DETROIT, AUGUST 15, 1891.

 

 

THE HOUSEHOLD-"Supplement.

 

 

HEB LAST COURSE.

 

When I married my wife she had studied sten-
emphy.

Got that down solid then took up photography.
Mastered that science and started geography.

All in the course of a year.
She presently took up a course of theology.
Followed that up with a touch of mythology.
Got a degree in the line of zoology.

Still her great mind remained clear.

80 she took in a course on the theory of writing:
Some lessons and points on the subject of fight.
in.
Along course on house building. heating. and
lighting.I
Far over her classmates she’d soar.
80 she entered the subject of steam navigation.
Took also instruction in church education.
And mastered the study of impersonation,
And still she was longing for more.

Next she tackled the latest great fad. electricity;
Dress reform institutes taught her simplicity.
Bought the best way to encourage felicity.
0h! she’s as smart as a book!
She at last ended up with a course in phonetics.
Gave a little attention and time to athletics.
The rest of her leisure she gave to magnetics.
And now she is learning to cook!
—Boston Transcript.

M—

TEE G. A. R. PARADE.

 

It is almost superfluous to describe
the parade of the Grand Army of the
Republic, for it really seems as if all
Michigan turned out to see it. It was
grand! Think of over four miles of
marching columns passing through
streets which were literally garlanded
with flags and festoons of red, white and
blue; with 106 bands all playing at
once, and thousands of people crowding
the sidewalks and shouting themselves
hoarse! Signal guns from the govern-
ment vessels at anchor in the river an-
nounced the movement of the first body
at 10:45; and it was 1:30 before the ad-
vance guard appeared in view coming
up Woodward Avenue. And when the
head of the marching column reached
the Arch at the Grand Circus, and
swept to the left, where its lines melted
into individual atoms at the command
“Break ranks!” the lines were still
forming and marching down Washing-
ton Avenue, to the right. The day was
simply magnificent. A cool southwest
breeze relieved the fervid sunshine of
an August day, and occasional light
clouds drifted across a sky as beauti-
fully blue as June’s. Not a drop of rain
had marred the freshness of the decora-
tions, the streets were clean, and many
citizens had considerately used their

 

hose to lay the dust for the comfort of the
men in line. From an exalted position
on a three-story building on Woodward
Avenue, with a pleasant party of
friends, I was able to get glimpses of
the forming of the parade on Grand
Circus and had a fine view the whole
length of Woodward Avenue from the
arch at the intersection of Jefferson
Avenue to that beyond us where the
parade ended.

First came a squad of mounted police,
clearing the way; then two full bands
of music. Detroit Post, with nearly
every member in line, was given the
honor of escorting the Commander-in-
Chief, Gen. Veazey, who with his suite
came next, and cavalry on horse-
back and maimed veterans in carriages.

The veterans were arranged in bat-
talions composed of the Grand Army
posts of the States, led by the Depart-
ment commander and his suite if in at-
tendance. Illinois came first, the com-
mander followed by Thomas Post, of
Chicago, whose members carried red,
white and blue umbrellas, so arranged
that as the spectator looked down upon
them he saw the stripes of red and
white and the stars on the blue field
which made a perfect representation of
our flag. The post named after Gen.
Custer wore red neckties like those
which that dashing general affected;
and John Brown Post carried a life size
portrait of the hero of Harper’s Ferry.
Another compact, well drilled body of
men carried each asmall U. S. flag over
his shoulder. “Old Abe,” the eagle
which was the pet of an Illinois regi-
ment and went through the war with
them, but which long ago went where
all good eagles go, was present in the
parade, stuffed and mounted and car-
rying in his beak the national colors.
I have read somewhere that “Old
Abe” was as valiant as the bravest
soldier and never flinched amid the
fiercest hail of shot and shell. A Wis-
consin post carried a smaller live
eagle, which occasionally fluttered its
wings.

Then Wisconsin, one of whose posts
carried a badger as an emblem; an-
other was preceded by a young girl
dressed as a Goddess of Liberty. Penn-
sylvania’s department officials came on
horseback; two Gatling guns were
drawn by led horses, and then came
the tattered battle flags of the Key-

 

stone State, shot to ribbons and rags,
but precious relics indeed to "her
veterans.

