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THE HOUSEHOLD-"Supplement.

 

-- FALSE KIN DRESS.

The softest little flnfi of fur!

The gentlest, most persuasive pnrrl

0h. everybody told me that

She was the "loveliest liltle cat!“

80 when she on the table sprung,

And lap: ed the cream with small red tongue.
I only gently put her down,

And said. "No no!" and tried to frown;

But if I had been tru‘y kind.

I should have made that kitten mindl

Now. large and quick. and strung of will1

She’ll 3; ring upon the table still.

And, spite of all my watchful care.

Will church the choicest dainties there;

And even‘b idy says. "St-a l scatl

She’s such a dreadful. dreadrul oat l"

But I. w: o hear them, know. with shame.

I only am the one to blame.

For in the days when she was young.

And lapped the cream with small red tongue.

Bad I to her been truly kind.

I should have made that kitten mind.
—lllarian Douglas.

 

EXPLANATORY.

 

It never occurred to me that any one
who read the article “ Keeping Board-
ers” in the HOUSEHOLD of July 30th
would infer from it that the writer be-
lieved fruits, vegetables, butter, milk,
etc., were spontaneous productions of
the soil and obtained without labor or
expense to the farmer. Oh no, I’ve
lived on the farm altogether too many
years myself to cherish such a mistaken
Opinion. But I certainly never realized
the vast chasm which exists between
growing a thing yourself and buying
it in the city market until I lived in
the city, and it was this difference I had
in mind when I spoke of obtaining
garden and orchard products “with-
out money outlay.” The farmer’s wife
does not have to open her purse a dozen
times a. day, as does the t0wnswoman,
to procure the necessaries for each
day’s meals; meats, vegetables, fruits,
milk, eggs, and other essentials are
matters requiring a daily expenditure
of money, varying of course with the
size of the family, and if you only knew
the prices we have to pay at retail, you
would not wonder city people think
such things must come “easy as ask-
ing” on the farm.

Suppose Nettie figures out the actual
cost of a bushel of potatoes or apples, 8.
quart of milk or berries, a. peek of to-
matoes. acucumber, allowing for the
rent of the land, the taxes, the fact
that hired men will not work without

petites, and the cost of implements and
teams. The garden is usually cared for
at odd times, often when man and team
would be idle, and I do not believe the
expense necessary to provide all the
vegetables and small fruits which could
possibly be used in a family would
amount to even $15 per annum. For
that amount, if used in the same
abundance, the city housekeeper would
pay, at slow estimate, at city retail
prices such as she must pay, $15.

Nettie uuoted T. B. Terry; he’s good
authority. I’ll quote him, too. He has
56 rods set to raspberries and black-
berries; and, in the P'ram'cal Farmer,
estimates the annual expense of cultiva-
tion and care, outside of picking, at $5.
Now add to this the rent and taxes on
56 rods, linear measure, of land, and
tell me what a quart of berries, for
which the city woman pays fifteen cents,
costs Mr. Terry. Mr. Terry says,
further: “ No man in a large city on a
salary of $2,000 a year can live as well
as we do on our tO-acre farm, on the
income f1 cm the farm only,” and I be-
lieve him. I have at hand a man’s
calculation as to what it cost him to
keep a cow (Jersey, cost $50) one year.
He had everything to buy, including
the hire of pasturage. He says it cost
him ten cents a day on pasture and
twenty cents aday in the stable. He
sold 2,296 quarts of milk at five cents a
quart, and with the sale of the calf.
made a profit of $54.80 on the cow in a
year, aside from what milk was used in
the family. It is estimated that a
bushel of corn will keep a hen a. year,
what is the cost of a dozen of eggs?
They cost in cities from 15 to 40 cents,
according to season. What is the
actual expense of a. chicken fed 0n
grasshoppers and table scraps and a
little corn, to the farmer? There’s an
expense of 50 to 75 cents to the city
consumer. A friend here told me she
paid $1.25 per bushel for potatoes, until
quite recently; currents were 121} to 15
cents a box; red raspberries and Law-
tons from 15 to 18 cents, huckleberries,
the cheapest fruit we have had (and
the poorest) at a shilling; apples, 35
and 40 cents a peck and “measley”
fruit at that, and where is the farmer
who wouldn’t think he was on the high
road to the county-house if he had to
buy his supplies at such prices?

