we don’t know what
they were into last.

Our screens at- doors and windows
keep out many, but they have an exas-
perating way of crawling through
cracks, and an agility in accompanying
you through a door which would be
better appreciated in some other cause;
and they display the same stupidity
about perceiving the means of exit you
obligingly provide that the farmer
observes in the pig he is trying to drive

 

trap of my youth—a piece of bread
crust with a hole in the centre, smeared
with molasses on the soft side and placed
crust upward, over a tumbler of soapy
water. The explorers, venturing
through the hole, were jarred off into
the water and not being able to crawl
out, perished ignominiously. But the
sight of a tumbler half full of dead flies
was not exactly appetizing, and the
housekeeper would often declare that
for every fly that drowned, ten came to
the funeral, attracted by the odor of the
molasses. If the sense of smell was as
keen in proportion to size, in a human
being as in a fly, we should be able to
smell a dead fish on the shores of Pata-
genial

Then there are all sorts of patented
fly-traps, all alike in not being good for
much, but the best way to manage the
fly problem is to have as few of him as
possible by providing screens to doors
and windows, being careful about leav-
ing anything about which can attract
him, and keeping swill pails, etc., as
far from the house as is consistent with
convenience. If the screens are put in
the windows with hinges so they may
be swung out or upward, as is usually
done nowdays, by darkening all win-
dows but one, the flies will go to the
light and the screen, if pushed open and
brushed vigorously with a large towel
or a newspaper held in fan fashion, they
will be outside before they know it. If
they are very thick, they can be cleared
out by using pyrethrum or buhack
powder, distributing it by means of a
bellows, which can be bought for fifteen
cents or a quarter. This is best used at
night, and in the morning the flies,
apparently semi-paralyzed, are swept
from the floor and burnt up. The
proprietor of a soda fountain is alleged
to clear his premises by shutting doors
and windows and putting something
the flies particularly like in a con-
venient place. When they have col-
lected, he throws insect powder by
means of a bellows through the flame of

through a gap in the fence—they’ll fly . a match, and the flame and the fumes
over and under and round about, but . kill the files by hundreds. The Southern
they will not go through; and it really fly-trap consists of two pieces of board,
seems as if they enjoyed the exercise suspended by strings at convenient dis-

and settled down with a triumphant
buzz which means “What are you

i

tances, and having the inner surfaces
smeared with molasses. When the

going to do about it? ” when in despair l Madonna of the mansion passes by, she
i claps the boards together the flies are
I well remember the domestic fly ' incontinently smashed and the trap sets

you give up, defeated.

 

itself for new victims. The Northern
improvement on this pristine sin»
plicity is the sticky fly—paper. They
come, they can’t get away, and their
sisters and their cousins and their
aunts come to see what has became of
them.

It is wonderful, the annoyance such I
little thing as a fly can cause. I smile,
even yet, as memory calls up the
earnest face and manner of an old chum
of mine as she spoke of an important
family event consummated one hot
August: “Good gracious! I hope we
shall never have another wedding in
fly time.” The mother, “neat aswax,"
would have thought the family dis-
graced if there had been a fly-speck 0!
the paint or windows, and so the roomy
old farm house received an extra clean-
ing and “Shut the door!” was the
family watchword. Just one evil disr
posed and agile fly can rob a Sunday
morning’s nap of all its bliss. He
comes, and settles those six feet of his
directly upon your nose and begins
an extended exploration—4but pshaw!‘
what’s the use of telling what he does?
Don’t we all know to our sorrow! '

 

PLEASURES PL ANNE!) .

 

We often think the holiday season
the busiest of all, but nothing could.
exceed the Commencement exercises
this year, for with a banquet every
evening and the days all full beside,
there was no time for rest. All the
clubs and societies arranged their
closing programme for the successive
evenings, and every one served ice-
cream and its accompaniments. The
Masons and Oddfellows thought there .
was not quite enough excitement, so-
each arranged a banquet and drew an ~
immense crowd. The Opera house wx
packed with suffocating humanity to -
see, more than to hear, the large class .
of sweet girl graduates in their daintily A
quilled silks, and “dead loads” of.
flowers were sent up, and then left.
there to “blush unseen” because they.
could not burden themselves with such:
a vast supply.

The Tourist Club haVe finished tour-
ing for the season, except that they
will have a picnic on the lakeside next
week.

The Chautauquans ate their ice-
cream on the lawn in fine style, then

 


 

2 - The Household.

