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DETROIT, MAY 20, 189.8.

 

 

THE HOUSEHOLD-"supplement.

 

 

IN DREAMS.

 

av, A. a. J.

 

" I was so happy in my sleep,"
The pallid sufferer said:
“I dreamed of walking, an 1 still keep
The thrill of every tread.
The velvet softness of the grass;
My feet all free from pain:"
And we who listened knew, alas,
He‘d never walk again.

‘Now. often when I shrink from toil,
01' speak of weary feet;

Or feel my finer sense recoil
From some coarse task I meet;

How soon a picture memory fraught,
My discontent redeems:

I shame myself with pitying thought
Of those who walk in dreams.

THOMAS

FOR PARENTS.

 

“What is the secret of your govern-
ment of your children?” asked a lady of
the mother of six “robustious” young-
sters in my presence the other day.
The mother, thus appealed to, threw a

swift glance at her questioner, as if to l the thought of parents.

 

quick! I’m in such a hurry, Minnie’s
waiting for me.” “No, you cannot—”
“ Oh mama, do let me!” and so on
through three or four minutes of en-
treaties, and “noes” diminishing in
determination, till finally “ Well, do
stop your teasing.” “Well, can I go?"
"Oh. do go along; you worry the life
out of me.”

Now such action as the above is des-
tructive to all discipline. It would ruin
the best child in the world, so far as
habits of obedience are concerned.
Could not this mother have said yes to
her child’s request at the first asking as
well as after repeated askings? N 0
question was at issue; no argument was
used to convince the mother that "yes”
was better than “ no;” it was simply the
teasing of the child which prevailed.
And probably the girl would have been
greatly surprised to have been told she
might go with her little friend without
the preliminary coaxing

I commend this matter of yes or no to
Don’t forbid

gauge her seriousness, and answered ? on the moment’s 11111311138; don’t say 3'65

quietly:
any ‘secret’ about it. I have accustom-
ed my children to obey me from the
cradle; I never allow them to tease me,
and I am careful never to say either
yes or no too hastily or without a little
red action or inquiry. perhaps; and I
think they know I always mean to be
just. I do not say no and allow myself
to be coaxed into saying yes; and Ger-
trude amuses me often by saying, when
she asks permission to go any where,
"Now mama, don’t say no till I tell you.’
I do not know that it is a secret, but

. those are the principles underlying
- what you term ‘my government.’ ”

My friend’s children are not of the

7 precociously good “Little Lord Faunt-

lerOy” order. They are not old and
wise beyond their years, but are just
“ordinary good;” full of life and vim,
restless and mischievous; there are no
embryo wings beneath their flannel
blouses, but they are very interesting
and lovable children—because they are
'so well behaved and so obedient. .

'As if to “point a moral,” the ten year
old daughter of the lady who had made
the inquiry came rushing up, tumbling
over a chair and ' interrupting her

.motherin the middle of a sentence.

,“Say mama, mama, can’t I go down

, g ‘0," with Minnie Simpson? 83} yes

I

 

“I don’t know that there is and take it back. Let the impatient

child wait a moment while you reflect,
and if you can give the coveted permis-
sion, do it cheerfully and c0rdially;don’t
send the little one away with his joy
tempered by a grudging, reluctant as-
sent.

The parents who always keep their .

promises to their children (and are
careful to make no rash ones which
sober second thought wishes unpledged)
have much greater influence over their
children than those who make abundant
promises but “forget.” I wonder how
many fathers would do as did an elder-
ly gentleman living eight miles from
one of our pretty inland towns once up-
on a time! He had driven several miles
on his homeward way when he remem-

 

all? The man had given his word; his
reputation for truth was at stake in the
child’s estimation, his promise must be
held sacred.

