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DETROIT, JULY 25, 1891.

 

 

THE HOUSEHOLD-"Supplement.

 

 

_ WHAT IS SHE LIKE?
Handsome? I hardly know. Her profile’s fine—-
Delightful. intellectual, aquiline.

Ber keen eyes light it; keen. yet often kind;
Her fair hair crowns it to an artist’s mind,

Well educated ? Certainly wdl read;

Well born. of course. and (not of course) well
bred.

Provincial? Never! Cockney? Not at all.

Her world is small enough. yet not too small.

 

Accomplished? She says not. but who can tell?
She does some simple things and does them well.

She walks well. stands well, sits well—things so
rare.
T o praise as they deserve I hardly dare.

What to take up she knows. and what to drop;
How to say clever things and when to stop.

Few dress so well: she does what few can do—
Forgets what she has on. and so do you.

She's not too careless. not conventional quite;
Does what shelikee; knows what she does is right,
—Ela£ne Goodale.

.—-—...—_—_

Stand close to all. but lean on none.
And. if the crowd desert you.

Stand just as fearlessly alone
As if a throng begirt you.

And learn what long the wise have known.
Self-flight alone can hurt you.

 

‘fI‘O PUT-IN-BAY AND RETURN."

 

' “ What! lived in Detroit eleven years
and never been to Put~in-Bay? Well I ! ’
There was a whole volume, from
frontispiece to finis, expressed in that
ejaculatory sentence, but it was destined
to be condensed and epitomized into an
“ all day one-act play;” and on one of
these beautiful July mornings when it
was neither too warm nor too cool, but
just altogether lovelv, “Us four ”—and
ever so many more—took passage on
the Kirby, which like an overgrown
white duck scudding before the breeze,
steamed gayly down our magnificent
river with its hundreds of human souls
on board. “Thank Heaven for the De-
troit River, and my lucky stars that I
live near it! ” ejaculated the Commo-
dore, as he removed his hat and let the
cool, fresh air blow away the traces of
the week’s fatigue and worries. “All
other streams are dwarfed by it. Did
you know the tonnage through it equals
that of the famous Suez Canal? If
Chief Pontiac could waken today I
wonder if he would know his old battle
and hunting grounds! What would he
say to a great steamer like this, that
could ride down a whole Indian fleet; or
at nightfall, to the hundreds of flashing

 

lights above the land on either shore?”
And imagination pictured the contrast
between the scene in savage days and
now, as at the rate of a mile in three
and a half minutes or less, we sped
down the channel, past the pretty new
Des-chreevshos-ka, with its quaint In-
dian name meaning “Here is every-
thing;” the little towns along the shore;
Wyandotte, with its great black fur-
naces and rolling mills; picturesque
Grosse Ile; the lighthouses lifting their
round heads from marshy points and
winking and blinking at night in a
manner totally inexplicable to any one
but mariners; past little islands which
none of us could name, and out into
open water upon the fourth of the Great
Lakes, the most willful and capricious
of them all, but which that day was of
a tranquil mind, and spared us our store
of lemons for another use.

I wish I could describe how fresh
and invigorating is the air from a great
body of water. It is so entirely dif—
ferent from any other atmosphere. It
seems as if you couldn't get enough of
it. I always feel as I used when a child
and very thirsty, and some one else
held the cup out of which I drank. I
knew there was plenty there but I
wanted it all at once. You breathe
more deeply and the air “ tastes better”
than where it is semi-saturated with
smoke and soot and dust.

And so, straight as the bird flies the
Kirby sped through the water, leaving
a gleaming wake of foam behind; the
shores grew dim and faded; we were
out of sight of land. Presently there
were some tiny islets, then North Bass
island and Middle Bass, spots dear to
fishermen; and then, veering a little, the
Kirby swung into the Bay, circling
Gibraltar—a high, tree-crowned island
of five or six acres, on which Jay Cooke,
the New York banker and capitalist,
has built a summer residence of which
only the turreted towers are visible
from the Bay.

