Evening Star Newspaper, November 24, 1894, Page 16

i6 THE EVENING STAR, SATURDAY NOVEMBER 24, 1894-TWENTY PAGES. ‘A PAPER DOLL STORY The Doll and Gowns to Be Cut Out After Reading. FOR THE VERY LITTLE FOLKS Girls Can Have a Good Time at Home. Little MAKE THE GOWNS > HOW TO Written for The Evening Star. LTHOUGH THE A is mostly for grown-up people the little folks take an interest often in the pictures, and now that it is almost Christmas time they will be pleased to have a story express- ly for them, and after they have read it or have had some one else read it to they they will like to cut out the paper doll and her dresses and keep them to “play paper doll” with. This doli's neme is Rosalie May. She is Just five years old, and her mother thinks her the prettiest and best girl in the world. Her mother’s name was Eertha, and Bertha used to have very good times playing paper dolls with her little friend Amy. Amy's doll’s name was Winsome Winnie. She was pretty, too, but Bertha thought Rosalie May much prettier. One day Amy was spending the day with Bertha, and they were playing paper dolls ™ Bertha’s play room. The dolls were fast asleep in their beds in the baby house. But they were not allowed to stay there long, for it was late and they must be dressed and started off for school. “Dear me, Rosalie May!” said Bertha. “You have no clean apron to wear to school. Now,if I let you wear your nice gray dress, trimmed with blue (the new shade of blue, you know, Amy, like mamma's new gown), will you promise me not to get it dirty?” Silence gave consent and the pretty gray dress was put on Rosalie May. “Where's your cap—your biue Tam O’Snan- ter? Oh,dear! You have such careless hab- its, my child. Here it is, just where I put It myself!" Meanwhile Amy dressed her paper doll and they were taken off to school by their faithful mothers. School was very short, for soon the little maidens were trotting home again. “Now hurry, nurse, and give the children their lunch, for we are all going out to the Zou this afternoon.” After \ . 2 lunch was over the coats and hats were put on. Rosalle’s coat was so pretty that I must ll you how it was made (or painted), so at you can make yours like it. It was ~ red cloth trimmed with narrow beave: r around the edge of the cape and leeves. There wi a collar of black vel- t. The hat to match was a black felt, Immed with red roses under the brim, a ribbon bow and black plumes on top. is very easy to make a coat like this, for i ycu need ts paper, a paint box and sh and a pair of scissors—‘Mrs. ince, think we will walk, unless you would ther rida” ssid Amy nalifalv. “Ob yes; let’s walk; Rosalie is very strong and never gets tired—and your Winnie is able to walk, isn't she?” This being agreed up- on, the walk began—over by the bureau, beside the bed, and to the fireplace, where, reposing by the fender was pussy. “Oh, see the big Bengal tiger, Rosalie, don’t be afraid, dear; well, Winnie, if you will cry we will go over to the monkey cage. They won't frighten you.” But, unfortunately, just then pussy seeing that there was fun ‘going on, and thinking she must be in it, too, seized the paper doll Winnie in her paws—a breeze blowing the doll toward her. Then the shrieks, real and affected, that came from the ‘little girls. “Help! The tiger has my child. Oh! Come quick!” When the cat had given up the play and the child was rescued, it was, of course, too late, and they were too much exhausted to do anything but return home. They were not even able to walk home from the Zoo, so some chairs were put in a row and Bertha’s brother Ned said he would be conductor and play ‘lectric car, and so the small mothers with their children got in the car and started for home. “Now, poor little Winnie will feel better soon. How glad I am that Rosalie did not go too near the cage. What an awful fierce tiger he was!” Just then Ned began realize that playing conductor was not much fun, and that there might be more in teasing the girls. Accordingly the chairs were rocked violently from side to side, and they were told that the cars were off the track. Then both dolls were seized and thrown off on the floor. “Stop the car—ding dong,” went Ned. “Oh, Bertha, I'll pretend I'm a lion and ate up both the children!” Suiting the action to the word, Ned went down on all fours ani took the dolls up ‘with his teeth. “Now, Ned, stop! You'll spoil the dolis.”