Not long ago I witnessed an incident
which was the direct antithesis of this.
The little daughter of an acquaintance
had been promised a ride with her
mother and some friends, but when the
carriage came there was an additional
occupant and the mother said, “Ethel,
you cannot go, you see there is no room
for you.
cry, and I’ll bring you a box of candy.”
Ethel turned away quietly, swallowing
a sob and with tear-filled eyes; she went
away by herself a few minutes and pres-
ently came back and was playing with
some little friends when the party re-
turned. She waited till the good byes
were said and the carriage was driven
away. even until her mother had laid
aside her wraps, then she came up to
her side. “ Mama. did you bring me
the candy ?” “ O'n Ethel, I forgot! I
didn’t see any I wanted you to eat, any-
way.” “But you said you’d bring me
some,” said the child, as she frowned
and pouted. “Well, I couldn’t; do go
a vay and don’t tease me!" said this
foolish, inconsiderate mother,and Ethel
did go away,disappointed and cross,and
justly so. After she had so patiently
borne the first disappointment, it was a
shame to subject her to the second.
And the mother, to save herself a mo-
ment’s tr01ble, disappointed her child,
violated a promise made without solici-
tation, and—well, with that kind of
treatment I wonder what power a wo-
man will exert over her daughter’s des-
tiny by the time she is eighteen ?

You see, if you’ve not forgotten you
were once young yourself, children feel
disappointments so much more keenly
than grown people; they enjoy their

bered he had promised to bring an . pleasures with tar greater zest, too. A
orange to the little grandson at home. , box of candy isn’t much to you, butit is
Ninety-nine men out of one hundred ’ a great treat to the child, especially if
would have remembered, regretted,and 4 he has enj1.-y«,.-d the pleasure of antici-

gone on home to tell the child that pating it.

Oranges and raisins and

“Grandpa forgot, but W111 get it next rides and pattypan cakes palled on you

time!" But this was the hundredth man.

long ago, but don’t forget they are dear

He turned about, and made his promise , delights to the little peeple; and when

good. What a world this would be if ' you promise,

remember how keenly

men and women always took as much * they will feel the disappointment, and
trouble to keep their pledges in more consider whether you can afford to
important matters as did this honorable 9. lose so much of your child’s confidence
man in this comparatively insignificant and faith as you surely will if you do

. one! And yet,'was it so unimportant,after ' not keep your word.

BEATRIx.’

0

Be a good girl, now, and don’t.

    

 

      


 

 

     

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The Household.

 

 

HOME CONVENIENCES.

 

The season of general renovation is
also the season when any imperfections
in the house or its furnishings are the
more noticeable. Every housekeeper
knows that the carpets are faded, the
furniture stained and the putty broken
on the windows more than she thought;
while the cracks in the wall and marred
places on the woodwork,that were skill-
fully hidden by furniture and decora-
tions, stare out boldly during the-chan-
ges of the house-cleaning season; then
if one has planned to build a porch, en-
large a diminutive bed-room, replace
the small paned windows with large
clear lights, or have a clean dress of
paint inside or out and at the last finds
that the pocket book is all too lean or
paterfamilias has simply changed his
mind, how shabby the old places look!
That the arrangements and conven-
iences of the house should all be as the
men decree is one of the crying evils:
A woman said to me a few days since:
“ I do so want a plant window. I’ve
been teasing Mr. M— but he thinks
it’s all nonsense.” To me the idea of
that woman “teasing” and her right
being refused was occasion for indulg-
ing in some righteous indignation. To
think that she even need ask at all was
wrong. ,

For forty years she had worked hard
on the farm; now they are well-to-do
and retired,but he carries the purse and
she, alas, finds herself without even the
pocket money that a portion of the
butter and eggs brought her when on
the farm, for he collects the rents and
interest so the money all belongs to
him (?)

When the millennium comes it is to
be hoped that women will be the archi-
tects of their own homes, for who but
women can arrange them for conven-
ience? Not long since there was to be a
new parsonage for one of our churches
and when members of the society met
to select a building committee, some
one dared to suggest that it might be
advisable to have one or two women on
that committee; but the leading speaker
promptly settled the matter by asking:
“What does a woman know about build-
‘ing a house? They don’t know where to
put stairs or doors.” and so the matter
L was dropped and that egotistic man
still supposes that he is wiser than his
good wife; but I may whiSper to the
Honsanonpnas that he is wofully mis-
taken. I am sure that no woman would
plan abouse with the floor of the kitch-
en dropped one step lower than the
front part, and by the same knowledge I
am sure the porches would all be level

_ with the inside floor; for if a man could
wear a dress for but a single day and go
in and out through doors, with or with-
out spring attachments, he would learn
by sad experience. that the step down
direct from the threshold means a clutch

. , at the back breadths of the dress, no
. “ matter how full both hands may be, or.