 

wages and usually have shocking ap-

producer and consurncr——the railroad’s,
the commission man’s, and the retail
dealer’s. Three sets of people make a
living. and the consumer pays the bills.
If the city boarding-house keeper can
pay these three profits and her rent,
and make a living with table board at
four dollars a week, it strikes me that
the farmer’s wife. who doesn’t have
these three profits and rent to meet,
can make day’s wages at keeping sum-
mer boarders at five- or six dollars a
week. And if I am wrong. I assure all
my farmer friends I will very gladly be
set right if they will produce facts and

figures to prove my error.
BEATRIX.

CHOOSING THE ESSENTIAL.

I had quite a hearty laugh over the
way Shirtless “sized me up.” I have
quite a local reputatiou for a worker,
so she is wide of the mark. I do not
have life any easier than the majority
of the farmers’ wives of my acquaint-
ance. Of course I married well; I. think
so; but it is‘equally true that my hus-
band married well and he is aware of
the fact.

The idea that my hu~‘ and would re-
fuse mc the money for a hired. girl is
about as absurd as that I should refuse
him the money for a lured man—he
keeps three. we a , business partners,
each authority in he own department,
and I did not marry a man dishonest
enough to pccket t‘ proceeds of the
whole concern, so, “I follow my own
sweet will” and keep It girl. Ithought
ahired girl as cssc ‘ill to success in
my department as 3 mil , a cistern or
a cook stove, even when there were no
children; and so, as the little ones
came one after another till some of my
neighbors did notcall mc “privileged,”
my strength and endurance have not,
like Shiftless’, decreased in like ratio,
butI can truly say have increased in
like ratio.

Shiftless asks me some questions,
“Would I like?” etc. I learned long
ago that I could neither do nor have
what I like, but must do as I could;
and as to likes, why there are all
grades of them. Yes, I like ironed
clothes. I like to read all the newest
magazines / and reviews, an ace tsional
book of history and philosOphy. like to
drive, go to parties and have com-

 

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and all the other developments of the
culinary art, but it is evident I can’t
have all my likes, so I make a choice.
I am sitting now clad in garments fr 3m
innermost to outermost that are not
ironed! my children are playing about
me, not one of them, even the baby,
has on an ironed garment. My hus-
band is riding the binder in shirt,
overalls and jacket alike unacquainted
with the flatiron, and as to table linen,
oh! horrible to tell, we use oilclothl I
don’t know how long my husband
looked at his shirt the first time an un-
iroued one confronted him. I am sure
I did not coax him to put it on. I spoke
to him about the matter when I read
Shiftless’ letter and he said he was
thriving finely, and he thought
Shiftless’ husband would come to the
mush and milk all right, in time, if
she was persevering.

I like to, and do, hire every stitch of
my sewing done, but then you see I
don’t have to pay money for medicine
to brace me up. I never had the head-
ache or the backache in my life, and I
don’t think I would like to have either.

In canning time, housecleaning time,
etc., I think it economy to hire extra
help. When my little ones come, I
employ the best nurse Ican find for
three weeks; it pays to have time to
enjoy a wee little baby, for “we may
not pass this way again.” How can I
afford it? Well, the only thing we had
to start on was good health, and we
thought best not to squander that; now
we have neither rent nor interest to
pay, and have a pleasant farm home
with abundant health to enjov it,
and when my baby boy, with his
brothers and sisters, takes his degree at
college I don’t think he will have lost
caste because he wore unironed clothes
when a child. ALMIRA.

W

THOSE B ‘DARDERS AG AIN.

 

What an idea some city people have
of the farmers! Because they own and
cultivate some land there is so little ex-
pense. They do not think of the taxes
and ge feral cost of keeping everything
in repair, that the townsman does not
have who pays rent.