 

followed with a good musical and liter-
ary programme; and now many of them
are preparing to go to Bay View for the
entire Assembly season, E1. See among
the number. In fancy we already see
the pleasure seeking resorters throng-
ing the many public buildings where
grand lectures, concerts and summer
schools for every branch of education,
are held at all hours. \‘Ve see the wee
little ones in the kindergarten hall
going through the drill. their tiny baby
hands seeming so cunning when ex-
ecuting all that is taught them. Then
again in imagination we go down to the
water’s edge for the solemn beach ser-
vice, just as the sun throws a red path-
way of light across the bay, as it seems
to go down into the lake beyond, and
again the boats and trains take the
many people of many minds for ex-
eursions in every direction, until it al-
most seems as though all the care and
sorrow of the great busy world were for-
gotten, or had never been experienced
by the apparently happy throng. It is
a beautiful place, and one that never
grows old or stale, because of its con-
stant change; and cottage owners feel
that to them it is ahome, more and
more so each season; they journey
thither for recreation, but not for rest,
unless they remain longer than the
three w‘beksof the Assembly season.
Imagine six ladies renting a furnished
cottage near to the Auditorium and
uniting their skill for cookery and
housework “between times" with the
lectures! A doctor, an artist, a re-
porter, and the remaining three of
varied talents but good Chautauquans,
and you have an idea of the plans we
are making for the summer campaign,
the reality of which is expected to be
very pleasant to EL. SEE.

Romeo.
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NORTH MICHIGAN FARMING.

 

At last the rain, the welcome rain,
the first since the snow went away, and
glad are we to have a change from
fighting the fires to save our homes.
Immense damage has been done to the
pine woods, not so much to the hard
wood forests, as the fire does not spread
as fast in them. We have had to watch
and fight the fires nights, for With‘a
little start they would quickly spread
over the fields of dry grass and destroy
the buildings.

Farmers have always been credited
with a great deal of growling, but
since we have tried the business I don’t
wonder at it. A life work which de-
pends on anything as uncertain as the
weather; work in which good manage-
ment, close attention to business, and
dewnright hard work avail nothing at
all if it doesn’t happen to rain or shine
just when it should. But farmers
themselves are mistaken when they
imagine they work harder than a busi-
ness man in town. They do not work
nearly as many hours. They have the

 

evenings to themselves. And if a
business man had six months of en-
forced idleness every year, as a farmer
has in winter, he would know financial
ruin was only ashort way ahead of him.
But aside from the uncertainty of the
weather and consequent uncertainty of
results in farming, there is much that
is pleasant about it. ,

I am indebted to the FARMER of six
years ago for the advice to start an
asparagus bed. I purchased an ounce
of the seed (Conover’s Colossal), trans-
planted the little plants for two years,
and have now a large bed that has been
very useful, being the earliest veget-
able we have had. And asparagus
fresh from the plant, using only the
green part, is very different from the
wilted bunches, half white, tough stalks
found in the town markets.

I have a little advice for North
Michigan farmers which is not second
hand. I thought it all up myself. We
know the potato crOp is always a sure
thing with us. I have never known it
to fail in the thirteen years I have lived
here. If every farmer would everv
year plant at least five to ten acres of
potatoes, the result would be this:
About three years out of four the price
would be so low that it would scarcely
pay to dig them except as food for
stock. But about every fourth year
they fail in other States. Then ten
acres of potatoes, two hundred bushels
to the acre, is very well to have. This
last year I knew a man who was renting
a farm who bought an eighty acre one
with good buildings, with the returns
from his potato fields.

I wish people who enjoy hearing and
using slang would read Victor Hugo on
the subject in “Les Miserables.” Is
there no way to express energetic
action except by “getting a hustle on
yourself,” and is success only to be de-
scribed as “ getting there?”

PIONEER. HULDAH PERKINS.

 

HINTS AND HELPS.

Edna‘s canning process hit me also as
it did the Editor, but although my
steamer is of goodly proportions it will
not accommodate fruit cans. What
kind of a steamer does Edna use? I
have a very good thing in the way of a
kettle for cooking fruit, made of Ohio
clay, fire proof, but no doubt most of

the HOUSEHOLDERS have something of '

the kind, as these and other articles for
culinary purposes made of the same
material were canvassed for and de-
livered here in Fenton and Pontiac and
other towns, in loads. I hear, as yet, no
fault found with them. It is important
I think to put up the fruit as soon as
gathered if possible. The flavor and
color are better and it keeps better.
This part of the country is well sup-
plied with cherries this season, in fact
berries and all small fruits are abun-
dant, excepting grapes; many have lost
these by the late frost. So there will be

 

lively times canning fruit and making
jellies. That frost and the ensuing
drouth were rather unfavorable to
crops and the flower garden. You see
my interest now extends to fields as
well as garden.