* bounded out of the room, into the hall, the children after him. Then a race began, but was cut short by mamma's appearance, who told Ned to let the litte girls play in paper But Ned, with the dolls, peace. “Here, children, take these bananas and cakes and have a tea party. You can get some real tea from the kitchen, and some sugar and <ream and have a nice time.”” This comforted Bertha and Amy, and af. ter putting the dclls on their beds, for, of course, they must sleep off the bad effects of their thrilling adventure, they began to set the tea table. A box covered with a tewel did very well fur the table, and with the bananas cut In slices, the cakes on , and the teapot, pitcher and sugar place, the table looked “splendid,” little girls declared. Now, Rosalie beth must have on her green cashmere gown for the tea party. “Isn't it cute?” the little girl said; “it has a pointed lace yoke and green ribbon rosettes round the walst.” There ts a hat to match this frock—green felt with dark green rosettes and canary wings—but Rosalie did not put it on then, of course, as she was going to sit down ‘0 the table. Winnie, too had a pretty dress put on her by her mamma, and then the party began. It did not take very long fcr the two little girls to finish all the goodies. To the outsiders, the mothers seemed to do all the eating, while the pap»r dolls sat in most sober fashion stiff in their places. But, alas! Rosalie was sent up stairs to her room for spilling tea on the front of her brand-new dress, and upoi coming ont from her punishment looked very sweet in her white ruffled organdie frock trimmed with turquoise blue ribbon. It had a dou- ble skirt and the sleeves were very “ruf- fly,” as Amy said. The ribons were crossed over the front and ended in rosettes at the waist. ‘Oh! Isn’t that lovely!” erled Amy again. “Bertha, won't you make Winnie a dress like that, please?” “I will’ ask sister to paint you one just like it,” said obliging Bertha. So, leaving the paper dolls to take care of themselves, the two little women got out their penc! moist water color boxes, paper and scissors, and with sister's willing help, they soon made very pretty frocks, coats and hats for both Winnie and Rosa: lie, and the time passed so quickly that 5 o'clock came “before they knew it,” and It was time for Amy to go home. Now, children, as the story 1s finished, you may cut out Rosalie, May and her gowns, and by coloring them you will have a new paper dcll. Perhaps you would like to paste the doll on a large visiting card— this will make her stronger. Then you could paste her coats, gowns and hats on letter paper, which would mako them all last much longer. z. paaaee vena Impromptu Maps. The “cat” and the “pig” books, designed to record people's impressions of those in- teresting animals (each person to draw his own without being allowed a glimpse of any one else's work), has an amusing com- panion in a geography sketch book, In this one’s friends are to record, in a rapid, off-hand drawing, their best recol- lections of certain very famillar outlines, such the coast of Massachusetts, or Italy, or England, or North America. To be even fairly correct is difficult and rare, if one ts long past daily geography lessons. The five great lakes of North America is one of the best tasks to set, this to be drawn in outline with at least the larger bays and connections indicated, all to be done without seeing, first, any other sketch or map. A correct map should accompany. the book for easy reference and comparison with the amateur work. The curlously vague,droll, mental maps that one’s friends carry about with them, thus revealed, are funnier than even the sea serpent's por- traits in the “sea serpent His Album.” I have known more than one person to stop short at a mere “round QO” for the first lake which seemed to lead nowhere, the other four haying neither shape nor substance in the puzzled artist’s vision. - ———— Two of the Unemployed. ‘on’t you give me a little assistance, I've been out of employ- ment for eight weeks.”" sir? The gilded youth—“That’s nothing. I've | cai yean out af emplaswent few sinbt yearn” BREADMAKING ART Senora Sara Explains the Mysteries of the Home-Made Article. USES NEITHER LARD NOR BUTTER The Only Way to Learn is by Actual Experience. IT’S GOOD WHEN RIGHT Oe: Written Exclusively fo- The Evcning Sta F THE RESEARCH- es of science are re- warded in the future as they have been in the past, the time may come when wo can “live on wind pudding,” as air plants do, and there are lots of women who will hail that day with delight, but at the present time it 1s quite nec- essary to eat to live, and equally necessary to have the food healthfully and attractively prepared, that living may be comfortably achieved. I think one of the first lessons in house- hold economy that I learned was how to