Ohio turned out as she threatened,
“a Buckeye for every Wolverine in
line.” The yellow flags inscribed
“Ohio” were a long time (an hour and
twenty minutes) getting by, and came
up the Avenue in fine shape notwith-
standing the long march without re-
freshment, which must have made some
of them remember the long marches
when rations were scarce and time
precious. There was a drum corps of
56 boys who plied the sticks in a fashion
which indicated they understood their
ability to make anoise. They passed
to the station where they were to “fall
in” playing “High Betty Martin”
with a musical rattle of drum-sticks.
One post was introduced by four stal-
wart men bearing an immense copper
canteen. The two chief posts of St.
Louis, Mo., sent strong representations;
one, Ransom post, 150 strong, is that
towhich Gen. Sherman belonged; he
named the post, was its first commander,
and requested that it escort him to the
grave. A platoon of thirteen girls
handsomely uniformed marched in
good style, nor did they break ranks
until they had covered the full line of
march. Connecticut, Massachusetts,
Rhode Island, New Jersey, Maine-
whose men carried a sprig of pine
from the “Pine Tree State” followed
in order indicated, bearing flags and
banners, preceded by bands or drum
corps, so that the crash and elangor
of the one just passed mingled and
blended with that of the next imme-
diately following. Most of the bands
played “war music.” “Marching
Through Georgia” was a favorite,
“ Rally Round the Flag,” “Red, White
and Blue,” .and even a strain or two of
Dixie got tangled up in a medley of
patriotic airs.

Texas, the Lone ’Star State, con»
fronted us bearing the immense horns
of a Texan steer, eight feet from tip
totip, guarded by seventy men. Kansas’
veterans bore mammoth stalks of sun-
flowers and wore full sized sunflowers-
as boutonnieres. New Hampshire’s
boys wore sprigs of evergreen in their
hats, to the consternation of an, old
lady who thought they must be Irish»
men “wearing of the green; ” New
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dressed in the old continental style,
with Uncle Sam himself for a drum
major; Montana‘s noble thirteen who
made the entire march carried um-
brel‘las combining the red, white and
blue. Minnesota sent a large delega-
tion, and the sheaf of wheat which
crowned the flag-staff was symbolic of
her chief crop, the golden grain which
whitens her sunny acres. Florida’s ex-
soldiers bore palms, and a small alliga-
tor represented one of her principal
products. Georgia‘s men were colored,
and passed us singing “Marching
Through Georgia;” the leader of the
detachment was a coal black African
at magnificent physique. Mississippi
and Louisiana sent up a quota; but I
felt sorry for the Englishman who told
me next day he cheered those men
hastily. because he thought they fought
in the rebel ranks, and I took a ma-
licious pleasure in explaining that only
Union soldiers could be members of an
organization where loyalty is the chief
requisite. _

But it is impossible to particularize.
It must be enough to say that every
State in the Union was represented, the
District of Columbia, three territories
and Alaska, showing how the army
scattered all over the Union, taking
with it patriotism and fealty to the flag
and. fellow comrades; and how strong
the tie of fellowship which could bring
men from our farthest boundaries to
renew their allegiance and friendships.

Wherever the tattered remnants of
the old battle-flags-—shot to ribbons,
sometimes only a fringe of tatters left
upon the staff—appeared, a round of
cheers followed. Some of them were
discolored and stained with the blood
of those who had borne them in battle.
Wherever possible, they were carried
hythose who had been their bearers
during the war. Michigan’s flags were
notsent from Lansing for use in the
parade,» as. at first announced. On in-
vestigation, they were found so fragile
through long keeping that exposure to
the dangers of shipment and exhibition
would cause their entire destruction.

