DETROIT, NOV.

19, 1892.

 

 

THE HOUSEHOLD-"Supplement.

 

 

AWAY.

 

I cannot say and I will not say
That she is dead. She is just away.

With a cheery smile and a wave of the hand
She has wandered into an unknown land.

And left us dreaming how very fair
It needs must be, since she lingers there.

And you—oh you. who the wildest yearn
For the old-time step and the glad return,

Think of her faringjon as dear
In the love of there. as the love of here.

Who, I wonder. is the friend

To whose face my eyes last tend?
Which of all the friends of years.
Sharing with me smiles and tears.
Shall I touch, and turn and go
With no good-bye, and not know
That our happy days are past.
And that now I must at last

Quit their dear society

Such a long while prized by me ?
I shall set some place-mark then
I am not to find again.

All unconscious of the shale

By an unseen “linis” made.

What shall be the last page read
Ere you say : “You‘ve heard ? She's dead !"

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THANKSGIVING.

 

America. has three holidays which are
distinctively her own—Memorial Day,
sacred to the memory of her heroes
and shrined in flowers and tears; Fourth
of July, dominated by rockets and
racket, and Thanksgiving. given over
to turkey and thanks. Thanksgiving
is the oldest by acentury and a half,
for in less than a year after their land-
ing in 1620 upon the bleak shores of
Massachusetts the governor of the
little colony of pilgrims appointed a
day of fasting and thanksgiving in
acknowledgment of the blessings of:
Providence, the peace and plenty which
had dwelt with them. The PuriLan
spirit of gloom and severity was less
intolerant then than later, when the
ceaseless vigilance, the awful isolation
of their situation on the borders of a
trackless forest and surrounded by

savages, had done its work and in.

tensified superstition and bigotry. It
is related that "upon this auspicious
day, the first Thanksgiving Day in the
New World, of date October 24th, 1621,
good Elder Brewster preached the
shortest sermon he had ever been known
to deliver. It was only two and

.a half hours long! Fancy a nineteenth

century Christian enduring such a
discourse as preliminary to a good

  

 

dinner! History tells us of the pro-
cession in which the little colony
marched to their rude meeting-house;
the men with shouldered muskets;
Governor Bradford in his robes of
office, with Elder Brewster carrying
the Bible—law supported by religion—
and Miles Standish, the first “score-
tary of war,” whose courtship by proxy
of the demure Priscilla‘has made his
name a household word, regarding with
pride the martial appearance of the
little troop. And the women had
roasted the turkeys and quail and
baked corn bread, and brought out their
bravest dishes and finest napery, relics
of peaceful days in England, to honor
this eventful day. In the evening Mas-
sasoit and a hundred of he tribe came
to the village, bringing deer and other
game, and a three days’ feast in which
the Indians participated followed. A
queer holiday it must have been, with
Indian dances and whoops mingled
with prayers and psalms. The next
year there had been great fears of a
famine on account of the drouth, but
timely rains saved the crops, and an«
other Thanksgiving was piously ob-
served. There was none of the hilarity
and rioting which obtained at the
English harvest home festivals and the
Greek, Roman and Hebrew rejoiciugs
over bounteous harvests; but a very
lengthy discourse and a good dinner
honored the day. Nine years later, in
1631, the little settlement was in sore
straits. The crops had been blasted;
the ship that was to bringr supplies
from EurOpe had not arrived; they were
hemmed in by deep snows and dared not
venture into the forests for fear of
ambushed Indians. It was at this time
that the famous ration of five grains of
corn to each person was issued, and in
their sore extremity. with famine at
the door, they decided to observe a day
of fasting and prayer, and then set
forth upon a hunting expedition, their
last resort. But upon the appointed
fast day, a sail was espied at see, their
sorrow was turned to rejoicing, and the
Governor ordered, instead of the fast, a
thanksgiving day in which all the
people heartily joined, as also with
equal zeal, we may well believe, in the
feast. From this time on, the appoint-
ment of a day of praise and thanks-
giving became an annual custom in
New England.