make bread. The late bread controversy, so bravely waged by The Star in behalf of the bread-buying public, brought back to my mind most forcibly my first dis- tracted efforts to master the art of baking and my proud little heart when my father remarked that my bread was “almost” as sweet and light as that my mother used to make when they were first married. He was too kind to intimate how wide of perfection that “almost” indicated. My mother was one of those wise scrip- tural kind of women who “looked well to the ways of their household.” She was absolute mistress of every detail of house- hold labor, and if necessary could wash, iron, bake and brew with the best. That it was not necessary in no wise abated her interest ir. household economy, for she held it a sin to wantonly waste any kind of substance. In her youth, which was long before women “advanced” out of the hone, a girl's education incomplete, her fitness for marriage questioned, if she had not served time in the culinary de- partment, learning how to pickle and pre- serve, bake and broil and manufacture pastry and the varied “sweets” that went to make up an old-fashioned menu. A Necesrary Accomplishment. Not that the girls of that day expected to actually do those things in their own homes any more than they do now, but it was an art as much as music or painting, and -itted one to judge and direct the ef- forts of others, or to select “works of art” whether from the stew pan or the studio, id made a woman much master of the situation as a general in the field, though neither engaged in the actual combat. She acted on the theory that an ignorant mistress would make incompetent servants possible, premises quite untenable, in her well balanced mind. When the coffee came to her table muddy she knew the reason. If the bread was sour she did not need to have it demonstrated that some one had been negligent in some vital particular. If the pastry was soggy she informed thi cook that she had slighted certain details of well-tried recipes. Furthermore, she was not above putting on a big apron and descending to the kitchen to demonstrate her theories, hence incompetent servants were not long in her employ. If they proved stupidly incompetent they were discharged. If only ignorantly so, and im- bued with a desire to improve their con- dition, my mother took great pleasure in instructing them, deeming it a part of her mission on earth to aid in every possible Way all efforts looking to self-improvement in the people with whom she had to deal, no matter what their class or condition. “Quality don’t never buy braid, nohow,” asserted Jude, as 1 laid down The Star, after reading her some of the “bread let- ters.” “It's only lazy no’count folks what eats dat machine-made stuff, wif de Lord on’y knows how much trash in it. Jus’ you git a loaf of dat stuff an’ put ‘side of mine in de mawnin’ an’ I show you what good braid ts.” And she carefully covered the “sponge” for the morrow’s baking. “I jus’ soon feed my honey Rose pisen, ‘deed I would, as that shif‘less, no’count braid an’ cake an’ ples. Wy it costs a heap mo’, Miss Sara, an’ ‘taint fitten te eat after yo gits it. No indeedy! Mighty shif'- less way of livin’, buyin’ bakers’ stuff all the time. Yo’ bressed mother, she make her own braid "fore she buy’ chips, she would,” and with a sniff of supreme con- tempt Jude went about buttering her pans ready for hot rolis for breakfast, and I left her and Rose together, while I went to my room. An Amateur Attempt. In about half an hour Rose came romp- ing through the hall with the dogs at her heels, and stopped at my door long enough to inform me that Jude thought her quite old enough to begin taking lessons in bread-making, and that she was to begin in the morning! I sad, “Yes, dear,” and groaned inwardly. I knew exactly what to expect. Jude is one of the best cooks in the world, but if it was to save her soul I don’t believe she could give an exact recipe for making coffee even. She “uses a little of this and a little of that, and if there seems to be too much, takes some out,” and that is as explicit as she ever gets. When she entices Rose into the kitchen to learn how to make a cake or custard 1 know beforehand that I will be called in to arbitrate matters, and might well offer my services first as last. hey were not necessary the next morn- ing, however, because Rose was sleepy and declined to get up in time to mix the rolls for breakfast, but on the following morn- ing, just as I was putting up my back hair, 1 heard Rose at the door. ‘ata, please come and show me how much flour to use,” she wailed. ‘“Every- thing ts so horrid and sticky, and Jude is ag snappy as an old turtle this morning. She won't tell me anything; just says, ‘Law me, chile, how I goin’ ter know how much flouah you wants, till you done gits it mix’ in,’ and l’ve mixed and mixed, and its soft and runny, and I'm sure it never will be fit to eat.” . 