The Bay itself is of the exact shape
of a scallop, with Gibraltar for an eye-
let, to use terms common in embroi-
dery. The island is of the same name,
very irregular in shape, and contains
about 1,500 acres, principally devoted
to grape-growing. We saw acres upon
acres of vines, and the wine trade is of
large proportions, with fishing a good
second. There is a United States fish

hatchery here where one billion eggs
can be hatched each season. We also
saw some young peach orchards. The
island is of limestone rock, and as is
often the case in such localities there
are several caves, one of which, called
Perry’s, is much visited by tourists.
Here, it is said, Commodore Perry hid
many valuables for safe-keeping before
the memorable naval engagement with
the British in 1813 which practically
ended the war of 1812, in which some of
our grandfathers had a hand. The
island takes its unique name from the
fact that Commodore Perry “put in "
his fleet here, after the battle during
which he wrote his memorable message,
“We have met the enemy, and they
are ours;” a saying which has come to
be as noted as Caesar’s terse and tri-
umphant “ l'eni, vid'i, rici,” but which
I suspect the old Roman would never
recognize in the “Weeny, Weedy,
VVeeky ” of modern High School 018.9
sics. An old weeping willow near the-
landing marks the spot where those who
fell during the engagement were buried.

On shore, it reminded me of nothing
so much as a county fair in full blast.
Small boys ringing big bells announced
dinner in voices all Out of proportion.
to their size—and the merits of the‘
meal; and every other door led to a
wine hall. The virtues of ginger beer
and pop corn, native wine and ice—cream
soda were vigorously extolled by men
who make their living by their months.
A beautiful grove was fitted up with
tables and seats for those who brought
lunch baskets. All was life and bustle,
for Put-in-Bay draws visitors from four
cities—Detroit, Cleveland, Toledo and‘:
Sandusky: and later in the day we

disembarkment of at least a thousand.
people from the “ City of Toledo,”
which had literally only standing
room for the crowd that swarmed over
her from hold to hurricane deck. The
possibilities of the place as a summer

think of a pretty girl in a soiled dress.

narrow walks. the temporary cheap
buildings, the
spoiled it.
ride, not for the stop.

Of course we were hungry, such air
gives one an appetite as sharpas a meat-

 

ax; and we sought a place to dine, for

watched from the Kirby’s deck the-

resort are immense, but it made me »

Nature had been most lavish, but the .

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tawdry decorations .
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the dinner bell on the Kirby at 11:30
was. too soon after breakfast; besides, we
were having a “fresh air feast” on
deck; So we essayed the Put-in—Bay
House, and if you ever go there don’t
you do it. We were assigned seats, and
there was a great calm for a long time.
The Cummodore’s eyes began to glitter
ominously; Madame’s nose assumed a
retrmasse effect foreign to its usual as-
pect; the Critic inspected her soup-
spoon and declared audi bly it was dirty.
The Observer leaned forward to say,
“I had decided that woman must be a
schoolteacher, she looks so prim and
dignified, eyeglasses too; but I heard
her ask that man what he did with
‘them fish.’ Guess I was wrong.” At
last Sambo gave us each a glass of ice
water; on this we subsisted for another
fifteen minutes, by which time even the
mild Observer began to look savage.
Atzlast, oh- joy! just as we had reason to
believe an. explosion of wrath was im-
minent, soup. and fish appeared and the
storm passed by with only a little
growling like subdued thunder. The
Critic, who has “views” on hygiene,
asked the Chmmodore, " How can you
eatsoup in hot weather?” “’Cause it’s
cold!” he retorted, in a tone that set
her to looking for the fish-fork that
wasnit there. And so all through the
meat (which we were fifty minutes in
getting); everything was cold but the
Roman punch, which ought to have
been frozen and wasn’t. The coffee had
no fresh grounds for being such and
even the tea seemed to apologize for its
infirmity. The bill of fare had ap-
parently been gotten up in a spasm of
emotional insanity, for lemon ice was
classed among “boiled and roast”
and the Roman punch with the
pastry. But perhaps that’s summer
resort style, I don’t know. Madame’s
neighbor was served to a new dish,
which~ must have been invented by
some desperate cook in that fruitless
season known to the old-fashioned
housekeeper as “between hay and
grass;” it was macaroni pudding-—
sections. of “ biled pipestems” inter-
spersed with atertiary sub-stratum of
baked custard.