 

he would find himself caught by the
closing door.

Every woman knows that these steps
up and down are genuine woman killers;
and many of the ailments and weak-
nesses and much of the dragged-out
tired feeling that is their daily portion
might be traced to that step between
the kitchen and the rear of the house.
If four or five steps down are necessary
to reach terra firma do, for the sake of
suffering womenput them all together,
and not with a mistaken idea of easing
the descent put one between the dining-
room and kitchen, and another between
kitchen and wood house and still an-
other on to the back porch where the
well is usually located. Have every
foot of flooring as level as the carpen-
ter’s guide can make it clear to the rear
of the heuse and the appurtenances
thereunto appertaining, and when you
descend just make a business of it; and
find how much of the strain on the back
and limbs has been saved by the ar-
rangement.

A woman architect would know that
it is just as necessary to provide some
way of disposing of water as it is to. have
conveniences for getting it. Nowadays
the wells and cisterns usually he re some
claim to convenience, but how often in
the country one sees unsightly sink
holes near the house where all the slops
are thrown out! No woman who does
her own washing and cleaning can
afford to carry the water away to the
farther side of the garden.

A woman architect would not forget
to have a store-room opening from the
kitchen where eatables could be kept
cool in winter when the pantry must be
kept warm for the milk; then, too, ,a
woman would plan a way for toilet con-
veniences better than to be obliged to
go through the kitchen and wood house
to get to the rear of the house, and
every house would surely have a bath-
room among its conveniences.

I have noted the difference between
the homes of well-to-do country people
and city people who had not a tenth of
their income; but the conveniences for
bathing, for the general use of hot and
cold water and for lighting were far
superior with the poorer people, who
had less fine furniture but far better

sanitary arrangements.
Bouno. EL. SEE.

“OUR HOUSEHOLD. "

 

From the North and South. from the East and
the West.
Do we gather each week for an hour of rest,
Not oblige-1 to go out from the dear home nest.
Into our homes it comes each week,
freighted with joy and sorrow, hopes
and fears, triumphs and disappoint-
ments; with its helpful articles, hints
and experiences,that fit our case exact-
ly. Is there a burden, heavy, like that
Christian bore? Into the ample bosom
of the HOUSEHOLD it is rolled. The
joys too good to be shared alone, the
blessings that have come after long and
patient waiting. the hopes and aspira

 

tions which we feel sure will never be
realized; the tears “that into each life
must fall,” the stray bits of sunshine
that light up the dark days, the mis~
givings, the doubts, the perplexities,
Ah! how much easier borne, because of
that subtle, invisible cord that makes-
the great human family akinl When
mother dies and father brings home a
new wife; when we make room in the
home for the “ pretty young thing ”
Ned marries; when Jennie won’t learn
housekeeping and insists on being a
typewriter; when the small boy de-
velops a talent for swearing and hang--
ing about town, the hired girl is saucy,
and the hired man puts on airs and will
not use his napkin; when the chickens
loaf around and won’t lay,because eggs
are high, the hen house is a mass of
living {parasites and to cap the c.imax
chalera and pip bear off the flock; when
the lambs are weak things and the colts
have crooked knees, when the cream
has white specks and the butter will not
“ come,” the yeast sours, flour is poor
and bad bread results, cake falls flat
and sticks to the tins, soap is a failure
although made in the moon and stirred
with a sassafras stick; pickles ferment,
jelly molds, and canned fruit spoils, we
bring our woes to the HOUSEHOLD.
When our dresses need remodeling and
hats must be retrimmed; when our
pocket-book is lean because John, the
great bear,won’t hand over the rightful
share; when he hold up mother’s cook-
ing and mother’s way until “Patience
on a monument” sinks into oblivion
in comparison to the grace with which
we bear it; when baby cuts her first
tooth and takes her first step; when
grandpa’s uncertain step is heard no
more and grandma’s thin, wrinkled
hands are folded; when we move from
the “old house into the now” how we
make the rag carpets, do drawn work,
and work doylies; how we make soups-
and salads—all these and many more
meet a ready reponse; the desxred in-
formation is speedily obtained. If we
have a good recipe, an easier formula
for work, ways to save the tired house--
wife steps, how eagerly do we con-
tribute them to the HOUSEHOLD! Sure-
I y we who receive so much should not be
chary of helping the Editor who so
faithfully places the little white sheet
in our homes each week.