Michigan, from Monroeto Hancock,
was well represented. I was proud of
our State’s showing as I looked over
the solid ranks marching up the Ave-
mze, banners flying, drums beating.
Most of the Michigan veterans who
visited the city made it a point to make
the march “for the credit of the State,”
and they made a fine showing. : For
the laggard in the ranks, for him who
no- longer bore himself in the erect,
soldierly fashion, one could have the
widest charity—it is a quarter of a
century since they “broke ranks” and
sought more peaceful occupations, and
time tells. Some pathetic sights were
seen. One old blind soldier was led by
his little daughter, another by his son,
still another, both blind and lame, by
his faithful wife, who bore the fatigue
of the long hot tramp that he might
have the pleasure of marching again

 

with his comrades. There were twelve
men who bore flags, and each man had
lost an arm; aman who had lost his
right arm marched with one who had
lost his left, and thus they carried the
colors. Nor were all the heroes in the
ranks of the veterans; a lad perhaps
ten years old marched in front of
a division, a miniature drum major
without his responsibilities. He was‘
so tired he could hardly put one foot
before the other, but he pressed on
right valiantly till he had guided them
to the close of the parade, a little hero
in his pride and pluck. There were a
great many pathetic incidents during
the week, when old comrades met
again, or discovered those they thought
dead on southern battle-grounds yet
lived.

To show the democracy of the Grand
Army, and that all the offices and
honors are not for the generals and the
colonels, I may say that an ex-presi-
dent of the United States, R. B. Hayes,
marched on foot in the ranks of the
post of which he is a member; that
there were many ex-governors of States
in line; that Alger, general, ex-gover-
nor, and who last year himself reviewed
the veterans as Commander-in-Chief.
this year marched as one of them, and
many other men who have been dis-
tinguished in field and council did the
same, “one of the boys ” again.

Sentiment and business were amuso
ingly combined in equal measures in
the decorations of some of the eating
houses and beer halls. One building
bore an immense inscription “ Wel‘
come, G. A. R.”, and below the friendly
greeting, “Cots One Dollar.” An-
other was inscribed “God Bless Our
Gallant Defenders. Square Meals Fifty
Cents.” A Gratiot Avenue sign read
“One flag, one country—und zwei
lager.”

I am glad to say there were two
classes of people who were sadly disapo
pointed in their expectations of gain.
One glass was the grand stand fiends,
who put up stands along the line of
parade and charged from one to two
dollars for a seat. The were “abso-
lutely left.” Most of them did not sell
enough seats to pay the expense of con-
struction. If they had not been so
greedy they might have made a fair
profit. The other disappointed people
were the saloon-keepers, who expected
a big harvest. Those who thought and
said the members of the G. A. R. were
“a set of drunken bummers” learned
differently. I saw but one ex-soldier
who was intoxicated, though I was
down town every day. Considering the
welcome extended by the 1,500 saloon
keepers of the city, the record of the
wearers of the blue—“ blue for the men
who are true ”—is remarkable.

It is estimated, by careful investiga-
tion at railroad and steamboat offices,
that at a very moderate estimate, 125,-

 

000 strangers visited Detroit during en-
campment. To thus increase by one-

 

 

third the population of any city, so sud-
denly, means of course thata good many
pe0ple must be inconvenienced, but
nearly everybody seemed good humored
and patient over the inevitable an-
noyances. But the “ kicker ” we have
always with us. He had expected to
be treated with “distinguished con-
sideration,” and found himself only one
small atom in the great aggregate of
humanity. People stepped on his toes
and he was elbowed in the street cars.
The, captain of the steamer wouldn’t
run the boat to suit him, and he thought
the fireworks were a fizzle. Every-
thing was done better “last year at
Boston.” And we were all glad when
a tart-tongued woman gave him a
thrust by saying loud enough for him
to hear: “I’ve always noticed that
those who find the most fault when
they’re away from home are those who
have the least at home. You’ll find
people who are accustomed to travel
expect and bear silent-1y certain an-
noyances that stay-at-homes always
growl over." It silenced him. But it
was a good-natured, well-pleased crowd,
in the main, and the veterans ex-
pressed themselves as delighted at
their reception and the provisions
made for their accommodation.