On the deck of the Kirby, as the
City of Toledo lay at the dock along-
side, a question was asked by a woman
standing near which caused four several

’ and individual pairs of eyes to be fixed
upon her in amazement, and four pairs
' of ears to doubt their own evidence.
The steamer was gay with flags, each
hearing a name. She read them
off, “Put-in-Bay,” “Middle Bass,”
“Toledo,” etc., then, “Charley, what’s
that one at the end?” “Which one?”
“Why this one right here, there!”
“-jhat one? Why, that‘s the national
flag!” That woman didn’t know the
Stars and Stripes ll She was well
dressed, well looking, middle-aged,
S301“? good English, but where on earth
do you suppose she came from?
We wished the distance twice sixty

 

miles when all too soon a gleaming
white spot, the light house in the dis-
tance, showed we were nearing the
mouth of the river; and while twilight
was hiding either shore in tender mist
and sunset colors glowed in the west,
we were once again at home in the
City of the Straits. BEATRIX.

*w—

HARRY’S IDEAL.

 

Is Harry’s ideal, as described by
Sister Gracious some weeks ago, so
difficult to find as she would seem to
indicate?

I know not the rare creature for
whom she searches, but I do know many
girls who have doubtless as many of
the qualities desired by Harry, as he
of those manly virtues that would make
him acceptable to the young woman he
longs for.

I know a girl who can walk three or
four miles an hour, climb the fences on
the way if need be, and not be weary at
the end. She has never had a touch of
powder on her face, except in tableaux,
and has never been under the physi—
cian’s care; is not a fright, knows some-
thing of a good many things, enough of
some to gain a comfortable livelihood,
but alas, she wears a corset waist! Even
did she not I doubt if Mr. Harry would
give her the second glance should be
some day meet her on the street; for she
is not “stylish.” Not- because she
scorns such things; dear no, but there
are other things more important. For,
dear sisters, the girl who must earn her
living soon finds that the struggle is
hard enough at times without any
hindrances, and concludes to sacrifice
dress to business rather than strength
and business to dress. True, it takes
time and perhaps some tears, but I be-
lieve that in the end it is not loss. This
of course is not true of the young
“lady” who enters the field of labor
for the reason that without she cannot
have all the ribbons and laces she de-
sires. I am speaking of the voung
woman who is working not for more
sweetmeats, but for bread and butter.
If thoughtful, she will soon come to
consider carefully what shall be her
choice in many ways; and if wise will
spend her money, not in fine clothes
but for those things that shall aid in
building true and noble womanhood;
that shall fit her for the highest and
sweetest of life’s duties, if they fall to
her lot. She learns the value of money,
knowing its purchasing power as many
a political economist can never know it.
She knows how much and how little it
has to do with human weal and woe, at
least as she individually is concerned;
and knowing all this, not from-the
theorist’s standpoint but from that of
the practical worker, she is determined
to marry only a man who commands her
honor and trust, and because honor
and trust, her love; a' man for whose
happiness she is willing to sacrifice

 

some of the trifles that in her life alone

 

she could have. Is it easy, think you,
for a woman who has, for a decade of
years perhaps, had the control of purse
strings to accept a position where every
time fifty cents is needed she must
appear, in her own behalf, before the
committee of ways and means; to for-
feit and forego many of the pleasures
that as a girl, caring for herself,. she
enjoyed; to do disagreeable work; to
know there is no hour of the day which
she can call her own? Yet many do all
this for the men they love? Why? Be-
cause few are the women who in their
inmost hearts do not believe that a
woman is happiest and best when
making a home for the man she loves
above all others. Too, the spirit of
sovereignty is strong within us and we
love a realm whose peace or war is so
largely dependent upon us. So many a
woman gives up much that has made
life pleasant. cheerfully, even thank-
fully, and no one ever hears from her
lips how much she sacrificed, for when
true love is given, self is given too.