I suppose in imagination they see the
farm house, a rather ancient looking
afiair, with gable ends, floors in the
living rooms that are minus carpets,
and the so-called parlor with rag car-
pet and green paper shades at the win-
dow; and the housewife a woman of
wan, jaded appearance, who never
smiles because she is so worn out; and
that they very seldom have on the
dining table what the farm does not
produce.

But the country is divided into as
many classes as the city. And I think
if Beatrix were to visit many neigh-
borhoods she would find as refined and
well furnished homes as those of the
neighboring cities. It is so now that
the prosperous farmers enjoy certain

luxuries as much as any other class;
and their houses are built and fur-
nished as fashionably. Should you
be invited into the parlor you will find
the piano and all other furniture of
equal taste, and the daughter can play
for you classical music as well as
“home, Sweet Home.” And they
would be very sorry to live on pork
and poultry the summer through and
never enjoy besides what the farm
produces, anything but sugar, molasses,
tea, coffee and spices.

The man of the house said when he
read of Beatrix‘s city ladies who rise
and breakfast at half past seven or
eight, and were consequently up for all
day, that he should hate to peep
through the keyhole into their rooms
about half past two p. m.

To be sure we rise early on the
farm, but when the dinner work is
done have never considered ourselves
lazy by taking a nap, in fact seldom go
without one unless entertaining callers,
or attending to something special:
but I am afraid if the house were
filled with boarders we should be
obliged many times to go without our
forty winks.

It has always been said “it was a
poor rule that would not work both
ways,” and I only endeavored in my last
article to show Beatrix how the rule
of taking boarders might be adjusted
so as to benefit both city and country
people, but she failed to see the point.

The city people want to come to our
homes, but they could not think of in~
troducing the farmer’s wife or daughter
to their city friends. When they come
to the city they must be shoved into
boarding houses where “they do not
ask questions;" suppose they think our
bank account will not admit us to go to
the “Cadillac” or any other large
hotel.

Now I do not say there are no hard-
working women in the city, for I know
many; but the class who want to go to
the country are seldom these. And as
for taking boarders, it is certainly all
right for such as Beatrix describes,
who have a house and lot, but the far-
mer’s wife might better sell what would
be consumed by the boarders, and add
to the proceeds the other extra cost,
and she would have nearly as much
money and save all that hard work and
worry.

But now, Beatrix, let’s shake hands
and be friends. for I do not think you
were any more pleased with my “ say ”
than you represent me to be with yours,
and consider this a summer shower
soon over. N. A. B.

Gannnvmnn.
MOO—'—

NETTIE T., of Lima, says: “Can
any one tell me what will take machine
oil out of white cloth? I triel rub-
bing on lemon, that did not take it out;
then tried kerosene oil, but all to no
avail. What amedium of communica-

WHY WOMEN SHOULD HARRY.

 

Is it simply to have some sort of a
home that so many women marry? If
this is all, a woman had better, far
better, earn her own living and re-
main single. If this is all she marries
for, depend upon it she will get a place
to live, and that only, nine time out of
ten. But if she truly loves the man
she marries; if life would not seem
worth living without him, and she
faithfully tries to meet his expectations
as a wife—how very moon that home
will mean! It will mean all earthly
happiness.

How much magic that little word
“love ” contains, but how fearfully it is
abused every day! If every woman un-
derstood and realized all that word
implies when she stands at the altar
and promises “to love,” there would
be no need of asking that time-worn
question “Is marriage a failure? ”
There would be no failures. ,

Oh woman, why will you not try to
make a home out of a household? You
can if you only will. Give up some of
those social pleasures and spend more
of your time at home; you will be sur-
prised at the change. How many
Wives send up that plaintive cry. “ I am
not appreciated; my work is not praised
as it should be!” Eook at yourselves
and your surroundings and find the
reason why; find where the fault lies.
Is it in the husband or in yourself? In
so many marriages I have observed, at
the beginning, they, the husband and
wife, are all in all to each other. but
gradually, almost unnoticed, they drift
apart until each seem to be going his
or her own way, bent upon individual
pursuits regardless of the other. Some-
thing is wrong.