“Let those now write who never wrote before
And tho:e who always wrote. row Write the

more.”
BATTLE CREEK. EVANGELIN E.

 

AN INQUIRY.—Will “Dahlia” explain
a little more particularly about the
yellow dahlia seed producing all colors
of flowers? Does she mean separate
plants or a mixture like variegated, or-
more than one color on the same plant?
I have heard of seedlings showing two
colors. Of whom did she buy the aster
seed and what time were they planted?
Mine were a failure last season, and
were sown early. HYACINTH

LANSING.

 

       


    
   

 
  
 

   
   

The Household‘.

 

THE GIRLS OF YESTERDAY.

 

[Piper read by Miss Mollie Carntbers at the
armers‘ Insu’tute at Vernon, March 3rd, 1893.1

The Girl of Yesterday is quite too
serious a subject to be treated in one
short paper. To defend her is unneces-
sary. She needs no champion, nor
asks One. To analyze her would be the
work of genius. To criticize her—who
would dare?

We admit that she is charming, from
whatever point you View her. A
glimpse of the royal purple with which
just now she chooses to adorn her auda-
cious head and you" realize that she is
the color on the landscape of the age.
A whiff of perfume from the roses in
her winter hat and you know that life
without her would be as dreary as a
twice paid bill. But you do not know
that more surely than she does, for to
no other human creature does earth pay
court as to her.

This wonderful century, before mak-
ing its exit from the stage of time,olfers
her opportunities which make her rich-
er in being the American girl of to-day
than to have been the mast powerful
queen that ever dwelt in ancient halls.
The world of business as well as the
world of art has flung wide the portals
of its temples and bade her enter. Her
generation is, up to date, the most
favored that history has known. No
shadow of national calamity has fallen
across her path way like that which

. darkened the youth of the generation

before her. The fates have stored their
balmiest smiles for her, as if to make
amends for the frowns they gave her
mother.

Progress has caught her in its tide
and she is handling her cars so well that
man looks on in secret admiration and
wonders where she learned the stroke.

on. she is altogether lovely, this girl
of ’93, but she is dreadfully pervasive.
You find her in everything, from an
ice cream parlor to an Arctic expedition.
Take up your morning mail. She is as
sure as politics to figure in the columns
of the daily press. Open a religious
paper; she is running a church fair or
marrying a missionary. Turn to your
agricultural weekly and there she is

, with a page or two about fancy work; to

a mining journal and she has just in-
vented a machine for digging and hoist-
ing ore. Fly to a funny paper for relief
and you find her allover it.

But she is doing so many nice things
it is no wonder that the newspapers
make a fad of her. And we are expect-
ing great and good things of her in
future, but now at'her very best she is

' only a brilliant promise.

We are so prone to worship the crea-
tion. The masterpiece is unveiled to
the gaze of a heterogcnous public. The
majority exclaim at its beauty, but do
not ask its author’s name. A few re-
member the workman as well- as his
work. SJ ready to admire results, we
dwell not on slow development nor

 

think of humble causes. Dr. Johnson
said, “There is a frightful interval
between the seed and the timber,” and
distinction-loving human nature in
grateful for being either, rather than
be lost in the interval.