During the Revolution, a thanksgiv-
ing day was recommended each year by
Congress, but the first general thanks—
giving since the organization of the
Federal government was named by
President Washington in 1789, at the
request of Congress. to signalize the
adoption of the Constitution. At the
close of the war of 1812, President
Madison appointed a day in April, 1815,
as one of thanksgiving for the return
of peace; and during the late civil war
it was the custom of President Lincoln
to proclaim, annuallv, a day of thanks-
giving and prayer. And since then, it
has become the custom for the Presi-
dent to appoint and the Governors of
the several States to ratify the last
Thursday in November as the national
Thanksgiving Day.

Thanksgiving is usually the most
quiet of our holidays, being giving over
to family reunions. Most respectable,
well-regulated persons make it a point
to go to church in the morning, and
after a bountiful dinner of “ turkey and
trimmin’s” are indisposed to much
exertion. Many show their grat1tude
for Heaven’s blessings by bounties to
their dependents or employee, or to
the inmates of some institution, usually
by providing them with the material
for a good dinner. But there is not
after all the spirit of good will
and liberalitv that prevails at Christ-
mas.

Naturally, the interest of Thanks-
giving centers round the dinner, which.
more than the day—for the ancients,
and peoples of lands and ages have had
their feasts at the gathering in of the
harvests—~18 essentially American.
The turkey is sacred to Thanksgiving,
roast beef and mince pies to Christmas
and roast lamb and green peas to the
Fourth of July. And the turkey is
emphatically an American fowl. Don’t
you remember the picture in the old
history, of Columbus piofiering on
bended knee the products of the New
Continent to a very wooden-faced Queen
Isabella whose attitude of delighted as-
tonishment at the turk in full strut the
artist had transfixed with great felicity?
The oyster, the cranberry and the
pumpkin are also particularly United-
States-ian in character, and no Thanks-
giving dinner is complete without the
quartette. Here is a menu, good

 

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Gabbage‘Salad. Celery.
Roast Turkey.
flashed Ifotatoes. Cranberry Sauce.
Baked Beets. Succotash.

Roast Pork with Apple Sauce.
Scalloped Oysters. Chicken Urn. uettes.
Salmfy. Currant elly.

Enmpkin Pie.

Cranberry Tart.
Indian Pudding.

Peach Marmalade.

 

( irapes. Apples. Pears.

 

Coffee.

 

BEATRIX.

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SHALL \VE TEACH OUR GIRLS TO
WORK?

 

I say, most emphatically, yrs. A
short time ago I heard a mother say:
"‘I don’t believe in compelling girls to
work. My girls do what they choose
to do, but I never compel them to do
anything. It will be time enough for
them to work when they are obliged to.”
That remark set me to thinking. I
am a firm believer in bringing up chil-
dren to know how to work (be they
girls or boys), and how can they know
except by the experience gained by
doing the work that they will be
abliged to do when they leave the
home nest for a new one, or to seek
their own ll relihood by toiling for
wages?

True there is not always a need for
girls to earn their living by doing
housework or by sewing, but I claim
that be their chosen vocation what it
may, they need to be prepared to meet
any emergency in life so far as a
knowledge of household duties is con-
cerned. They certainly are better
fitted to oecome wives, and but com-
paratively few girls remain unmarried:
and even if engaged in a professional
business, it is well to know how to sew
neatly and not be obliged to hire every
stitch of sewing done, as that is a very
expensive way and one that but few
wage-earners can really afford.

Many girls are being reared without
a practical household training. because
their fond mothers do not like to com-
pel them to perform menial labor. Girls
do not do so from choice, therefore they
never learn unless compelled to in some
way or aucther, and I feel it a duty
every mother owes her daughter to
teach her to work and to be sensible,
methodical and reasonable about it.