I do not forget Mrs. W'. J. G.’s- query.
Think she might well lift her bulbs in
autumn when the weather is favorable,
and not too late, about the first of
October. Prepare a good rich soil,
divide and replant them, covering with
fully six inches of rich compost over
the first layer of earth next the bulbs.
When freezing sets in, all bulb beds

should be covered well with forest '

leaves partly decayed, and held in
place with brush. Litter from the
barnyard will contain seeds of grass or
grain, and that in flower beds is very
troublesome. The soil for bulbs should
be porous, and if necessary sharp sand
may be used freely when the garden
soil is heavy.

My roses, shrubs, bulbs and peren-
nial plants have been a delight all the

5 ring.
Ii‘ENTON. MR3. M. A. FULLER.
W
CHAT.

 

The great busy time of the year is at
hand, cherries and berries demand and
get the lion’s share of every house-
wife’s attention, they cannot be put one
side to await a more convenient time
when we are less tired and our feet get
over aching.

Just here let me say, when your
feet seem paralyzed and hardly
able to bear your Weight, and the
bottoms feel as though they were
blistered, remove shoes and stockings
and replace with fresh ones. If you
can Spare the time bathe the feet in
warm water, you cannot imagine the
relief it will give, and it takes such a
few minutes. lven though you do not
see where the time is coming from, do
it, and the work will be more easy
and you’ll not miss the time it took to
give you that delicious rested feeling.
In very hot weather a warm bath is
much more refreshing than a cold one;
and when you are tired and your blood
seems at the boiling point from bend—
ing over the hot stove, a cup of clear
hot water will do you more good than
tea. Some people are 10th to believe
this, but give it a fair trial and I’ll
grant you’ll never return to tea.

Isn’t it nearly time we heard from
“ Brue ” again? -

“Grandpa,” I believe a perfect faith
in God will work wonders, and in sick-
ness faith with a judicious amount of
medicine is very likely to cure, if God
has not seen fit to remove us from Time
into the long Eternity. I am aChris—
tian, an every day one I hope; I have
very little faith in a Sunday Christian.

Comma. CHRISTINA.

THANKS to “Mrs. Ed.” for the fine
photograph of herself and little son left
for the HOUSEHOLD Album. We wish
more of our contributors would remem-
ber us when they have pictures taken,

 

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The Household.

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WASTE PLACES ON THE FARM.

 

[Paper read by Mrs. Chas. Baker before the
Grand Blanc Farmers' Club, J one 19, 1891.]

I have been trying to imagine why
these opposite subjects are assigned to
us, and can think of no reason unless it
be a contrived plan to create a fuss in
the family. But be that as it may, and
expecting the anger of my better half
(for he is no exception), and the male
persuasion generally, we proceed to
enumerate what we consider are a few
waste places on the farm. The farmer’s
garden is generally a waste place, a
waste and howling wilderness. A few
seeds are sown, but alas “ ’tis pity,
and pity ’tis ‘tis true," the weeds soon
govern the ground, and the farmer in-
stead of being up with the lark, going
forth conquering and to conquer, lies
comfortably wrapped in the arms of
Morpheus until breakfast is announced
by his overworked wife, and beyond a
few peas and tomatoes, onions and cab-
bages, the succulent vegetables are
’non est. If the farmer only had an eye
to business, we might revel in early
asparagus; spinach in early spring
would delight our eyes, cauliflower and
celery would be plenty in our cellars,
the poor wife would not be heard so
frequently saying, “ What can I get for
dinner today for a change?” and the
ladies of this land would be healthier,
rosier and happier; for, with an abund-
ance of fruit and vegetables, bending
over the pastry board to make “ pisen
things,” cakes, cookies, etc., would no
longer be a necessity. But the poor
deluded men are so wedded to their
notions that it would take more than a
double team of oxen to plow up the fal-
low ground of their ideas, and we, poor
souls, must suffer and endure.