1 slipped on a wrapper and opened the door, and such a sight as that child was! She was dusted with flour from her nose to her toes, and even had splashes of dough in her bangs. Her fingers were glued together with dough, and there were two streaks down each side of her face, indisputable evidence that she and Jude had been having a stormy time, ending in the usual dash of tears. When I got to the kitchen, I didn’t wonder that Jude was snappy, for there was flour all over her ec and span floor, and her beautifully scoured table was daubed with dough and littered with flour dippers, lard cans, salt cups, milk Jugs, water pitchers, yeast jars, ete. In the middle of the debris stood the bread bowl, with a soft, flabby mass of wet dough sticking to the sides of the bowl and flattened down in the middle—a most unpromising-looking mess. “Seems lak that chile ain’t got the sense she was bawn wif,” sputtered Jude as soon as I appeared on the scene. “I dun tole her she mus’ take ‘nuf flouah to begin wif.” The Proper Amount of Flour. “But she didn’t know how much enough was,” interrupted Rose, tearfully, “She said not to get too much, for it would make what was left sour and not be fit to put back in the bin, if I didn’t use it all, and then she never told me to make a hole in the flour to pour the yeast in, till after I had turned it on top of the flour, and, of course, {t splattered all over everything, and run over the top, just awful. She sald I must use a handful of salt, and when I ‘ot it mixed like that, she said she meant fer handful of salt, and not mino. Bread- making !s very complicated, I think. If it is as cheap when I get to keeping house as it ia now, I shall buy mine. It is so much less trouble.” And that is the same logic advanced by a lot of older women, who, like Rose, found the mysteries of breadmaking a little hard to master in their younger days, and, be- it is “less trouble,” prefer to feed fasaiies en the manufactured pro- shale duct, under the delusion, also, that it is cheaper. I soon convinced Rose that learning ¢9 make bread was not half as difficult as learning to paint, and that “enough” flour to mix a given quantity of water or yeast was only ascertained on trial, just as she experiments withther paints to produce certain sttesta inicolor. Then I told her what Mrs. Ewingp¢he penne authority, has to say on«the pubject: “It is very difficult to impress upon the mind of the average breadmaker the fact that the exact quantity of flour to be used with a given ‘quantity of wetting to inake bread dough of the proper consistency can- not be stated accurately by weight or meas- ure,” says Mrg, Ewing. “It can only be ap- proximated. Ther€ is frequently a differ- ence of a qua%t in the quantity of flour re- quired to a «quart of wetting; in other words, where three quarts of the best spring wheat, flour will, with a quart of wetting, maké a dough of the proper con- sistency for good d, four quarts of the best winter wheat flour may be required to accomplish, the; same result. And yet the bread in both cases may be excellent. Flour made from hard, or spring wheat, contains less moisture than flour made from soft or winter wheat. “Consequently, a quart of hard wheat flour will absorb considerably more wet- ting than a quart of soft wheat flour, and less of the former than the latter will be needed to make dough of a proper con- sistency for good bread. The only infallible test of the consistency of dough for bread- making is the one I always give in my lectures: ‘Work in the flour until the dough becomes smooth and elastic, and ceases to stick to the fingers and the molding board.’ This test can always be relied on if good flour is used, no matter whit the brand may be, or whether it is hard or soft flour, and the breadmaker who practically ap- plies it will never fail to have good bread.” No Lard or Butter. So poor old Jude, who declares that she “can make braid with her eyes shut,” 1s not to be blamed for not knowing just how much flour was necessary, when so eminent an authority as Mrs. Ewing says that it is pretty much guess work, but there are some things about breadmaking that are not guess work. In the first place, you must have good yeast. I will not use baker’s yeast even, for I can make much cleaner, purer yeast myself. Here is a recipe for hop yeast that has stood the test of twenty-five years in our family: “Peel several perfectly sound Irish potatoes and boil till ready to drop to pieces, then lift out carefully and mash fine. Thero must be enough when mashed to make two half pint cups—measure all the ingredients in the same cup. Boll two ounces of gvod hops in a quart of water for twenty min- utes, then strain. Mix in the basin with the mashed potatoes, one cup of salt, one cup of sugar, one cup of flour and pour over this the boiling hot hop water. Stir briskly for five minutes. Then add three quarts of boiling water, stir well and set to cool to blood heat, when add a cup of good yeast, or a cake of compressed yeast. Stir briskly and set aside for twelve or fifteen hours, then skim and stir. Skim it three times in as many days, then put in jugs, cork and set in a cool place, where it will keep for two months. Always shake the jug before using any of it.” Now for the bread. I like potato bread best, because it does not dry out so repidly and is more nutritious, and I set my face like flint against “lard or cottolene or but- ter” in light bread. Goodness knows one gets enough of those In cakes and rolls and pastry to ruin the digestion. The Ingredi- ents for bread are a cup of yeast, table- spoonful of salt, cup of finely mashed po- tatoes, tablespoonful of sugar. To make the yeast, take one pint of flour, sift and pour on it a quart of boiling water, and stir briskly. After it has cooled, add the po- tato and other ingredients, the yeast lust. After stirring well add two quarts of flour, and beat briskly for a moment, then put to e in a moderately warm place. I prefer a stone jar for the purposo, and it should be a good size, sojthat the yeast will not run over. It will take about ten hours for it to get “justaright’” to mix. In the morn- ing mix in emougit flour to make a stiff rubber-like dowgh., Just how much this is Mrs. Ewing has told you is hard to de- termine, but practiee will demonstrate. All Kinds of Bread. The dough shofild feel springy under your hand when it ‘is stiff enough, and you should knead it for twenty minutes at least. Then ptt back in the bread tray to rise. When it has got about twice as big as when put to get light, cut it into six even lumps, khead“lightly into loaves, and put into greased pans that will let it rise to twice its origina) size without crowding, then bake for one, hour in a, moderately hot oven. fteen minutes before taking from the overt draw the pans out and rub the érust with sweet butter, which will make it brown nicely and render it ten- der. Ifthe oven ‘gets too hot on top, set a pan of water on the grate, or if that is out, lay two or three thicknesses of pa- per over the bread. When done roll quick- ly In several thicknesses of perfectly clean cloth to soften, If the crust seems very hard, dampen the cloth with cold water. You can make graham, rye or any other kind of raised bread by this recipe, by substituting the other flour for the white. If you should determine to make rolls af. ter the douxh is mixed, add a small table- spoonful of butter or lard to each pint of dough. Roll the dough out thin and spread the butter on it, then roll up and knead, but add age? a little more flour, as rolls should be thinner than bread. Roll thin, cut with a biscuit cutter, fold over half and set to raise. Rub with butter just be- fore removing from the oven. Everything about breadmaking should be scrupulously clean. Always wash the bread pan or tray each time it is used. Never return flour to the bin till sifted to remove every particle of dough. Never put lumps of pastry or dough in the flour bin, to keep “for future reference.” The refrigerator is the best place. Have one spoon, cup, knife, tray, tin measure, and stone jar for your bread, id don't use them for anything but that and pastry. Home-made bread is sweeter and more wholesome, keeps longer, and is at least five times cheaper than you can buy. Bak- ing twice a week will keep you in bread, if you havo hot rolls and bicults, and you can bake on your ironing day, and on Sat- urday when your stove ts hot for the Sun- day supplx of sweets. I pose {t is hardly necessary to say that Rose-in-bloom’s bread wis not a suc- cess. She went out to play with the dogs and forgot it, so it got too light and sour- ed. So did Jude’s temper. SENORA SARA. eee + Green Cloth and Black Velvet. For a stylish study in hunters’ green cloth and black velvet, nothing more elegant than this could be presented. The cloth skirt is slashed to show the black velvet skirt beneath, and at the head of each slash is a