How few girls are taught the value
of money! They wish for something,
and if possible, “papa” or “ mamma”
get it for them, and whether it costs
fifty cents or five dollars, they realize
nothing of the real value beyond the
gratification of their wish; and no
matter what sacrifice the parent may
have made to gratify that wish the re-
cipient is allowed to go on her way re-
joicing in the possession of the coveted
article, without any effort being made
to teach her the true value of money,
or the proper use and care that should

 

be given to the commodities it will pur-
chase.

Is it any wonder if girls who are
brought up after such afashion (one
cannot call it training) have hard ex-
periences when they start life in a new
home; or that the young husbands
have to suffer as well?

The girl must learn the a b c of
practical work and economy when a
woman instead of learning them while
growing to womanhood, as she should
have learned the rudiments of arithme-
tic and orthography.

Many girls who today are well cared
for and supported by fond and well
meaning parents, may be thrown upon
their own resources, and if they know
how to do housework in all its details
they will be able to make an honest
living, and thus be saved from the
slough of iniquity into which many a
poor girl sinks when thrown upon the
world without knowing how to do one
single thing well enough to earn her
bread.

I tell you. mothers, it is far better
to compel your daughters to work than
to run the risk of future suffering in any
new life they may enter, from a lack of
knowledge of sensible and necessary
labor. They will no doubt Shirk some,
and grumble more, but be firm and
reason with them. Teach them as they
go along the necessity of doing well
even the minutest details of all work,
and the reasons why it is necessary, for
so much depends on trifles in this life
to make or mar the success of any oc-
cupation.

Teach your girls that work in itself
is not degrading and that although it
is monotonous, it is no less necessary to
the well being of every member of the
family that it be done well, promptly
and cheerfully. HONEY BEE.

 

A DAY AT THE CENTRAL CITY.

It is Monday afternoon and I am
nearly smothered in an avalanche of
carpet rags, but I am going to forget
everything and write to our HOUSE-
HOLD, something I have intended to do
for many weeks. I think every one
who really appreciates our little paper
should prove it by actions, and keep the
correspondence box full. The HOUSE-
HOLD is a most welcome guest at our
home, and there must be something
really pressing Fon hand if it is not
read by the feminine members thereof
before twenty four hours have elapsed.

Perhaps I may as well follow the
fashion and describe our trip. The
school over which I have ruled the past
summer closed last week, and we cele-
brated the “last day ” by a visit to‘ the
State prison at Jackson, and other
places of interest in that city. Some
time ago there was an article about the
Sunday services at that institution in
the HOUSEHOLD, but have never seen
anything else about it. There are at
present eight h‘lmdredinmates, and as

 

we watched them march in to dinner it
seemed terrible to see so many young
men among them, and one could not
but think “ Who is responsible for all
this?” I won’t stop to moralize, but
will leave that for some one else. As
they passed the place where we were
standing, some kept their heads bowed,
while others locked at us as it we were
the objects of interest, and I noticed
several looking earnestly at one of our
number——a bright-eyed little girl of
eight summers. The guide informed
us that five barrels of flour were used
per day; seven hundred loaves of
bread are baked daily, and as we saw it
in large boxes, cut for dinner, we felt
very thankful we did not have to mix
it. On all sides of the kitchen were
large iron kettles in which were being
cooked meats, potatoes and coffee for
the noonday meal. Long narrow tables,
as clean and white as boards could be,
filled the dining-room, the floor of
which was covered with sawdust; at
each place was a plate, bowl, knife,
fork and spoon; the bread looked very
white and nice and the aroma of the
coffee made us realize that it was near
our dinner hour.

We were taken through the trip-
hammer building where it was so noisy
and hot, and so many pieces of hot iron
around, that we could not look to see
their work at all; from there we went
to the broom factory, where brooms of
every description, from the heavy barn
broom to the one for the little girl, are
in various stages of completion. We
visited the Jackson wagon department,
where twenty-five wagons are com-
pleted daily; the tailoring and shoe de-
partments were also most interesting.
From here we went to the cells: some
of them are large and well furnished.
The old cells are much smaller, there
being just room to get in after the cot
beds are let down; the larger cells are
given to some for good behavior and to
“long timersf’ they were built for
those in solitary confinement until that
was prohibited ten years ago; many of
them were carpeted, with lace or
muslin draperies at the door and some
having pillow-Shams; each cell is fur-
nished with an electric light which
is allowed to burn until 9:30 p. m.