Again, I think that politics make a
vast waste place on the farm, for a man
who has too many irons in the fire,
cannot keep them all hot, and the
farmer who has imbibed a love for
politics is something like a drunkard,
it keeps a growing on him. It is easy
to concoct an excuse for going to the
Centre, he wants a few screws, or his
harness needs fixing, or a new machine
at the store has to be examined, but
deep down is his desire to speak with
the boys about politics, kind of feel of
them a little. Meanwhile things are
going to rack and ruin at home, for you
all know the old adage. “He that by
the plow would thrive, himself must
either hold or drive,” and also, “No
man can serve two masters.” No, the
farmer’s place is on his farm looking
after John and Henry, and if he wants
no waste places on the farm, he should
leave politics, hay-pressing, threshing,
cattle-driving or any other occupation
severely alone.

But there are exceptions to every
rule, and when a farmer is well along
in years and has half a dozen stalwart
sons to leave at home, and a Polly to
bake and 9. Molly to brew, and Dolly the

 

butter to make, and a wife with whom
these said sons and daughters can ad-
vise; then and only then, can the head
of affairs branch. off into any other
business, be it never so desirable.

And right here, may I say it? is one
vast waste place on the farm, the lack
of these sons and daughters to carry on
the farms of our fair land. One child,
maybe two brought up alone, and he
gets so disgusted with his lonesome-
ness, so weary for companionship, that
he soons runs to the village of an even-
ing, seeking the society of those froxn
whom he can obtain no good, and
eventually is lost to the farm forever in
some city store, or worse; while a Pole,
a Laplander or Hungarian settles down
on the sunny slopes of his fathers.

Again, I think that tobacco using in
the long run causes many waste places
on the farm; for instance say a man
consumes $1.50 worth of the filthy weed
a. month—and how many use twice that
amount, in two or three years what a
nice little library he could have! He
could buy standard works on diseases
of horses and cattle, and when Bessie
or Beauty or Brindle is taken sick; or

the pet colt is seized with the colic, in-'

stead of trotting off to a veterinary
surgeon he could safely administer
medicine himself, and thus save many
dollars. And then there is the ever-
lasting cigarl Why, if the farmers
would abstain from treating one an-
other to smoke and save their money,
their wives and daughters could have
new spring, summer, fall and winter
bonnets and once in a while a brand
new silk dress; and the husband and
father would never feel the expense.
And when you asked him to bring you
home a paper of pins, he wouldn’t snap
out, “Where is that paper you had
when we were married? ” I tell you;
my sisters, if the wives were in many
cases as extravagant as their husbands
there would be a heavy mortgage on
many a fair farm, which through their
clearsightedness and good management

- now stands unencumbered.

Maybe, ladies and gentlemen, you will
think I am speaking of little things,
when I say the farmers’ bags are a sort
of waste place on the farm. Theophilus
goes to mill and brings back a load of
feed, and for lack of time (wants to talk
with a man about something) deposits
the whole thing on the granary floor
until a more convenient season arrives
for emptying into the bins, and on some
Thursday or Friday afternoon, when
your ironing, baking and sewing are
fairly through with, and you are flat-
tering yourself with the prospect of
two or three hours with your favorite
author, or a good time for a little
music, in comes your better half, his
arms fullof bags, and greets you thusly:
“Say, Samantha, can’t you mend these
bags for me this afternoon?” What a
different looking world all at once, as
you reply, “ Why, Theophilus, my dear,
I mended them all only a little while

 

ago.” “I know you did, but the con—
sarned mice have been playing the
dickens with them:"' then he looks them
over and says. “ \Vell, I guess they are
pretty well played out, I may as well
get some new ones. Then the thrifty,
economical wife with an eye on the
mortgage and the ten dollars for the
new bags says. “ Never mind, I’ll mend
them this time, but if ever .” Why,
neither time, space or inclination will
permit me to sum up one hundredth
part of the waste places on the farm,
and as the average farmer utterly
ignores a woman‘s ability to farm it,
facts to the contrary notwithstanding,
we can only pray, until we get the
ballot,
“Oh that the gift the gods would give them
To see themselves as their Wives saetheru.

It would from many a trouble free us.
And sore disaster."

 

 

FOUNDLINGS IN FRANCE.