The Grand Army of the Republic,
like the army itself, is an omnium
gaflwrum. In its ranks meet high and
low in social rank and advantage, and
the G. A. R. does not ask whether a
a man is rich or poor, of leisure or a
laborer, only his record as a faithful
soldier and a good citizen. And so
while the majority of the visitors were
well dressed and well appearing men-—
men who looked as they undoubtedly
were, the business men of their com-
munity, there were those whose blue
suits were worn and shabby and who
looked as if fate had not blessed
them with over much of fortune’s gifts.
But all were comrades, friends, made
so by the magic of the bit of metal
whose motto is Fraternity, Charity,
Loyalty. BEATRIX.

 

THREEINABED.

 

I once spent a week in a farm house
where the family consisted of a man,
his wife and their child, seven months
old. There were two hired men and
myself, the school ma’am. The house
had five bedrooms, but the hired men
slept in the unfinished loft known as
the “wood house chamber,” what is
called half story high, with but one
window, and with the kitchen chimney
at one end. There were two beds there,
but the men were expected to occupy
but one, and the wife complained to her
husband that when the new man
came he took the second bed instead of
sharing that of the old employe, and
when the offense was repeated the bed-
ding and pillows were taken away. The
sun beat all day upon the unshaded roof,
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‘through the blindless open window and

was augmented by the warmth of the
chimney. It was no great wonder the
.men went to the barn, opened the big
doors, piled the fragrant hay in great
heaps upon the floor, and slept there.

The farmer and his wife and baby
shared a little room—just big enough
for a bed, a chair and a stand, and with
but one window, which was covered
with mosquito net. The room was on
the southwest corner, and between the
sunshine and the caloric radiated by
the stove in the kitchen, out of which
the bedroom opened, was only a few de-
grees cooler than the fiery furnace ar-
ranged for the Hebrew children in
Holy Writ. The baby slept with its
parents, and how Ipitied the poor pale,
languid, heavy-eyed, peevish. fretful
little thing! Every morning the mother

complained the heat was so great and

the baby so restless she couldn’t sleep,
but I don’t think the poor woman once
dreamed the baby’s restlessness was
largely her own fault, and that in
cooler quarters it might have enjoyed,
and allowed her to enjoy, refreshing
slumber. And the poor child was un-
dressed and put into its “ nightie” of
heavy cotton—new, so it could be
bleached by repeated washings, and
without the comfort of a cooling bath,
every night, to sleepa little, and toss
about and cry. I pitied the mother,
too, so tired and worn with sleepless
nights and days of toil over the stove,
and longed to tell her a few things for
her own and her baby’s welfare. And
how many times, in thinking of this
poor girl, not yet twenty-one, but with
one baby already, I wished there was
some way girls could be prevented
from getting married until they were
fit to be mothers and had some idea of
how to take care of a baby.

The parlor was a nice large room, on
the shady side of the house, with win-
dows and a door opening on a pleasant
piazza, and as yet unfurnished. Any
real sensible woman would have had a
bed put up there, and used the room
during the summer months. What
matter if it was uncarpeted and cur-
tainless! A roll of cheap paper would
have remedied the one, and a carpet is
not a necessity. Then in this nice
airy apartment. mother and baby could
have secured sweet and restful sleep,
especially if the little fellow had been
bathed in tepid water and invested
with a thin loose nightgown. Three
in a bed, and one a babe, in summer or
winter weather, are certainly one too
many.

Why can’t people use what they’ve
got and enjoy it, instead of always
saving it and waiting to get more? So
many farmers’ wives shut up their
houses and live in back rooms, occupy-
ing little, close bedrooms and sitting in
the kitchen, while the nice parlors are
opened only for company, and the
roomy bedrooms rarely aired except for
.strangers’ benefit! All the furnishings

 

are good for any ordinary lifetime; it is
the height of folly to shut them away
from the light and sleep three in a bed,
to preserve them for heirs who may
vote our treasures “ old duds” and con-
sign them to the attic. Don’t live on
the “ three in a bed” principle, but en-
joy your possessions as you go along.
They will not do you any good in the
next world; those who come after you
can look out for themselves.
BBUNEFILLE.