A large display of work done by the
convicts after working hours was ex-
hibited for sale; bone penholders,
paper-cutters, and numberless other
small articles curiously out make ex-
cellent souvenirs of the place; jewel
cases in the shape of little trunks with
thousands of pieces in them, sold for
ten dollars; beautiful tidies of white,
pink and other delicate colors, neat and
dainty enough to be the handiwork of
any lady, were among the exhibits; one
poor old man had packages of morning-
glory seed which he wished to sell at
five cents per package; Prince Michael
had his photographs, before and after
shaving, for sale, and one convict had
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cards, both 'in oils and water colors,
which were very pretty.

Each convict is allowed to work after
hours, and what is realized from the
sale of his articles he is allowed to use

as he chooses. We were just an hour
behind the bars and we were all glad
to again breathe free air.

After lunch we visited the city fire
department and watched the horses
come out in their daily practice; just
twenty seconds after the alarm sounded
the horses were ready to start and the
men in their places on the wagons. It
seemed almost incredible that it could
be done in such a short time. The
horses, large, noble‘looking animals,
seemed to enter into it all with great
ambitiOn. There was no hurrying,
that made confusion, each one knowing
his place a Id keeping it. After practice
the horses went back to their stalls and
backed in ready for the alarm at any
time. Our leader very courteously
showed us everything connected with
the establishment, and explained all
the details so even the youngest mem-
ber of our company could understand.
After visiting other places of interest
and climbing one of the towers to get a
bird’s-eye-view 0f the city, were turned
home very tired, but feeling a most
pleasant day had been spent in Spite of
dame Nature’s stormy demeanor. Thus
ended my work as teacher, a work com-
menced in 1887, which has proved a
very pleasant occupation.

Idid want to write a letter in defense
of the poor mothers-in-law, but in im-
agination I can see that basket, and as
i am not yet the fortunate, or as we
might infer from what we read, the un-
fortunate possessor of such a relative

perhaps I had better defer. L.
RIVES,

 

IN MEMORIAM.

 

“ This to their memory. for we held them dear."
It is with genuine regret and sorrow
that we announce the death of two of our
HOUSEHOLD friends and contributors,
who have but recently “crossed to the
other side.” Mrs. Emma S. Brooks,
wife of the well-known stockman, C. S
Brooks, died at Harper Hospital in
this city on the 8th and was buried
at Lansing on the 10th inst, leaving
a husband and son to mourn an
irreparable loss. Mrs. Brooks was
known to the HOUSEHOLD as “E.
S. B.,” and furnished that famous
recipe for bread which won so much
commendation and is still used by many
of our housekeepers. Deceased was
the second daughter of the late J. H.
Smith, of Novi, Oakland county, gradu-
ated at the State Normal in 1868, was
married to C. Brooks in 1871, and
lived for a number of years in Pleasant
Valley, near Brighton, removing from
there to Saginaw, and from thence again
to Lansing about four years ago. The
dearest wish of her heart was gratified
when her only son,Louis,graduated with

honor at the Agricultural College last
August. Mrs. Brooks was one of those
rare individuals who are most beloved
by those who know them best. For
years her frail health prevented her
from enjoying the social life for which
she was well fitted by nature and educa-
tion, and she lived her intellectual
life within. Yet withal she was most
wonderfully patient, enduring much
suffering in uncomplaining silence.
Gentle, refined, retiring, she was yet
a woman of strong character and
noble principles. As an old classmate
and acquaintance of nearly twenty-
five years’ standing the Editor of
the HOUSEHOLD can truly testify to
her many estimable qualities of mind
and heart; and no greater tribute can
be paid her memory than to say that
those who knew her best will mourn
her most sincerely.