Several weeks ago the HOUSEHOLD
gave an account of a visit of inspection.
through the Foundlings’ Home of De—
troit. It is undera Board of Control
composed of Christian women who faith-
fully give time and money without
stint for support of the institution, and
the welfare of the unfortunate girls and
poor little innocents. Think of forty-
nine babies under one roof, not responsi-
ble for their existence in this world of
trouble and sorrow! Yet they must
live, and the majority will probably
grow up to be—what‘? I cannot forget
Robert, an elegant boy, who lay sleep-
ing and opened his big brown eyes
only a moment to look at us, and then
like a well behaved infant closed them
again and slept on. Then there was a
beautiful girl of six months old, and of
the forty-nine in the Home I think I
could love those two babies I’m not
partial to babies in general, and among
the great majority seldom see one worth
a second look, for so many seem to lack
something. I don’t believe they are all
thoroughbred. But, I reasoned with
myself, these babies are here and en-
tirely dependent on the Christian
charity of a big city, and but for that
charity much crime would be com-
mitted; if perchance one should escape
death its life would be spent as a home-
less waif, without father or mother,
home or friends.

I think France leads the world in
asylums for foundlings. The United
States Consul at Bordeaux gives in the
April number of Consul Reports a very
interesting article on the asylum at that
point. It was founded in 1619, by a
maiden lady. At the right of the en-
trance, fixed in the wall, about four
feet above the ground, is a reversible
chair turning on a pivot, so when one
chair is in the building the other is out-
side. This is called the “ tour” or
wheel, and was for the unfortunate
mothers to place the more unfortunate
babies they wished to abandon. It was
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little bit of humanity in one chair, give
it a turn, and away went all care and
trouble of that child’s future, so far as
that mother was concerned.

The revolutionists of 1790, among
whom were Marat, Mirabeau and Rob-
espierre, put a premium on the birth of
illegitimate children, and from 1811
public institutions (which are departa
mental), have been provided and main-
tained at public expense for the care of
all orphans and foundlings, irrespective
of legitimacy. See the result:

In 1889 there were 25,000 abandoned
children in France. Of this number,
685 were taken back by parents, the
greater number by mothers, and of this
great number only 219 were legitimate.
The “ Assistance Publique ” of Paris
received on an average 4,200 children
every year.

In 1811, 235 “ wheels ” were establish-
ed in various parts of France. In 1837
they were by law partially suppressed,
butin 1870 there were four in existence.
Today, when a mother takes her child
to an asylum she is questioned as to age,
occupation, residence, etc. If she de-
sire to claim her child at some future
time, a blue ivory necklace is hung on
aboy’s neck, a red on a girl’s, and if
she gives it up forever a white neck-
lace. This pertains to the society of St.
Vincent de Paul particularly, and there
are fourteen branches 7 in the United
States.

The most striking example of deser-
tion of infants in France, in the immoral
times of the early part of this century,
is that of Jean Jacques Reauseau, who
gave five children as soon as born to the
care of the public asylums, partly be-
cause it was the way of the times and
he knew he was not only getting rid of
an annoyance, but providing a better
home than he had to offer. Himself
left motherless at one year old, it would
seem as if he might have cared for his
own, but from his own confessions comes
the story of his own condemnation. In
later years, when he longed for his chil-
dren, the Marechal de Luxembourg
made every effort to find them, but
they had disappeared as completely as
if the ocean had received them, and
father and children lived in ignorance
of each other’s whereabouts. How
many more there were search might re-
veal, but Reauseau confessed his vices
and faults where many kept their wick-
edness concealed.

The old asylum at Bordeaux is soon
to be of the past, as the location is to be
taken by the resistless iron monster
who knows no limits and turns his pen-
derous wheels where he wills. Where
was once only a feeble cry will soon be
the shriek of the steam whistle, and but
a memory of the past 270 years remain.

The closing paragraph of the report
expresses so much it is given in full:
“ If all that imagination has pictured,
all that. fancy has created, all that de-

lirium has raved or nightmare painted
in the brain of man; if all that romance

 

has conceived, visions conjured or
reveries ‘awakened; if all the sighs,
the tears and sufferings, if all the dis-
tress and heartache; if these and every
h uman passion that sways thought and
incites action were to unroll themselves
before the mind, the volume that con-
tained them all would be but a para-
graph, a murmur, to the silent echoes
now hastening to destruction within
these four somber, grim walls.”