military knot of gold cord, the 'S one brilliant touch in the gown. The bo- dice is cloth, with black velvet sleeves and reyers, and the collarette and front are Fallow satin. The hat is turned up closel; on one side in rather a rakish manner ai caught with a knot of green velvet, while two black tips droop over the green velvet crown. The edge 18 finished with a gold Whiskers is a cord. £2 ond bottle, “abd colors ove Any person can easily apply ii Buckingoam's lar preparation brown or black. home. |MOTHER GOOSE CLUB siatenin. Ace seommamnmaned There is Always » Woman Back of Everything, MOTHER HUBBARD AND HER DOG A Suggestion as to How Social Reforms Can Be Effected. PREACHING AND PRACTICE SE ERE Ree Written Exclasively for The Evening Star. HE PLACE OF meeting of the Moth- r Goose Club lust Thursday afternoon Was the drawing room of the woman with a past, and ev- ery member of the club was present. The room is one of those rare places whick are furnished entirely for comfort and use. All the < chairs are low and deep, the divans are luxurious, and every corner has its pile of pillows. There is a profusion of color admirably managed, and the apartment is not without a distinct air of elegance; but it is too impressed with its owner’s personality to be conventional and too comfortable to be absolutely good form. Mrs. West End’s aristocratic nostrils dilated just a trifle as she entered the room with Mrs. Fin de Siecle, and she sniffed as decidedly as is consistent with perfect repose of manner. “I knew it,” she whispered to her com- panion; “it’s cigarette smoke.” The rest of the club had already ar- rived, and the buzz of high-pitched con- versation was giving way to the silence which preceded the opening of the mect- ing. The woman with the past tapped for order with the handle of her curiously carved tortoise-shell lorgnette. “Was there anything especial arranged for this meeting?” she asked. “I was to give an account of Mother Goose, I believe,” said Mrs. Georgetown Heights. “I’m afraid I haven't been very successful. I spent nearly all day up in the Congressional Library, and I must say I don’t think the spirit of mortal has the slightest excuse for being proud. I looked through books till my head swam, but all I could find was the bare fact that she was @ native of Boston; that her brother-in-law was Thomas Fleet, a printer, who gath- ered together her verses and published them in 1719.” “I don’t believe that is quite correct,” said the literary member, with just a tinge of superiority in her air. “Thomas Fleet was not her brother-in-law; he was her son-in-law, having married her eldest daughter, Elizabeth. He heard her croon- ing over the poems to his little son, and, by way? of hoiding her up to ridicule, and showing her how silly her rhymes were, he published a little volume, called ‘Songs for the Nursery, or Mother Goose Mel- odies.’” ie French have ‘Contes de Ma Mere YOye,’ by Charles Perrault, 1607,” said Miss Pension Bureau, who once wrote an article on the origin of nursery rhymes for @ Chautauqua circle, The Cruelty of Friends. “Most of Mother Goose’ ever,” said Mrs. West End, ably English, and some of them, I under- stand, were originally commemorative of fome scandal or historical incident. Now, there’ ‘Lucy Locket lost her pocket, Kitty Fisher found it; But not a penny was there in it, But the binding round it.’ “That, I am told, was a jingle sung in Charles the Second’s day, and referred to Lucy Walters, Monmouth's mother.” “Aside from its historical interest,” said the matronly member, “it has always seem- ed to me that that verse refers.to the habit some people have of spreading abroad in- formation that comes to them entirely by accident. Why need Kitty Fisher have published poor Lucy Locket’s poverty to all the world? Kitty Fisher may stand for the guest who quite accidentally stumbles upon some jeaiously guarded family secret, and forgetting the debt due to those with whom one has eaten salt, makes it public. I knew a woman once who used to go away from home every now and then on a visit, it was said. A woman who was intimate with the family, however, told that the visits were really made to m private asylum, for the poor creature was period- ically insane.” “And there was Byron's friend,” said the bluet hat, “who uncovered the dead poet's deformed feet, and told what ailed them.” “Oh,” said the woman with a past, “one is comparatively safe in the hands of one's enemies, but iver us all from the hands of our friends!’ “Mother Goose has another poem on the abuse of friendship,” said the Congress- man’s wife. ‘I had a little pony, His name was Dapple Gray; I lent him to a lady To ride a mile away. She whipped him, she lashed him, She rode him through the mire; I would not lend my pony now For all the lady’s hire.” “If you have ever loaned one of your best friends anything, you will appreciate the subtle truth of this pdem. It has always been a mystery to me why people who are reasonably careful of their own property are so careless of other people's. If you Jend a magazine, or something of small value, however much you prize it, you sel- dom get it buck again, and your books will come home with marginal notes and marks all through them.” “I detest people who mark books, any- way,” said Mrs. Fin de Siecle. “It's so an- noying to have other people's unasked opin- ions forced upon one. It's enough to know what the author thinks. It's exasperating to be confronted by what Tom, Dick or Harry thinks of the author's thoughts.” “And yet people will mark borrowed books,” went on the Congressman's wife, “and keep borrowed umbrellas, and bring home various borrowed articles soiled, torn or broken. The moral of it all is, never lend. “It would be better, I think,” said the woman in the tailor-made gown, “to say never borrow, for it’s dreadfully hard to refuse to lend. However, I think the literal meaning of the poem is quite as applicable, for I never knew a woman yet who knew how to beat a horse.” “That's true,” said the woman in the cerise collar, “and when I see a woman driving down the street, I never dare try to éross till she is a block past. I think women are naturally cruel, anyway.” “Oh, yes,” sald the hostess, “and you'll go on to instance wearing feathers on one’s hat, and Spanish women at bull fights and all that sort of thing, and I object. It isn’t a question of cruelty with a woman. It's a question of what is fashionable, and what she thinks men admire. “Well, it seems to me,” said the motherly looking woman, “that no matter where we start, We always bring up with woman.” What Mother Hubbard Typifies. “My dear,” sald the hostess, “that’s quite right. There's always a woman back of everything. However, let us see what we can make out of Old Mother Hubbard. “Old Mother Hubbard, she went to the cupboard, To get her poor dog a bone; But when she got there, the cupboard was bare, And so the poor dog got none.’” Nobody spoke for a few moments, and he tailor-made woman surreptitiously ightened her bow-knot tle. The club was lainly getting into deep water. It was he literary member who finally came to the rescue. “It seems te me,” said she, “that Mother Hubbard stands for the people who are always making promises they cannot ful- fill.” “The world is full of them,” said the de- partment woman. ‘There are too many of them right here in Washington, and they are Congressmen. They make great prom- out home, for you know that the farther a Congressman gets from Wash- ington the bigger man he becomes. They Promise this position and that position, but when the poor, deluded constituent comes lown here to Washington the cupboard is find somebody else has all the “J think,” said the Congressman’s wife, with emphasis, and an air of hidden mean- ing, “that perhaps Mother Hubbard was so tormented by the dog whils she was trying to attend to her household duties that, in desperation, she promised him the bone to get rid of him. Office seekers, you know, make a Congressman’s life a burden to him, and I heard one Sénator say that after he had finished running errands for his constituents he was too tired to care preg the country went to smash or not.” Mjss Pension Bureau coughed uneasily, but'the bride, who had not heard a word of what was going on, looked up from her copy of Mother Goose, and broke the somewhat pronounced silence with: “Oh, here's just the sweetest little poem! So simple! So earnest! So helpful! “ ‘Leg over leg, as the dog went to Dover; When he came to a stile, jump, he went over.’ ” There was a decided snicker from the bluet hat, but the bride was too intent on her verse to hear it. “Isn't that lovely? I take it to mean that the people who jog on quietly, con- tentedly, attending to their own affairs— the commonplace, every-day people, ae} know—are quite capable of rising to actu greatness; when occasion requires it they equal to any emergency, surmount every obstacle.” ‘Bravo for bridie!’’ whispered Mrs. Fin de Siecle to Mrs. West End. “I didn’t think she had it in her.” “Great things are always done by people from whom least is expected,” said Mrs. Georgetown Heights. “Brilliant people spend their energies as they go. The plod- ders conserve all their energies until, when an opportunity comes, they do something really great. The time makes the man.” “Ah, yes,” said the literary member, re- flectively, and quite as if it had just oc- curred to her. “But think of the man of genius whose opportunity never comes. What a fearful fate is that of a Columbus who has failed to discover his world!” “That's Gautier,” whispered Mrs. Fin de Siecle to Mrs. West End. “That woman just digests a book of quotations, and then reels it off as if every word of it were her own.” What the World Needs. “One of Mother Goose's most familiar poems has so far been entirely neglected,” said the tailor-made woman. “ ‘Little Tommy Tucker Sings for his supper, ‘What shall he eat? White bread and butter. How shall he cut it ‘Without any knife? How shall he marry Without any wife? “That's one of the clearest and simplest ms, too. Tommy Tucker is in want, ut instead of relieving him at once, end of the century philanthropy falls to dis- cussing him. How shall he be relieved? It falls to theorizing, It holds conventions, reads exhaustive papers, elects delegates to other conventions and treats poor Tom as if he were a new species of mollusk or a newly discovered trilobite instead of a human being.” “Tom Tucker may stand for any abuse, it seems to me," said the bluet hat. “What we want in anything 1s not theory, but practice. For my part, I believe nearly every evil in the land could be remedied if instead of preaching sermons about it or writing books on the subject people just got down to work and went at it, teoth and nail. You hear such a deal about the country being in the hands of corrupt politicians. If that’s true it will go right on being true till respectable peo- ple quit discussing white bread and butter and take control of things into their own hands. There are always more respecta- ble people than knaves in a community.” “There may be two opinions about that,” said the hostess, “but in the main I think your exposition hath been most sound. Some of the talk about reform, however, makes me think of this poem: “There was an old woman tossed up in a basket, Ninety times as high as the moon; And aed she was going I couldn't but as For in her hand she carried a broom. Old woman, old woman,old woman,quoth I, Whither, O whither, O whither so high? To sweep the cobwebs off the sky! Axd I'll be back again by and by.” “That is the genius who lacks practical common sense, and why the most uncom- mon thing in the world should be called common sense I never could tell, and spends his energies in attempting some impossible thing that wouldn't do the world any real good, even if it were ac- complished.” “There you mistake,” said Mrs. West End, gathering her feather boa about her; “every bit of knowledge helps. It’s this way: Humanity is the weight on a hy- drcstatic bellows, and every drop of knowl- edge added raises the standard of ctviliza- tion so much the higher.” “I don’t quite grasp your metaphor,” said the hostess, rising to bid her guests good-bye, “and by the same token my conceit tells me it must be very deep and full of subtle meaning, but I’ve enjoyed your meeting, and if you've enjoyed my te. please come again.” d the meeting adjourned. —>__ A PRETTY EVENING FROCK. A Becoming Gown That Fits at Small Expense. A pretty evening frock is something that every society bud is desirous of possessing, yet a great many of them find.themselves doomed to wear worn and passe finery, be- cause new will cost too much in these days of financial depression. Such an absurd idea, too. In the first place, it is not the cost of the gown that makes it attractive, for if it is not sulted to the wearer or is ill-fitting, it is sure to be commented upon unfavorably, no matter how rich the ma- terial. Perfectly fitting gowns are to be desired above all else, and if I were secking to impress the society world with exquisite taste in attire I should seek out the most stylish modiste—and that is not always the highest priced one—and put into her hands simple materials and tell her to make them up to suit my style. Any woman who has an unlimited check book can make herself into a mantua maker’s model, but It is the girl of modest means who attracts com- ment when she makes her dainty frocks to outshine her richer neighbors, ————_ Spanish Hamor. From the London Daily News. Here is a modern Spanish joke: “The deuce! I do feel bad.” “Whet'’s the matter?” “IT ate a steak of horseflesh, and going round and round in my inside.” “My dear fellow! It must have been a circus horse.” it's FOR DYSPEPSIA AND NERVOUSNESS Use Horsford’s Acid Phosphate. 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