Mrs. Ella Hall \Voodman, wife of
Edson Woodman, of Paw Paw. died on
the 7th of the current month, of heart
failure, after a long illness borne with
patient fortitude. Over the signature
“E. W..” Mrs. Woodman contributed
some pleasant, thoughtful letters to the
HOUSEHOLD, which she always read
with interest : indeed, her last reading,
the day before her death, was in the
little paper. Born in the Empire State,
her girlhood was spent in Virginia,
whence the family removed to this
State at the breaking out of the civil
war. Miss Hall went to Paw Paw in
1862. where she met Mr. Woodman; the
acquaintance ripened into affection, but
she gave her lover to his country and it
was not until 1868 that they were mar-
ried and estabhshed the home ever
since occupied, and where four daugh-
ters and a son were born to them. Mrs.
Woodman was a very intelligent,

'thoughtful, well informed woman; de-

voted to her family, a true “helpmate,”
aconscientious mother, and was widely
known only to be as widely esteemed
and respected. Her sunny temper-
ment was manifest through many
months of suffering and pain, endured
uncomplainingly, and her memory will
long be cherished by hosts of friends.
To the relatives of these members of
our circle, the HOUSEHOLD extends
sincere sympathy ; regrets that the be-
loved ones are gone from them; hopes
of a joyful reunion in a brighter world.
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GOODFORM devotes itself to Thanks-
giving in its November issue. Edgar
Sanders, the pioneer florist of Chicago,
gives some practical hints ; Sara Sedg-
wick discusses the “ Thanksgiving Din-
ner ” in an equally practical manner
and, in fact, the magazine is a Thanks-
giving number throughout, even to the
stories, illustrations, etc., which are all
unusually attractive. The frontispiece
is a new historical picture, represent-
ing the preparations being made for the
first Thanksgiving, appointed by old
Governor Bradford. of Massachusetts

 

 

in 1623.

    

 

 

A. HALF HOUR‘S LESSON.

I have thought of stepping into Our
HOUSEHOLD for some months, but the
jangling voices have kept me back. I
am glad peace is restored. I do not
enjOy the inharmony shown at times
the past summer. We cannot all think
alike; then again we do not differ so
very much if surroundings were the
same. Some will clothe the same idea
in such gentle, sympatheticlanguage it
will not wound the most sensitive
nature.

I like Evangeline‘s letter of Oct. 15.
How very true! There are many very
tender,large-hearted souls with arough
exterior, whilel have seen the sensi-
tive, delicately organized person cold
and soulless as a stone; his polished
words cutting like a two-edged sword.
Ithink Evangeline is right. “When
you are discontented and murmur at
your lot think of so many that are worse
off.”

Twenty years ago when I was l‘SCOV-
ering from a long illness, had been shut
in all winter, one morning in early
spring the sun was shining, my hus-
band was going a half mile to get some
seed oats and asked me to take a ride.
I was weary and may be the least bit
discontented with home. Hastily
throwing on sol e wrapsl tOUk aseat
in the lumber wagon. and called on our
neighbor who lived in a tiny log house.
only one room to cook, eat, sleep and
stay in for five of them. The mother
was ill and only her husband and oldest
girl, nine years of age, to do the work;
the babe. two months old, worrying and
restless. Never can I forget that morn-
ing call; my home seemed a heaven to
me on returning. Since then whenever
I feel discontented I recall that half
hour lesson. If the veil were lifted
there are few, perhaps no one, with
whom you would exchange places.

Some never progress, they feel it a
sacred duty to follow in the parents’
footsteps, believe the weaker sex were
born to serve and wait, to be submis-
sive to their lords? I have no reason
to complain; my husband is not that
sort. lf men would have perfect con-
fidence in wives and children, and tell
them the state of their affairs, there
would be sympathy and care in use of
money. I never spend our money
foolishly; although my expenditures
do not quite meet with my hus-
band’s views sometimes, yet he always
calls me his banker, and passes the
money unreservedly into my hands to
use or deposit. I have no need to
plead for butter and egg money. lVe
are helpers together, striving for the
good and happiness of all.