Why do so many men fail to find such
wives? Women of this character dec ‘
mand men of sterling qualities, manly
men; sometimes I think the men do
not always know where to look. Women
of this stamp wear not their hearts upon
their sleeves; it takes more than a day
or a week of chance acquaintance to
discover their qualities, so if man would.
win he must search. If he does not find
her in the parlor of his confrere let him
look in other places.

If Harry is faithful in his search he
may find the girl who can walk with
him, does not need the physician’s care
more than a third of the time; but he
will also be quite likely to find one who
has advanced ideas as to the requisites
of husbands; for the woman wise enough
to care for and strengthen her body, at
the same time opens to broader thought
and feeling both head and heart. May
there be many such, and Harrys wise,
brave and true enough to search and.
find. JEANNE ALLISON.

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OUB GIRLS.

 

[Paper read before the Grand Blanc Farmers‘
Club by Mrs. H. R. Dewey. July 10th. 1891.1

To me has been assigned the topic
“Our Girls." This subject is so broad,
so sweet. so numerous, I feel quite in-
competent to deal with it in its entirety,
so will limit myself to those girls which,
as an organization, we may be per~
mitted to claim exclusively as “ours,”
i. e., farmers’ girls.

We often see, in reading the discus-
sions of various meetings of people de-
voted to farming, the question anxiously
asked, “What are we going to do to
keep our boys on the farm? ” The ease
with which they drift away from the
farm into other professions is duly be—
wailed, and a remedy sought for with
earnestness. But has any one asked
the question. What are we doing to keep

 

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them thoroughly in sympathy with
farm life? I quite believe that when
we shall have learned to so teach and
train our girls as to make them recog—
nize the fact that the farm home affords
.as worthy a field for their developing
powers as the schoolroom, the com-
mittee, the manipulation of the type-
writer, or many of the various occupa-
tions now open to women, we shall have
answered the questiOn, “What shall
we do to keep our boys on the farm,”
once for all; for where the girls are
contented and happy the boys are sure
to be.

During the last month the voice of
the “sweet girl graduate” has been
heard in the land, as she completed her
school life. A goodly proportion of
these graduates are farmers’ daughters.
Their parents in many instances have
afforded them these educational op.
portunities only by the practice of
strict economy and self-denial at the
farm home. Each daughter is sup-
posed to have fitted herself to begin the
performance of life's practical duties;
to have laid in, as it were, a store of
useful knowledge that shall prove to her
an “open sesame” to the problems of
daily living and thinking.

But how many of these fair daughters
look forward to the farm home of their
parents, or even afarm home in that
unknown land of the future, of which
every girl sometimes dreams as a prob-
.able or even possible field for their
future usefulness? Too few, I fear.

It is the proud boast of Michigan that
she is a State of homes. While we may
not boast of the immense farms of the
farther west, we have a larger number

vof farms, owned and occupied by the
men who operate them, than any of our
sister States. This is a state of affairs
to which we point with pardonable
pride and satisfaction. for it is gener-
ally conceded that to be prosperous
morally and financially, a State must
have a solid backing of producers, a
foundation of agricultural interests
upon which to build her manufacturing
and commercial life.

The girls of today are to be the wives
and mothers of the future, but if, as
seems to be the case, there is a growing
disinclination on the part of our girls
to assume the duties of farm life, what
can we expect of the farm homes of that
future, and we do not wonder that
“Our Girls" should form a topic for
discussion in a farmers‘ club.