 

THE TRUE WOMAN‘S DUI‘Y.

 

In looking over some back numbers
of the HOUSEHOLD, I found the article
about young ladies who sit for tin-types
with their escorts, and which remind-
ded us we would be ashamed in after
years when we are married, to come
across those old pictures. It did not
seem half as bad as an occurrence I call
to my mind that happened lately; for I
hope we are none of us guilty of accom-
panying young men of whom we or any
one need be ashamed; but of course that
time is passed for me. I’m married
and have been for nearly three years,
and delight in the possession of a good
husband and fourteen months old baby
boy. But let me tell you I did not take
sides with the tin-type question because
I was guilty of having them taken, for
I never had one taken with a young
man, except my brothers, until after I
was married.

We were visiting a young couple who
had been married about a year; and in
the conversation he jokingly remarked
that his wife had married the first fel-
low who asked ‘her. I knew she did,
for she was too much of a lady to allow
a young man to propose to her when
she could not give her affections in re-
turn. I was intimately acquainted
with her, and I know there was a young
man who would have asked her, but
just as soon as she saw the drift of his
mind she dropped him in her own
ladylike way. I often think how many
more happy ones there would be, less
sorrow and perhaps less crime com-
mitted, if young persons would be true
and noble in all their acts, for it is much
easier to do right than wrong, and the
wrong when once done can seldom be
undone. There are many shallow-
minded girls who think it smart to
allow young men to propose, when they
care nothing for them, and expect they
will offer themselves sooner or later.
Why can’t they be ladies and an honor
to the sex, and when they see there is
something warmer than friendship
there, (for a dull woman can see when
the eyes brighten, the faces illuminates
at her approach) if the affection can
not be returned, in a lady-like way
drop them. It may save many a heart-
ache and many a tear. I know some
think I am pretty good, but I know
better, for my temper is my greatest
failing, and if I ever hear my friend
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spect again, I shall tell him it was too
bad she married the first one who asked
her, for I see he was not fine enough
to appreciate her noble character.
LEONIA MAY.

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AT BAY VIEW.

 

I thought to write a Bay View letter
to the HOUSEHOLD before this, but very
serious illness in our cottage has in-
terfered with all our plans here. Of
all places to be sick a cottage at a sum-
mer resort is the worst, for every foot-
fall, the opening and shutting of a door
or even a whiSper is felt all over the
house. For days and nights the death
angel seemed very near to us, and with
two of our seven so very ill there was
no pleasure to be thought of for the
rest, but now the prospects are en-
couraging and we are enjoying every-
thing. The most delightful attraction
is the air, so cool, so pure and
strengthening.

The programme at the great audi-
torium and six other public buildings is
sufficiently varied to suit all comers—
and they are numerous, never so many
before. The first day’s sale of season
tickets aggregated $2,464, being 8500
more than the opening day of last year.
The summer schools are all well at-
tended, but the great majority of ladies
everywhere is noticeable. Are they
more interested in higher education
than the sterner sex? Everything is
arranged in harmony with the Chau-
tauqua reading for the past year, so we
have “English, you know" every-
where.

Miss Mary Beedy gives daily talks
on what she learned of English life in
her five years’ residence there; and
Miss Balgerine is a representative
Englishwoman with an unmistakable
accent but many sound ideas. She
represents four leading women’s so«
cieties there. Those who have read
the writings of Marion Harland and
Mrs. Sangster are delighted to see and
listen to them in the woman’s council
here. The grey-haired, strong-featured
old mother of Gen. Lew Wallace is one
of the lecturers, and she is vigorous to
battle for women’s rights, never lack‘
ing in ideas or ways to express them
well. ‘ .

Mrs. Lydia Mountford, a native of
Jerusalem, with all her brilliant orien-
tal costumes, gives four lectures, and
her Amazonian proportions and voice
are in marked contrast to the diminu-
tive Miss Benfey who gives such pleas-
ing dramatic recitations, her role
having been “Elaine,” “Mill on the
Floss” and “Adam Bede.” Her
features are a reminder of one of
Raphael’s cherubs. V

The Fisk Jubilee singer-s have been
here, and at their last entertainment
there was not even standing room in
the great auditorium that seats 3,000
peOple. For soloists we have Mrs.