LESLIE. TOBIAS’ WIFE.

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AFTER greasing your cake tins sift
on as much flour as will stick. When
taken from the oven, set for a minute
or two on a wet cloth and the cake will
leave the tin easily.


 

4.

The Household.

  

 

D AFFODILLY’S SPICE.

 

The interesting description of Chl-
oago, given us by our Elitor, so en-
gaged my attention and admiration that
one night this week I dreamed that
Beatrix was in St. Louis, “doing the
city” perhaps. At any rate, I somehow
fell in with her and will tell you how
she appeared to me. She was a Sturdy,
fat person, with staring blue eyes, and
waddled. She carried two paper bags
and a newspaper and asked me if I
would be ashamed to walk with her on
account of the parcels. I replied, Cer-
tainly not, and we continued to “wad-
dle” along together. This aforesaid re-
mark was all that I remember she spoke,
as I talked so fast and so much there
was no chance for her.

Please remember, this was but a
dream. but it has caused me to make an
extra effort on this evening of my forty-
flfth birthday, to once more address the
HOUSEHOLD. If there is any person in
this fair company who for an hour
imagines that folks who live in acity
have nothing to do from early morn till
dewy eve but eat, drink and hang
round the bargain counters of the dry
goods stores, I desire her to spend a
menth with me, and be sure to come
prepared to take a turn at cooking,
washing, ironing and scrubbing, feed-
ing chickens, milking a cow and rais-
ing a calf, besides teaching a primary
class of one hundred scholars on Sun-
day at 9:30 prompt, having taken time
Saturday afternoon to attend a Primary
Teachers’ Union down in the city.

Now, sisters, these have been my occu-
pations since I last wrote, with about
ten guests at different times to enter-
tain and go out with to see the “sights,”
etc. The summer is past, as you may
have observed, and I too have had my
lessons. When I am more composed
and certain other afiairs, such as an
approaching wedding, have gone by, I
intend to tell about our venture in the
chicken business and some of my ex-
periences in primary work in Sunday
school. I will ofier to sendany infor-
matiou that might seem useful to any
teacher in the country, who may desire
some of the methods and plans we use.
We have many advantages through the
“Union” of learning the newest devices
for interesting the very young. I have
a number of symbols used in the lessons
which are easily made and should be
glad to send patterns. I make them of
paper or cardboard, and find that the
time given to making them is well em—
ployed, as the little ones set far greater
value an them than anything I might
buy.

More than ever before in my life do I
feel sure that there is no need of any
woman or man having nothing to do if
he or she lives within two or three
miles of any other body. There is so
awfully much to do on this hemisphere
right outside one’s door, perhaps not
that far ofi, that I feel as if I spent far

 

too much time in sleep and seeking
pleasure and amusement. I feel sure
that under this terrible pressure of un-
performed duties, if my companion
should refuse to allow me to handle
funds on my own account, I’d get
up in the night and yank his old pocket-
book out of his trousers’-pocket and run
away with the hired hand, or chloro-
form him, or something. Oh, I can’t
say in these columns what I think of a
miserable old clown who does not love
his wife enough to share his money
with her without a quarrel. Suppose
we ask for a special edition of the
HOUSEHOLD and say exactly what we
do think of the whole lot and then mail
a copy to each fellow we happen to know
or suspect of this sort of meanness!
Why I'd rather do that than wear the
trousers for 75 years. If there is any-
thing I hate it is men’s trousers. Lawks!
Only think of the fact that a man gets
only one or two suits a year and wears
the same old duds over and over for
months until they smell like a garbage
cart—at least I stumble against some
that do. ‘ They can’t help but be dirty.
Nights when it is not raining my com-
panion has to hang his clothes out of
the window. and most of my mornings
are spent brushing him and making
him miserable by intimations that he
is the dirtiest creature on earth. I’d
rather wear a dress draggled to the
waist than a pair of trousers. Of course
every one to her taste, but we manage
to do quite dirty work and find dresses
moderately long and not very wide,
satisfactory, and do not feel like scare-
crows.