Almost three centuries ago the seed
of American womanhood was sown in
the rock-strewn soil of New England.
History and romance, poetry and art,
have paid tribute to the planting. As
long as painted canvas or printed page
exist to refresh the memory of man the
Puritan maiden will stand in pictur-
esque relief against the grim gray back-
ground of Plymouth Rock, her red
cloak symbolic of the valor with which
the women of her day met hardship;
her modest mien an index to the gentle
dignity of their character. We are in
no danger of forgetting her.

To-day the women of America are the
timber, straight and true and beautiful
in its proportions. Not at the perfec-
tion of gro wth as yet, but developing so
marvelously that we have ceased to
wonder what its limitations are or
whether it has any. I suppose it will
be like the big trees of California and
never siOp growing.

But during the “frightful interval”
between the Puritan maiden and the
girl of today, what a host of earnest
women have been working in campara—
tive obscurity! Working faithfully,
hopefully on, content to advance slowly
if surely; waiting when need be, in
patient independence; conquering pre-
judice and gaining the right to work
unhampered; combining against wrong
and walking in the shadow placrs of
our land with tender hands outstretch-
ed toward suffering humanity.

Can any one measure the power for
good that the women of the nineteenth
century have been? Can anyone esti-
mate the force of their organizations in
lifting the race to a higher plane?
Timidly they ventured forth in quest of
higher education, edging their way by
slow degrees into the halls of learning
hitherto held sacred to the use of men.
“Stoutly they kept and strongly held”
every inch of vantage ground, knowing
that only in knowledge of the world
could they hope to better the worl 1’s
ways.

The girl of to dav rides her bicycle
up the broad road to our temple of
liberal education. Many of its doors
are wide Open. She dismounts and
flutters in at whatsoever door she
chooses. She c‘aims as her right privi-
leges undreamed of a generation
ago, and thinks not that the pave-
ment over which she has guided her
shining wheel has been worn smooth by
the plodding feet of men and women as
earnest in their purpose as soldiers of
the old crusades. Despite the proverb,
it is a royal road to knowledge trod by
the youth of 'to-day.

In Michigan’s rosebud “garden of
girls” a rare plant will blossom next
June. called the “sweet girl graduate.”

 

She knows that the day on which she
receives the well earned laurels will be
a proud and happy one in her mother’s
life as well as in her own ; but she does
not know of a day long ago on wh1ch
her mother‘s school life ended. A
spring day when a trace of snow yet
lingered in shady corners, and . the
March wind was drying here and there
a spot in the road.

There was no diploma, no basket of
flowers. Only a girl walking home
with a few books under her arm. and in
her heart the consciousness that she
had done the best she could. She had
just found out how much there was to
be learned in the books and she wanted
to “go away to school.”

But the country was new and times
were hard, and she knew at the door of
that 3 little district school house her
school days had ended forever. She
was just as capable, just as talented ,
j ist as earnest as is her daughter in the
high school today. It was simply her
io:tune to live in a time less favored.
Do you think she had not aspirations as
lofty, or longings quite as deep as girls
have now? The woman poet of her day
voiced her craving for knowledge when
she wrote:

“ Oh. what would I give. like a bird to go
Right on through the arch of the sunlit bow
And see how the water-drops are kissed
Into green, and yellow and amethyst.”

The girl of to—day knows how those
water-drops are kissed into color. She
can tear the rainbow into ribbons and
tell you how each strip got its tint. If
in her philosophy she does not tear it
altogether from her sky we shall be glad.

If‘you think the girls of yesterday do
not feel their early loss of mental train-
ing, go and ask some of them about it
and be convinced. as I have, that it is
not because the people of this day are
so studious that they are so well edu-
cated. but because the people of yeste r-
day found out what they needed and
put them in the way of getting it. Do
the boys and girls know how much of
their education they owe to their
fathers and mothers? To be sure some
gain it all unaided, but college life is so
much more pleasant if there is some one
to pay the bills.