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and Mrs. Jennie Hall Wade, of Brook-
lyn, N. Y.

The justly famous Dr. Buckley, of
New York, gave Bible lectures every
day for a week, and made himself very
popular. Prof. DeMotte has given two
profound scientific lectures, and Dr.
Dickerman is on the programme for his
great stereoptican display of Egyptian
glory. The polished orator, Dr. Con-
well, of Philadelphia, gave “A Jolly
Earthquake” and “Garibaldi ” to ap-
preciative listeners.

To-morrow we (not the invalids, but
the able-bodied) forego all the literary
feast and go to Odin on a fishing ex-
cursion, after which we shall expect to
besufiiciently “brainy ” to write again.
The Assembly is now half through and
our brains ache from the great stress
of knowledge acquired during the past
ten days, but we’re packing it away for
future reference. EL. SEE.

BAY VIEW.
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“SAW TEE ELEPHANT."

 

Yes, we too attended the circus,
though the intention was to go to town,
do some trading, see the street parade
and the crowd, then return home. We
started early, so as to take the cool of
the day and avoid the dust, but had not
gone far before we realized that every-
body was going; teams and vehicles of
all descriptions came from every direc-
tion, and turning into the main road
their drivers gave free rein to their
steeds, and soon the air was filled with
clucks, chirrups, anxious looks, dust
and a sort ’0 “Git there Doll and
Nance” expression that was good to
see; and if you want to see anticipa-
tion illustrated just drive leisurely to
town on circus day, and let the crowd
go by you—a moving, human kaleidos-
cope, true to nature, and one of the
best parts of the show.

Well, we reached town safely, though
I felt somewhat anxious, as it was
Friday (said to be a dreadfully unlucky
day), found everybody there and the
children too, but we got a good place
where we could see, and began to look
at the folks and wait for the parade;
and to make comfortable and sociable I
bought some pop-corn and mother and
Sarah and I stood there and just en-
joyed life, for about two hours, eating
pop-corn, seeing the folks and offering
a few comments on “life illustrated,”
as seen from our standpoint (a dry-
goods box), and I’ve no doubt that I
did my full share to help make up the
picture—and eat the corn—when sud-
denly the cry went up, “ They’re com-
ing.” We quit eating pop corn—for it
was all gone—and Opened our eyes with
wonder and closed our mouths with
decision, as the procession, headed by
the “car of triumph” came in sight,
drawn by eight beautiful grey horses.
Three bands of music, four elephants,
four spotted leopards, Shetland ponies,
three camels, bright equipages, stirring
music. all made a fine parade. Sarah

 

had never seen an elephant and could
hardly tell which way they were going
——backwards or forward—as they ap-
peared to have a tail at both ends.
Well, after the procession had passed,
Sarah wanted to go and see the show,
and it seemed hard not to take the
child, and mother seemed real willing
to go and help me take her, so away
we went. Arriving near the big tent I
prepared for the first act in the drama
proper, getting tickets. Have you
ever been there? It’s quite interesting
to a locker on, but for real enjoyment
you need to be “one of ’em.” If you
follow the procession right up, you’ll
have time to stand and gently crowd
towards the unopened ticket wagon for
about one hour and seventy-eight
minutes; by that time you will—if
you’ve given good attention—become
quite well acquainted with the wagon,
also with the color and expression of
the eyes of the crowd, and also with
the variety and strength of the human
breath. But all things have an ending,
and the door in the ticket-wagon finally
opened and business commenced—a
st ruggle for life and tickets—and when
I emerged from that maelstrom I first
got breath, then felt for my clothes,
found most of ’em, felt to see if any
bones ,were broken, found only bruises.
then made my way to where mother
and Sarah were “standing up for their
rights” manfully, and as the returning
“ brave ” holds aloft in triumph the
scalp of his enemy, so in triumph I held
up the tickets, which to us were the
“ open sesame.” Once inside the
te nt,’we took a look at the menagerie
part—very interesting indeed. The
animals were clean, well kept and in
good condition; the hippopotamus drew
most attention—a mutual exchange of
open-mouthed wonder. The huge
elephant always interests me, the portly
form and stately movements—so like
an alderman—mischievous eyes, large
and high forehead—room for thought—
and what an ear for music if only cul-
tivated, and how character is expressed
by the mouth! (I could only think of an
old man without teeth trying to chew
tobacco.) I advised Sarah not to tryto
chew gum and eat gingerbread all at
the same time; While gazing at the
cage of monkeys I looked to see if there
was any evidence tending to establish
the theory of “ evolution;” if it was
there I failed to see it, though I admit
that a desire to see everybody and to
get all they could to eat, was very ap-
parent. After we had taken a good
look at all of the animals we passed into
t he circus part of the tent, and began to
look for a good seat with the same
anxious manner and inquiring upturn-
ed eye that the chickens show at perch
time. We finally found what we
thought would suit us, and took seats
about midway from the ground to the
roof, on a board eight inches wide, one