There are other subjects to which I
should like to refer but I am a long way
behind the day when they were up, and
my time is up for writing.

ST. LOUIS. Mo. DAFFODILLY.

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HOUSEHOLD HINTS.

OPENING canned fruit an hour or two
before using. that it may regain the ex-
cluded oxygen, improves the flavor,
says the American Cultivator.

 

IF you only knew what a comfort a
small cheap brush is in washing veget-
ables, you would spare your hands by
getting a brush, and always using it.

 

“AUNT Rebecca’s New England
Griddle Greaser ” is the long name to
a little invention that caused an old
lady who has through a long life been
wiping her griddle with a rag to ex-
claim: “For the land’s sake, what
won’t they invent about next! ” It con-
sists of alittle tin tube in the form a
pepper-box, with a wire handle attached
to one end and a pad of something like
candle wicking firmly fastened in the
other. This box is filled with lard.
butter, cottolene or olive oil, as you
prefer, melted the first time so as to
saturate the wick. Once filling will

 

suflice for from 100 to 200 times
greasing.

WHEN you want to put up bottled
goods, select corks of approximate size,
throw them into akettle of water and
let them boil for ten or fifteen minutes,
stirring them up occasionally and keep-
ing them covered. Take out the corks,
wash them well in the hands, put back
in more hot water. After a few minutes
they are ready for use. A cork two or
three sizes larger than the bottle may
easily be put in by pressing the lower
end with the fingers. Then insert in
the neck of the bottle, putting in beside
it a large-sized pin. Press it in a little
way, then taking the bottle in the
hands, crowd the cork against a door
or casing or any solid object, turning
the bottle round and round until the
cork is pressed into place. Then, with
a pair of small pincers or the edge of a
dull knife, catch hold of the head of the
pin and draw it out. After this, press
the cork in again. To seal, after the
cork is Dressed in level with the neck
of the bottle. simply cover with sealing
wax, or dip into melted wax.

 

GOOD Housekeeping for November
helps us make ready for Thanksgiving.
There is always much in this magazine
which renders it specially valuable to
the cook and housekeeper, while it is
by no means a dull compendium of
recipes. Few are the domestic per-
plexities it does not “surround” in a
year and its teachings are always sensi-
ble, practical and timely. We are al-
ways pleased to say a good word for
Good Homekeepinq.

 

 

Contributed Recipes.

 

COOKED CABBAGE. —Take one medium sized
cabbage head, shave fine, put into a kettle
with a little salt. and water enough to cook.
Cook until tender, then put into it a good
sized piece of butter and onehalf cup of
vinegar; if the vinegar is very strong do not
use so much. Let all cook up well together,
and into the dish in which you will serve the
cabbage put one teacupful of sweet cream
and milk, the more cream the better. Dip
the cabbage from the kettle into this dish,
sprinkle with a little pepper and stir all well
together. Be sure it is salted and buttered
enough and you will say it is as good a dish
of cabbage as you ever ate.

MAPLE RAPIDS. Ann’s WIFE.

 

POTATO SALAD-Boll five eggs hard and
six large potatoes; out potatoes into dice;
chop one onion fine; slice the eggs and
two stalks of celery or put a tablespoon-
ful of celery seed in the dressing. For
dressing, best one cup of sour cream; stir
one tablespoonful of flour smooth in a little
water; beat one raw egg. pepper and salt to
taste; one tablespoonful of ground mustard;
add these to the cream and cook, stirring
constantly so it will not be lumpy. When

cool add three or four tablespoonfnls of
Every one
Tomas‘ Wars.

vinegar, pour over potato, etc.
li kes this.