Let us marry the man, not his
houses, lands or bank account. Of
course we expect the man we marry to
have a bank account or some means to
support us, that is right and natural,
but don’t let the money be a mask to
cover his shortcomings.

The month of brides and roses has
just gone by. That month witnessed
thousands of young people enter that
vast unknown matrimonial field “for
better or worse.” Each one is so very
happy. The air never seemed so fresh
before; the birds rejoice with them;
and the old world seems transformed
into something new, bright and won-
derful, as they enter this strange new
life.

In every city how many women
are going out washing, housecleaning,
or any kind of labor that is obtainable
that will earn a dollar towards sup-
porting their little children, whose
father (who should be the bread-win-
ner) has either deserted them, or, too
lazy to work, remains a burden on the
already overworked wife. Hundreds
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it, with its many valuable helps.”

they married life seemed just as bright
to them as it does to you, but they

 

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made a fatal mistake in choosing their
husbands. What do we need has-
bands for? Because we are afraid of
becoming old maids? No, most em-
phatically nol We need them for pro-
tectors, to stand up for our rights, and
for the love they will give us and us
only. And the kind of husbands, fathers
and brothers we need are practical, in-
dustrious, enterprising, happy men.
The world does not need the brainless
dudes, and saloon patronizers. “ Look
then before you leap,” aye, look twice

before you leap.
ALICE C. DIMON.
F0111 WAYNE. Ind.

 

 

RECONSIDERATION OF THE PRE-
VIOUS QUESTION.

It- was too hot for anything that
savored of any sort of force, at the time
of my last writing, and when I had
said “Teachers are born,” etc., I was
too lazy to say further. But every-
body at last was ready for rain, at
least it rained. Temperature lowered,
ambition rose to a point at which I
am moved to say that I would not have
you infer that in my opinion even a
“born ” teacher can break the bread of
knowledge to the understanding of the
multitude without special preparation
for the work. and at the same time
reach the highest state of perfection
possible in the work done. Training
develops, strengthens, gives direction
and power to skill, which without the
training is crude and half inoperative;
but the instant that “training” in this
field of mentality becomes mechanical
and drops into the hum drum grooves it
ceases to be an aid. All training of
this peculiar class should aim at a cer-
tain point of equilibrium that exists
midway between the receptive and
creative adaptability of the mind in
training. When this is reached, stop
“training." Simply guide, keeping
close watch for lapses, which are to
be corrected; and just as close a watch
for originalities, which are to be en-
couraged. For herein lies the main-
spring of the world’s advance along
the lines of the empire of Progress.
The subtlety and importance of these
conditions of mentality and developing
intellectual powers the “ born ” teacher
never fails to recognize and honor;
while to the “ made ” teacher they are
a sealed book. Of them they have no
knowledge nor understanding, since
power to do so is as much a distinct
gift, or quality of soul perception in the
heaven-ordained teacher as is the color
of the eye a distinguishing mark or
state of a part of the physical organism.

To illustrate: At asummer school
for teachers were a number of “Pro-
fessors”--educators-—each of more or less
eminence or prominence in his special
field— and of course the “made” ones
were in the plurality. ’I‘is ever thus.
The day‘s programme announced that
Prof. Word-for-Word would instruct
the classes in history for the day, while

 

Prof. Wit-and-Wisdom would hold the
sessions in psychology. Word-for-
Word held class No. 1 for an hour. He
had “studied” his lesson until he could
“say” it “backwards or forwards,”
provided no word, date or event was
transposed or arrayed in a change of
verbiage. This was evident from cer-
tain little tests put forth by some of
those under instruction, who to make
assurance doubly sure went with Prof.
Word-for Word to his next class, in-
stead of, “according to orders,” going
into the room where philosophy was
being reviewed. Here they were
not disappointed, for the “machine”
went right through, “word-for-word,”
the statements, questions, inferences
and deductions of the previous hour
with a phraseological identity that was
not only amazing but fatiguing, like
the monotonous sound of machinery.