inch thick, and made, I judge, of
1i gnum vitae; and nothing in the whole

 

show so impressed itself on my memory
as did that seat. The seat below made
a good foot-rest until the folks began to
sit on our toes, when we removed them,
and let ’em hang down (our feet) till the
show was over. I was much interested
in the feat of one of the performers,
who lay down on his back, stuck his
feet up in the air, and held aloft on his
feet what looked like a soap barrel,
and the way he rolled, tumbled and
kicked that barrel was astonishing, but
I was afraid all the time that the bar-
rel would burst and let the soap run all
over the poor man. Another per»
former on stilts about thirty feet high,
and wearing a Mother Hubbard dress,
was a beautiful sight. The performance
was good—too good for me to attempt
to describe it—the audience for the two
performances numbered about ten,
thousand, and we looked till our mouths
ached, and laughed till our faces pained.
us. and when it was all over we felt ten
years younger, reached down and
found our feet, came down from our
perch, joined the homeward-bound
crowd, and felt glad in our minds, and
painfully in our anatomies. that we’d

“ been to the circus.”
THEOPOLUS.

THERE is always a surplus of syrup
after filling your jars with brandied or
pickled peaches. Strain this through
a cloth, boil ten minutes, and seal up
hot for pudding-syrup. It needs only

to be heated for table use, and is very
good.

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Contributed Recipes.

 

Ion Omsk—One quart of cream; one quart
of milk; two cups of sugar; three eggs, and
three tablespoonfuls of flavor. Whip the
cream, add milk and sugar, then the beaten
yolks and flavoring, and last add the white
whipped to a froth, and freeze. In making
ice-cream, before you prepare the cream,
prepare the ice as Ella R. Wood says, and
pack your freezer, and by the time the
cream is ready the freezer will be “froze
up,” ready to commence freezing the cream.
This makes one gallon when frozen. The
cream may be good without eggs.

 

Human Cnocom'rs Cum—One cup of
sugar; one half cup of butter; two well beaten
eggs; one half cup of milk; two tea.
spoonfuls of baking powder, sifted with one
and two-thirds cups of flour; one half tea-
spoonful of vanilla. Take out two-thirds
cup of this batter and mix with it four
tablespoonfuls of grated chocolate. Cover
the bottom of the pan with white, then drop
upon it spoonfuls of the dark, then another
layer of white and so on. Bake in moderate
oven.

 

CHOCOLATE CAKE—I generally use the
same recipe as for marbled cake, omitting
the cup of batter with chocolate stirred in
and only using the whites of three eggs
beaten well and added last. Bake in three
layers. Make a boiled frosting of five
tablespoonfuls of milk or water, one
granulated sugar; flavor with vanilla, heat
slowly, than boil five minutes or until it
hairs from spoon; have readv grated two-
thirds cup of sweet chemists and add im-
mediately, beat hard a minute and spread be.
ween layers and on top. an M42.