Mr. President, to convince another
of any truth we must first believe it
thoroughly ourselves, and if we would
cultivate in our girls a love and en-
thusiasm for farm life, we must first be
earnest and enthusiastic ourselves; be-
lieving fully in the dignity of useful
labor, and fully alive to all the pos-
sibilities of our profession. I use the

word profession advisedly, for the time
has passed when, as the old saying was,
“ Any fool can be a farmer.”

been practically demonstrated

It has
that

brains are as necessary a qualification
for farming as for other professions.
Fathers and mothers have been and are
still too apt to speak only of the un-
pleasant side of farm life; we have, as
Mrs. L. B. Bacon very aptly expresses
it in the HOUSEHOLD of June 13th,
“talked it down, not up.” We forget to
appreciate at its true value any bless-
ing constantly enjoyed, and have dwelt
too much on home‘s monotonous duties,
too little in its freedom, its independ-
ence, its healthfulness. Is it any won—
der then that the girl fresh from school
life, with all its pleaSant associations
and companionships, finding mother
perhaps a little pale and worn, and
father hurried and nervous, takes her
cue from all this talk of the unceasing
drudgery of farm life, and concludes
that she will teach, clerk, dressmake,
do anything in fact, rather than house.
work on a farm, not realizing the fact
for herself, never having it impressed
upon her young mind, that there are
some unpleasant things to be met with
in any vocation, and never once think—
ing that she, the daughter, can be and
shOuld be one of the most important
factors in making the farm home what
it may be, one of the happiest places on
earth. Fresh young life and enthusiasm
are needed on the farm. Youthful
ambition welcomes responsibility, and
when we learn to take our girls as well
as our boys as active partners in our
homes, we will have taken one step in
the right direction. Parents often err
through a mistaken tenderness, think-
ing to save their girls some of the
hardships that have been their lot, and
forgetting that through discipline only
comes truest development. We shall
have taught our girls one of life’s best
lessons when we have made them truly
feel that no duty is prosaic or common-
place if performed to promote the com-
fort and happiness of those we love.
V’Voman‘s life is necessarily made up of
details, of a multiplicity of details. I
suppose that is the reason God created
her more patient than man. but quaint
George Herbert says, “Who sweeps a
room as to God’s grace makes that and
the action fine.” And so girls, al-
though the thousand and one little
everyday duties of housekeeping seem
very commonplace affairs, when we
learn to regard them as our contribu-
tion towards the welfare and happiness
of the heme circle, we shall have lifted
them out of the realm of drudgery into
that of loving service, which is always
twice blest.

In these days of improved labor-
saving implements life on the farm,
either in doors or out, is not necessarily
all drudgery. There is a solid sort of
satisfaction in work well done; this
satisfaction is in proportion to the
thought put into our work, as intelli-
gence always tells quickly in results
obtained from our labors. There is
scope for much executive ability in

 

planning and caring for the comfort of a

 

  

 

household, that each individual mem-
ber is remembered and made comfort-
able in his or her individual way. The
girl’s knowledge of chemistry finds
field for use in cooking, in bread and
butter-making. To have learned some
thing at a school is one thing; to know
how to put that knowledge to practical
every day use is another. I know a
young married lady, a fine student at
one of our best colleges, who graduated
with high honors, who now after some
years of housekeeping regrets that she
did not spend a little more time in
mother's kitchen mastering the arts of
bread-making. fruit canning, etc. If
our girls are well taught in these use-
ful arts at home, with mother to assist
and correct mistakes, it is much easier
for them when they go to homes of
their own. Some previous training is
usually deemed requisite before enter-
ing on any new occupation, in none
more truly required than in the fine
arts of housekeeping and homemaking,
arts in which if we fail we not only, but
those most dear to us, pay the penalty
of our deficiencies.

But noble sentiments and faithful
performance of duties on the part of our
girls are not all that is required. I
would like to see farm houses more
like other cooperative industries. No
man would like to contribute his labor
to the State, as a whole. He wants to
feel individually repaid for his labor.
True, also, of our daughters. When
the girl teaches school or engages in
any other occupation, it is for the pur-
pose of earning money, money that
shall be hers to use for any purpose that
best suits her. A boy when he becomes
of suitable age and capacity, is usually
given some tangible return for his
labors on the farm, either a share in the
stock, the profits of the business, or
monthly wages; so I think if a girl is
expected to be contented and happy in a
farm house, she should be made to feel
that she is not only a participant in the
labors of the house, but in the returns
from those labors also, not only in a
general way, as in being provided with
food and clothing, but to the extent of
an occasional ten or twenty dollar bill,
when the head of the farm comes home
from selling the wool, or the wheat, or
the cattle or the sheep, in short any of
the various products of the farm. (I
am not going to even speak of his re-
membering his wife in this way, be-
cause it is presupposed that no member
of our Club ever makes it necessary for
his wife to ask for money.) Teach your
girl to know the worth of money, not by
being niggardly with her, but by let-
ting her know what it is to earn it. and
to use it wisely, and if you give her a
pet colt, or calf or sheep, let it be hers;
and if, after she has petted and cared
for it, and it has grown to a salable age
it is sold, let the money received for it
be hers to invest as she will. The