Let’s follow Prof. Wit—and~Wisdom
a couple of hours. “Psychologyl oh
that is so dryl” “Dry?” Not in the
hands of this man! He also has his
lesson “learned.” But how differently
from Word-fonWordi All is life, ani-
mation, investigation; inquiry and re-
ply are co-workers, any grain or
moiety of truth or falsehood that the
latter may embody is quickly recog-
nized by this “round” mind and as
quickly set in the light that will show
it to the best advantage, make it the
most impressive. His illustrations are
apt. Everything “goes” and goes to
a good account.

Deductions and conclusions are well
set, will not be quickly efiaced.
“Psychology is not dry! The ynost in-
teresting thing yet.” “We’ll take an-
other hour of it. This same lesson too,
and then see what you‘ll say.”

Yes, it was indeed the same lesson.
That is, the same principles, facts,
conditions, causes and effects were pre-
sented, discussed and disposed of, but
so varied was‘the execution that the
charm of novelty was retained. New
and clearer lights broke forth here and
there, not only for the instructed but I
may safely say, for the instructor also.
For it is only in the exercise of these
faculties of adaptability that a teacher
grows as ateacher. Only the “horn”
teacher possesses the natural gifts
which enable him thus to grow, just as
the one tree produces a plum contain-
inga hard, stone-like box in which is
encased the germ of reproduction,
while another tree produces an apple
in which is a many-celled core, con-
taining adozen or more thin-shelled,
dainty little seeds, each bearing in
itself the reproducing germ.

To sum up the whole matter, Word-
for- Word is not, never can be a teacher

in the true sense of the term. He is a
fossil from his inception; while Wit-
and-Wisdom isa teacher in the highest
sense, and can never fossilize though
he teach for a thousand years, as in-
deed he willdo, for the works of such
teachers live on and on through the
cycles of Time.

Mn'rumu. E. L. NYE.

 

    

TEE FRUIT CLOSET.

A correspondent of the Country
Gentleman says she has never found an
apple that makes as good jelly as the
Red Astrachan. It is one of the
sourest and most juicy apples we have,
and making them into jelly seems
about the only way they can be pre-
served for future use. Her directions
are: “Take Red Astrachan apples and
slice them up without paring, remov-
ing only the wormy and defective spots.
Put them ina preserving kettle and
stew them until soft, with a sufficient
amount of water to keep them from
burning, then pour into a jelly-bag and
let it hang and drain until all the juice
runs out. Measure the juice and re-
turn it to the fire, let it come to a boil
and skim well; then add as much
granulated sugar, by measure, as there
was of the juice. Let it come to a hard
boil, and pour immediately into your
glasses and set away to cool.”

A first rate jelly bag is made from a
square of cotton toweling folded in a
half square and stitched on one side.
This leaves a point for the juice to run
from.

To make peach jam, pare and halve
the ripe fruit, crack the pits and put
in a few of the kernels—after blanching
them by pouring boiling water on them
and slipping off the brown skins. Allow
ascant pound of sugar toa pound of
fruit, and cook thirty-five minutes,
stirring every moment because it will
burn very easily.

To make jam or preserves of plums
Scald the fruit with boiling water in
Order to -emove the thin skin with
case. To make jam, cook the plums
ten minutes, then put through a sieve
which will take out the pits. Crack
one-third of these and take out the
kernels, and put them with the fruit.
add the sugar—pound for pound~and
cook fifteen minutes, stirring and
skimming constantly. Then put
through the sieve again to take out the
pits, and seal up.

To preserve plums, prick them in
several places. Make a syrup of the
proportion of one teacupful of water to
a pound of sugar, and, as it heats, stir
in the white of one egg to every four
pounds of sugar. Skim carefully, and
cook the fruit, a little at a time, in
the syrup till done. Boil the syrup
down, and use it to fill up the cans into
which you have skimmed the fruit as
you have cooked it.

MAYBELLE, of Wolverine, asks that
no more Sunday school papers be sent
her at present, as the supply is amply
sufficient. She says: “ Will those
who sent papers and requested a reply
please accept thanks, and apologies for
not answering each personally, as the
stamps used began to count up so fast
I had to stop. The papers are dis-
tributei every Sunday, and some sent

to families too far away to attend the
school.”