Thank the Lord we don’t live in
France. Our own country has evil
enough of its own, but from its earliest
history to the present there is nothing
to compare with the immoral life in
France. Many a lovely girl has lost
herself through blind infatuation, but
this is a country still possessing a little
morality; and if the uniortunates must
be provided for, let those whom Provi-
dence has protected and favored care
for the less fortunate, by giving of their
abundance and making homes for the
innocents. C. E. H.

Dmorr.
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EOUSEHOLD HINTS.

 

To dress a duck quickly and without
trouble, give it a good scalding, then
wrap it quickly in a cloth to retain the
steam for a few minutes, then the down
will adhere to the feathers and the duck
will be perfectly clean when picked.

 

MOTHERS with young children will
appreciate the following easy method
of sterilizing milk, a process recom-
mended by the Baltimore Sun: “ Put the
milk when it first comes from the dairy
into a number of nursing bottles, one
for each nursing, filling them about
three-quarters full and adding water,
as much as desired. Push a wad of
cotton batting tightly into the mouth
of each bottle. Then put the bottles
into a pan of water and let the water
boil for half an hour. Then set the
bottles aside, and when one is needed,
take out the cotton and put on the nip-
ple. Milk thus sterilized will keep all
day without ice. If this method is fol-
lowed, milk which is free from poison
when it is sterilized will remain free
from poison until it is drank, and will
not disorder the child’s bowels or
stomach.” ‘

 

NOW that the children are ruining
th eir pretty frocks with fruit stains, the
following easy method of taking the un-
sightly blotches out of white material
may be found useful. Moisten the spot
and hold it under a burning match,
and the sulphurous gas will cause the
stain to disappear. This will not do,
however, for colored goods, as it will
take out the color. But if, whi'e the
stain is fresh, you put it over a cup and
pour boiling water through it, it will
almost always take out the spot if it is
done beforewashing. Soap almost in-
variably fixes any‘ stain. It is well, too,
to remember at this season of the year

    
   

 

that you can prevent your pretty new
ginghams from fading if you let them
lie for several hours in water in which
has been dissolved a goodly quantity of
salt. Half apint of salt to a quart of”
boiling water is the rule. Put the dress
in it while it is hot, and after several
hours wring it out dry and wash as
usual.—N. Y. Irilmm.

 

TEE editor of the women’s depart.
ment of the New England Famwr em-
phasizes a statement that has several
times been made in these and other
columns devoted to housekeeping, to
the effect that there is no economy, but.
rather great waste, in being so' econom-
ical of material in the preparation of
food as to make the food unpalatable,
so that it is left over and must be
warmed over; or, if eaten, produces
indigestion. There is a great waste of
bread by cutting too much; it dries up,
and is made into bread pudding by the
use of material which would make a
good gingerbread or plain cake, all of
which would be eaten, while what is
left of the pudding is thrown out. The
best way to dispose of stale bread is to
dry it in the oven, powder it, and use
for thickening soups and gravies,
scalloped oysters and tomatoes, stuffing
for fowls, etc.; the next best use is to‘
soak in milk and make into griddle
cakes for breakfast.

 

MAYBELLE writes: “If our Editor
will allow, I would love to thank the
kind-hearted ladies who so quickly and
generously responded to my call for
help in our Sabbath School. May the
loving Father recompense those who
do a kind act in behalf of his little
ones."

 

U soful Recipes.

 

SPIGED Germaine—To ten pounds of ston-~
ed cherries allow six pounds of sugar, one
pint of vinegar and an ounce of unground
cinnamon and cloves. Prepare as directed.
for spiced currents.

 

CHERRY J mam—Six pounds of cherries,
cooked fifteen minutes in a pint of hot wa-
ter. Strain through a jelly bag; boil the juice
twenty minutes; add three pounds of sugar,
cook five minutes and turn into glasses.

 

GREEN Goosnsuamas.—Cut the blossom.
ends from the gooseberries; scald them. and
put into cold water to hold the color. Make
a syrup of three-fourths of a pound of sugar
to each pint of berries, using a teacupful of
water. Boil. skim, and cook the berries till
tender, then skim them out, boil down the.
syrup and pour over them.

 

$131an Gamma—Six pounds stemmed,
currents; four pounds sugar; one teacupfnl
vinegar; two tablespoonfuls ground cinna-
mon; teaspoonful ground cloves. Make a
syrup of the sugar and vinegar, and after
tying the spices in a thin muslin bag, boil-
them in this. Cook the currents 15 minutes
in the syrup, skim them out, boil the juice
until quite thick, and pour over them. Put
in cans and seal.