greatest reason that young- wives are
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husbands’ means will warrant, is not
because they do not wish to be prudent,
but because as girls they have had no
financial training.

I know one farmer who makes his
daughter his bookkeeper, of another,
an extensive breeder of all kinds of
thoroughbred stock whose daughter,
an accomplished lady, has for some
years attended to the voluminious cor-
respondence and record-keeping that
business requires. And I say it is with
mutual profit and satisfaction to both
father and daughter. It should be
more universally practiced. Many a
farmer never takes his wife, much less
his girls into his confidence as regards
his business affairs. This is all wrong.
If a woman is worthy to be a man’s wife
she is also worthy to be a partner in his
business; and if, as I heard a man say
once, “ His wife had no head for busi-
ness,” this is the way to make her have
one. Plan, consult, advise with wives
and daughters as well as sons regard-
ing the business management, the in-
come and expenses of the farm, thus
making all feel that theirs is a common
interest, having for its object the up-
building of a home in its truest sense.

“ Home is not merely four square walls.
Though with pictures hung and gilded,

Home is where affection calls.

Filled with shrines our hOpes have builded."

Again, there is much that an intelli-
gent girl can enjoy on a farm in watch-
ing and understanding the processes
of nature from seedtime to fruition.
There is no reason why a girl should
not understand the “whys and where-
fores,” the rotation of crops, the value
of difierent fertilizers, the cultivation
and care of different kinds of fruits and
grains, the care of different kinds of
stock. It should be a pleasure to fathers
and brothers to interest and instruct our
girls in all these things. It broadens a
girl’s mental horizon and causes greater
respect for the farmer’s vocation. Many
a girl dislikes, or thinks she dislikes
farm life because to her mind, woman’s
part in it is limited to a dull round of
dishwashing, cooking and babytending.

Let women clamor less for the ballot,
but learn to use the rights she al-
ready has, that God and nature have
endowed her with, bringing to man’s
side an intelligent comprehension of
his life work, and she can exert over
our fathers and brothers, husbands,
sons and lovers, an influence that is
immeasurable, and that the ballot can
never give her.

If for a change the father sometimes
invites his girl to a seat on the wheel
cultivator, the hay rake or tedder, she
will enjoy it and the roses on her cheeks
bloom all the brighter. There is noth-
ing unwomanly or debasing in these
things. Closer communion with Nature
in all her animate and inanimate forms
broadens our sympathies and makes us
more truly womanly. If we help a girl
to a more intelligent observation of the
great working forces of nature now, at
a time when she is comparatively un-

 

 

fettered by care and responsibility, we
have provided her not only with a
present amusement, but a means of
restful enjoyment in those later years
when she shall assume life’s sterner
duties. Ask those whom the changing
vicissitudes of life have transplanted
from the farm house to the city’s rest-
less life, and they will tell you they long
with an inexpressible longing for the
peace, the quiet, the freedom, the rest,
the abundance of the farm home, find-
ing amid these Surroundings a balm for
troubled hearts and sore spirits.