A boy says, “Yes, I know mother
pinched like everything to get me
through college,” but does he have any
idea how she "pinched?” Does he see
her ripping up the old carpet and put-
ting the thin breadths at the edges?
Does he see her patching and dyeing old
clothes, putting a new lining in the old
carriage robe—aye, even painting the
old buggy? Anything to keep d)wn
the expenses until he had gained
what she had wanted and missed so
much! And then making over the 01d
gowns! Oh, the pathos in that old
black silk! It is pieced under the ruf-
fles and the sleeves are shiny and the
time- worn creases will show. But some
way she makes it look respectable, for
she must wear it when she goes to see
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new dress suit—which is not always the
Only freshness about him. The strict-
est saving is not always in the poorest
thes, nor privation alone in poverty’s
dimain. I think the boys are grateful
in their way, though they do not say
much about it: but if they only knew
how sweet appreciation is after the will-
ing sacrifice, or that “ love asks not so
much proof as expression!”

Woman’s work in America has pro-
gressed along nearly all lines until its
influence is felt from Texas to Alaska,
fr )m Maine to Honolulu. There is
almost no trade or profession from
which a woman is barred. Ina western
city we find her running a street clean-
ing bureau; on Wall Street playing skill-
fully the game of commerce with rail-
road magnates for opponents. Her
foreign sisters, too, are keeping step,
for I read just now that Qieen
Victoria has developed into a type-
writer girl. And woman is up with the
times even in alittle matter of revo-
lutions and weathers one somewhat
more gracefully than her Pan-American
contemporaries have dJUB.

The girl of to day is a very sweet
creature, but will she be all that the
woman of to-day has been? We trust
so, and there are so many of her that
there really ought to be no lack of
timber. And~ such a variety!

There's fashion’s girl. so dashing,
And/the girl th it goes a-mashing.
‘ The summer irl.
~. The college girl
With specs. and cm ani gown.
There's the Boston girl brain-laden,
And the charming western m aiden.
‘ The tennis gi r1.
The country girl.
' And the brilliant girl of 1: mm
The mission girl.
The thea‘re girl.
Whose hat leads men to-pray.
But the dearest one under heaven’s sun
Is the girl of yesterday.

There was published, not long ago, a
description of the "mother of Frances
Willard. It was written by a friend
and coworker of the reformer and
dealt with the life and beautiful char-
acter of its subject; and in it I thought
I found the key to the grand work
accomplished by the great White Rib-
boner.

Oh, mothers of America, how can we

repay thee? How fittingly do homage

to the fame of thy fair work?
The sun will shed its autumn beauty
on the days when you rest from your

labor, but never till its glory fades from,

earth shall we forget what you have

done to benefit the race! History will

honor you, and we ask but the privilege
to lay a humble tribute at your feet.

 

IN the domestic department of an ex-
change we see housekeepers advised to
“lay aside the heavy and cumbersome
moulding-board,” and knead bread on a
newspaper spread upon the table. What
a fine tint and flavor of lamp-black and

oil the bread would get, to be sure!
That’s on the line of the advice we saw
recently to buy Turkey red calico for
sheets to save washing. and because
when worn out they make such a fine
stripe in a- rag carpet—which is certain-

BUM MING UP.

 

I am an interested reader of the say-
ings of the sisterhood, and will give my
sentiments on some of the subjects that
have been discussed (laid “under” the
table maybe).

Hooped skirts again? Not if I know
my own heart. And I think I do!

A business dress for women? Yes.by
all means! Let it be made of Scotch
tweed, with lapels, swallow tails, brass
buttons and spurs.

Shall boys be taught to wash dishes,
etc? No! emphatically.

I’ve noticed that boys who learn to
wash dishes, and do it well and meekly,
generally have to keep right on wash-
ing dishes and “sich” as long as they
are able. No, no! Keep the boys out
of the dish water! But it is all right
for the girls.

HJW many purses should there be in
a family? As many as there are
members. BJ’G let each be taught to
supply his own by his own earnings in
some way, according to age and ability.
Also to spend the same judiciously,try-
ing to inculcate correct ideas in regard
to economy, prodigality, necessity, and
stinginess.