 

 
 

    
  
  
 
  
  
  
 
   
   
  
  
  
   
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
    
   
    
  
  
   
  
   
  
  
  
    
    
   
  
  
  
  
  
  
   
   
   
  
   
  
   
   
  
  
     
  
 
 
   
 
   
  

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BAY VIEW NOTES.

The weeks of the Assembly season
here slip by so swiftly that one has
little time for writing. The weather
has been fine, the programme was never
better, and the attendance is immense,
but constantly changing, for there are
more than one hundred trains every
day and resorters come and go by every
one.

It would be useless to try to tell the
HOUSEHOLDERS of the delightful
times we are having; they must come
and see for themselves, descriptions
fall so far short of the reality.

From eight a. m. to ten p. :11. there is
a constant succession of instruction and
amusement, or one may wander about
the grounds at his own sweet will, or
join daily excursions by land or sea, or
remain quietly in his cottage without
often being disturbed bv callers.

A very pleasant pastime is rowing
on the bay, which is usually quite
smooth; and as the waters have receded,
giving a clean sandy strip beyond the
white pebbly beach, it is more used for
bathing than ever before, and the many
children on the sands, with their little
pails and shovels, make a pretty picture
every pleasant day.

Bay View is famous for its “sunsets ”
or, rather, for its outlook where the
sun seems to drop into the waters of
Lake Michigan, straight out from the
bay, so all the broad expanse is visible.
Last evening gave one of the finest I
have ever seen—a picture that will long
be carried in memory. We were out
in a row boat, many others dotting the
bay on-all sides. Large steamers and
sails were in sight out on the lake, and
on the beach and pier were many on-
lookers. While it yet lacked a half
hour of the final departure the sun was
hidden by dark bars of clouds, with all
the shades of crimson and purple be-
low, while far up in the heavens
streamed the inefiable glory from the
bright silver lining that broke over all
the jagged edges of the obscuring
clouds: then after a few moments it
burst out in all its splendor, too bright
for mortal eyes. and I repeated, softly
and reverently, the refrain:

" Beautiful snnsel! ra'linnt and bright,
See U here the twilight ls wedding the night.
Fee how the h: avens 1 ew beauties unfold.
Cu: tains of pill p10 and crimson and gold."

Soon it began to assume the flattened
appearance that is peculiar to its
watery descent and we watched until
the last rim of light was gone; then,
where the resorters had piled the drift
wood high on the beach, the two large
bonfires sent up their tongues of flame,
the trains went whizzing by on the
first terrace, the tree-lined terraces
rising high and higher beyond with
pretty cottages peeping through the
green, and only the round towers and
flag staffs of the public buildings visible
through the denser foliage of the park.
Across the bay the red glow from the
Harbor Point lighthouse was plainly

 

seen, as also the twinkling rows of
street lamps at Wequetonsing. All
readers who have visited this resort
will recognize the picture, but not all
sunsets are as beautiful as this one.
The fashions of all sorts, colors and
combinations are with us, and one, at
least, is to be deplored. Two years ago
not adress touched these rough side-
walks. One year ago there were a few
trains, and what with the sand and
stones and splinters, the ladies wearing
them seemed always in trouble, but
now—alas that I should have to say it—
nearly every dress sweeps the sidewalk
and as a result thev are frayed and
dusty and bedraggled. Delicate silk
and daintiest muslin, heavy cords and
staunch flannels, all go sweeping,

sweeping~not the cobwebs from the
sky (that might give us more light and
sunshine), but the dust and filth of the
street. When will the millenium come?
Why will women clamor for the ballot
when they are so hampered and bur-
dened by fashions of their own making?