Our everyday surroundings and in-
fluences have much to do with the for-
mation of character, making it accord-
ing to the nature of these either a weed
by the wayside of life tossed by every
wind of selfishness or caprice, or a
beautiful plant blossoming into kindly
deeds and loving words. True educa-
tion has been defined as “ the gradual,
careful, symmetrical unfolding of all
our powers, showing itself in the in-
dividual not so much by the sum total
of knowledge, but in the balance of
judgment, the power of concentration,
and the genius for hard work.” Where
in all our broad land is a better oppor-
tunity afforded for the symmetrical de-
velopment of character than in the
farm home of today, where it is, as it
should be, the home of education and
refinement?

But mere theorizing is not enough.
If we wish our girls to love the farms,
we all have something to do. We
should make our homes attractive, as far
as our means will permit. If “music
hath charms to sooth the savage breast,”
,it is also as powerful in softening the
asperities of every day life. The man
who said “Let me write the songs of a
people, and I care not who makes its
laws,” understood human nature.
Where the voice of song is frequent,
quarrels are few, so if possible let
music add its charms to our home life.
The very best of reading matter is also
a necessity, even if the father doesn’t
buy that “forty,” he is longing for, or
goes with one less cupola on his barn.

I do not deny the fact of hard work on
the farm. It is there, and plenty of it,
but farm life may have its compensa—
tions for girls as well as boys. There
is much healthful pleasure in riding
and driving. Let these be numbered
among cur girls’ accomplishments; only
if you give her a horse let it be a good
one and not some broken down “slow
poke.” There can be a variety of enjoy-
able amusements varying with the dif-
ferent seasous, and if enjoyed together
by parents and children will do much
towards keeping them in close
sympathy. If parents will keep young
at heart, and in touch with their young
people, it matters little how many
years they can count, they are one in
feeling.

In the slender hands of “Our Girls,”
not farmers’ girls alone, but all our
girls, lies, I firmly believe, the settle-

 

ment of the vexed temperance question-
We may educate the children, wise
men may declaim on this great evil,

and legislators frame prohibitory laws.

It all helps. But when young ladies
refuse all attention, and socially
ostracize in every way all young men
who are not strictly temperate, then
and only then, will young men recog-
nize the truth that intemperance is a
sin against nature, and we shall all
hold in higher esteem even than we
now do, one of God's sweetest, tenderest,
purest forms of humanity, “ Our'
Girls.”

 

HOUSEHOLD HINTS.

 

MASH and season carrots just as you
do potatoes. They are very nice thus
prepared.

 

AN English paper says if you want
flavor to your green apple sauce or in
jelly, always cook the parings with the
sauce, even if you tie them in a tarleton
bag by themselves. Apples boiled in
cider are delicious. Sweet apples and
pears baked till jellied in their own
juice ditto.

 

AN exchange gives the following
valuable “ hintz” “ A good way to kill
the mosquitoes that come into your
room in the day-time is to take the top
of an ordinary blacking box and tack it
on the end of a broom handle; then put
a very little coal oil (or alcohol) in it,
and hold it under the mosquito, and
press it up against the ceiling, when
the fumes of the oil will stupefy him,
and he will fall into the lid.” The
mosquito will, of course, remain per-
fectly quiet while you thus compass his
destruction. But what’s the matter
with “ smashing” him on the good old-
fashioned and expeditious plan?

 

THE best way to take ink out of table
linen, says an exchange, is to soak the
spots in sour milk. Put the cloth in
the fresh milk and set it where it will
turn sour. The process of souring
seems to assist in drawing out the
stains. Rub the spots after they have
been soaking twenty-four hours in the.
milk after it has curdled, just as you
would wash any spot in water. They
finally become very faint, and may now
be washed out in water, and the first
time they are put through the weekly
washing the probability is that all
traces of the ink stains will have dis-

appeared.
Contributed Recipes.

 

 

Caucuses Prensa—Pick cucumbers,
wash very clean, pour boiling water over to
cover, and let stand until cold. Then put in
the following pickle: One gallon cold vine-
gar; one teacupful salt; two tablespoonfuls
each of cinn mon, cloves, allspice and black
pepper, and one of pulverized alum; add a lit-
tle horseradish. If you use around spices,
tie in bags, if whole, throw in loose.

Mus. GLENN L. WHEELER.

Pm YAN, N. Y.