Is life worth living when your hus-
band is cross or unsympathetic, the
bread sour and the nose of the teakettle
lost? That depends on how you take it.

How much. of health,wealth and hap'
piness can be extracted from a kitchen
garden? A most surprising amount.
In quality it is something of an elixir
of life. Fertilizer, good seeds, horse
power, man or woman power on the
end of a hoehandle and the “ moon ”
will fetch it.

E. L. NYE.

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BY THE WAY.

 

By the way, the blazer suit which was
so much worn for traveling, street and
outing purposes last year, is just about
as popular as ever this season again,
though the probabilities are the Eton
suit will give it a hard run. Both are
almost invariably made of navy blue
serge, or at least, that color is selected.
One of the prettiest of the new Eton
suits was of navy blue waterproof serge,
trimmed with a mixed blue and gold
braid, the blue of the braid so exactly
matching the blue materlal that the
only effect was the fine,irregular dashes
of gold. The Eton suit consists of a
skirt out walking length—short enough
to entirely clear the ground. This skirt
has a front breadth, two side gores and
a back breadth, all gored, the back,
however, permitting considerable ful-
ness; this is trimmed with the braid.
A waist of plain blue or polka spot
China or India silk, or of cambric, per-
cale or laws in white with tiny blue
figures, is furnished with pleated frill-
ings of the material in front, being out
long enough to be worn under the belt
attached to thh skirt. Over this is the

 

 

Eton jacket, 'i'hi‘lh comes just to the

 

is a very durable and lovely carpet.

bottorn of the waist, 01‘ where the belt ,

joins the skirt being shaped to the
shape of the waist under the arms; in
front the jacket sheet is increased by
the jaunty revers, between which the
frills of the shirt waist are disclosed.
Sleeves are of the material of the jacket
and must be the full mutton-leg shape.
The revers are continued around the
neck. forming its finish, and end with
the square cut jacket fronts, which are
cut just to the bottom of the waist. On
slight,trim figures this is a very grace-
ful and becoming costume,but the stout
girl and the middle-aged should stick to
the blazer suit. .

By the way, did anybody ever tell
you that to make a lace veil set well
over a large hat it should be gathered
a trifle in front? On one edge gather
nine or ten inches into the space of six,

fiend let the gathered space come upon

the curving edge of the hat-brim; then
draw up the sides at the back, and’
“there you are!”

By the way, whatever else you make
your cape of, don’t make it of satin. I
have seen several, and they are not
pretty. Bear too much of a resemblance
to a fisherman’s nor’ wester, or an oil-
skin circle. And, too, our fashionables
have tired of the gigantic poppies and
roses as big as cabbages and other large
flowers which have been” worn so much,
and the fancy now is for tiny blossoms
like forget-me-not and heliotrope, mig-
nonette, cherry-bloom,bluets. and their
kindred. These are massed in wreaths
to lie along the inner edge of bonnets
and outline hat-brims and crowns, and
are an agreeable variation on the floral
monstrosities which held the lead in
early Spring. BEATRIX.

 

THE Literary Century, published by
Miss E. Cora De Puy at Ann Arbor,
makes its Mav issue a souvenir number,
devoted to Michigan women in journal-
ism. Miss De Puy has been at a great
deal of trouble and expense in prepar-
ing it, and it contains portraits and
sketches of most of the best-known
“newspaper women” in the State. Its
make-up and contents area credit to its
publisher. Miss De Puy intends to
place a copy in the Press Room in the
Michigan Building at the Exposition.
Price of this number is twentv cents.

 

THE Country Gentleman says: A very
artistic rag carpet can be made with a
little trouble. It will be very soft and
handsome and suitable for a nice room,
even it it is made of rags. To an artis-
tic eye, the effect and not the material
is always considered‘ This carpet is
made of fine cut rags dyed asoft brown;
every three, four or five yards of the
rage is sewed in a piece of dark yellow
aboutaquarter of a yard long. This
makes an irregular dash of color all
through the carpet; it is woven with
brown warp in two shades, dark and
a yellow brown with basket weave, and.

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