Today was Recagnition Day, so I
marched with the Chautauquans as one
of the ’94's and, after great painstak-
ing, was obliged to ask the ’95 who
preceded me to take up her skirt—a
dainty cream henrietta that trailed
back five or six inches and was a
nuisance. It would have been beautio
ful on the stage, pretty in the parlor
and permissable in church, but was an
abomination in a closely marching
column where a long line of this great
and increasing army were striving to
“keep up with the band.” First, fol-
lowing, were the ’95’s, then ’94’s and
’93’s, these under-graduates acting as
an escort who were obliged to open
ranks and pass around on either side of
the beautiful “ golden gate” that only
opened for the successful ’92’s—the
Columbians—to pass under the arches.
The gate and arch ahwe were covered
with golden rod and above that the
year and name of the class, while high
over all the small ilags formed another
arch around which they were prettily
festooned. Beyond this, on the hill-
side, the first of me three arches was
covered with hire-E1 bark wrought in
arabesque designs and bearing the
class motto: “Seek and ye shall
obtain;” the next on the summit was
covered with naple leaves, and the
last on the hither slope was ablaze with
the class flower, the carnation. Prof.
Case led the chorus, Supt. Hall read
the opening Scriptures, and all the
assembled throng joined in the re-
sponses. Then, with Miss Stowe of the
kindergarten as leader, fourteen of the
lady teachers gave a. fancy drill, in-
cluding the winding of the class colors
and singing, the whole exercise far sur-
passing anything ever given here.
Then the long line re-furmed and
marched around the park to the audi-
torium where they listened to a
scholarly address by Dr. Barrows, of
Chicago, the diplomas were given with

 

words of cheer, and so the class of ’92
was duly “ recognized.”

Another two weeks Of instruction
and amusement, of lectures, concerts
and excursions, and we shall be home-
ward bound from a delightful outing.

I have often wondered if any other
HOUSE HOLDERS are here. They wear
no badges and give no hailing sign, but
I believe there are many kindred spirits
if they could materialize into recog-

nizable conditions. EL. SEE.
ROMEO.

E. S., of Northville.-——Will see what
can be done for you, but you may have
to wait several weeks. You have my
sincerest sympathv.-—Beatrix.

IF Mrs. H. S., of Vevay township,
Ingham Co., will send her postofiics
address, her inquiry will be answered
by letter. It is not expedient to reply
through the HOUSEHOLD.

GOOD Housekeeping for August is a
most excellent issue of this popular
magazine f >r housekeepers. The article
on fruit pickles is especially helpful and
instructive, and also “The Household
Laundry,” with its explicit directions
for all washing and ironing day pro-
cesses. C. W. Bryan 8500., Springfield,
Mass.

A CORRESPONDENT wises to tell
Allene that if she will put some grated
horseradish root in the buttermilk and
let the mildewed goods remain in it
for twenty-four hours, the mildew will
disappear, if there is sufficient horse-
radish. This has been personally tried
and proven true.

Contributed Recmes.

Fre CAKE.—-Whites of three eggs well
beaten; one cup of sugar; four tablespoon
fuls of butter; five tablespoonfuls of sweet
milk;two teaspoonfuls of baking powder.
Bake in layers. Filling for cake: One-half
pound of figs chopped line; one-half cup of
sugar; three tablespoonfuls of water. Put
water, sugar and the together and cook
until thick as jelly. Spread between layers

when cool. Annexe.
DEXTER.

CHEAP CREAM CAKE—One teacupful of
white sugar; two eggs; one teacupful of sour
cream (the cream not too thick); two table-
spoonfuls of sweet milk; nsmall teaspoonful
of soda; 3 little lemon extract. The frosting
that I use is one-half teacsp of white sugar;
two tablespoonfuls of new milk. Boil about
three minutes. Emu Penny.

SALT RISING Bataan—Scent of half cup
sweet milk. let come to a boil, then thicken
with a heaping teaspoonful of corn meal.
Set in a warm place. Make this the day be-
fore baking. at noon. Next morning make
a batter of warm water and flour and a
pinch of soda, and stir in the meal empty'
ings; this will rise very quickly. Have
ready the flour, scald a small portion with
boiling water and cool with sweet milk
(water will do). When the emplymgs are
light stir them in; when light again knead
into loaves. Emma-ma.

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