Norwich Bulletin Newspaper, January 27, 1912, Page 14

| minutes, according to size. I am go- h{ to try sliced potatoes with fish and ;fll let you know later, if you care to ear, ‘While writing of the development of convenient methods of cookery, Wwill also add a few words of praise for the fireless cooker. All women who have to prepare their own meals will be free from the hot stove, It makes it possible for them to cook breakfast, luncheon and dinner at the same time, in perhaps an hour, HOW JOSEPHINE leaving the rest of the day free for other work. All they have to do is to heat the meat, vegetables, cereals or other viands on stove for 10 or 15 minutes and then put them into the airtight box, which being lined with non-conducting substances, cooks them thoroughly, retaining all their flavors, keeping them hot for six hours,and EVERY WOMAN'S OPPORTUNITY. Bulletin wants good home letters, d business letters; good help- y suggest. They should be in hand by $2.50 to first; $1.50 to second; $1.00 to fu! of any kind the mind mi Welinesday of each week. Write on but one side of the paper. Address, SOCIAL CORNER EDITOR, Bulletin Office, Norwick, Conn THREE PRIZES MONTHLY: third. Awurd made the last Saturday In’each month, PRIZE WINNERS FOR JANUARY. First prize, $250—To Clara of Can terbury, for “Tested Recipes.” Second prize, $1.50—To Aunt Mehitable for “Domestio Uses for Surgeoy's Plaster.” Third prize, $1.00—To Aline for “New Year's Resolution—Be Neighborly.” SOCIAL CORNER POEM. A Plea for Woman. By D, Duane Bromley our halls of legislation, women of our nation, o yearly sending a petition there, And the boon for which they pray i Is simply that they may In affalrs of State and Nation have a share. In our fair land of the free, In the last half century, She has won some points, deny it those who She has proved what she That she's capable and true; Give the ballot to the better half of man. This is woman's age we live in, TYet the ballot it is given To the drunken corner loafer, and his clan; ‘While the women of our land Plead for it with outstretched hand; Give the ballot to the Sisters of the man. There are wrongs that would be right- For woman would be sighted Foremost, with her weapons in the van, And for all that's clean and right, She would help to win the fight; Give the ballot to the daughters of the man. Let husbands, sires, Help the sisters, wi As th and brothers, es and mothers, battle for their rights, when e're we can, And God grant that each may live To see our Cou give The ballot to “The Mother of the Man." ANSWERS TO CORRESPONDENTS. Ready—The car as you directed s have been mailed A. A. P.—The stories have been re-i tved and will be considered as sug- ed-by you. | There {3 no age limit to vho write for the Social Corner, | \lI we can tell about age is by pen- TIAmes. 8! Sweet xteen, Papa's Bo; Jack the Billle and Sweet | lavender b emack of youth in them; an: others are smacking good What is age? The golden supposed always to be before us, Who—Will attend to the matter, Should it not eward Is sure riage, the fault made good. reach you at once the If there is a miscar- is ours, It will be Billie—Have may mailed card to Mont- interest Cornerites to ort for Willanna. k the editor en- timents expressed Corner. He believes in a free expression of jdeas—the largest liberty. Truth Injures no one and error finaily fiees from it vllle. Ruth—Do n. dorses all of th by writers to PAPA'S BOY CALLS FOR A GAME OF FLINCH. Dear Editor and Social Corner Sis- ters: Where were all of our Leonard Bridge Sisters who stayed out during the past week? Ready: You didn't have any of your §o0d oid-timers in for last week. Don't give 1 Elizabeth: I think the ground is frozen pretty hard for my auto, don't t's have a game of fiinch and of the Leonard Bridge Sisters What! you and Nat ap over your passe Don't let your spunk it is the matter with you? Y 't been sick, have you? Don't give up yet Jane Ann and Nat: Have you asked Cherisett about her passe hens? omehody: You have not given up,| ve you, guessing initials? Don't give with best wishes to all from PAPA’'S BOY. Leonard Bridge. HOME PROBLEMS MOST IMPORT- ANT. Dear Editor nds: and Social Corner I was glad to see in the E al Corner last Saturday a tendency | 1o return to problems concerning the | home. While I was interested in the discussion upon woman's rights, 1| cannot but feel that woman's greatest | responsibil and also her greatest opportunity are In the home, at least for those of us who have husbands, sons and daughters. It has been truly said that the homes | are & nation’s stronghold, so it is up to we ag wives and mothers to brinz these hiomes up to the highest standard of | excellence, that the men and women | who go forth from them shall be nobdle, honorable, intelligent, ambitious and rersevering. It is not emough that we ses that ey are properly fed and clothed, for responsibility for their moral de- pment is even greater, and it is direction that we are apt to We little think that the 13 is forming ideas of right iila listening to onr con- h husband or frienl Tg sation always such ag d understand that we are - side of truth and right? { eone has said: “Give me the of a child’s lify and 1 car ot what may come after” I cannot say that, for It seems to me that the period between the ages of fourteen and twenty-one is one upon which depends much of their future| Yet the first seven years are, under ry circumstances, given &almost to the mother and during those years we should make the most | of our opportunities. The child should | be taught not only directly but indi- ly, the difference between right 1d Wrong; to love the truth; to ad- ire the beautiful in nature and to sjoy good literature. in so far as in our power it should saved from sensations of fear, and we should try to develop courage. Nev- (or read or tell stories which excite fear, but choose carefully those which wake much of bravery, courage and u high sense of honor. All these things, united with a moth- cr's love, patience and tact, will do much toward establishing a secure foundation for the character which the hild itself must build. GLENWOOD. HOW INDULGENCE BECOMES RUINOUS. Dear Corner Friends: Recently I rd of the experience of a young rried couple which demonstrates v the over-indulgence of parents in e brings sorrow to others. The young woman in this instance had been indulged in every whim— great and small—since a little child. She grew up with no knowledge what- ever of the value of money. If she spent her allowance recklessly, there Wwas more to be had by asking. She married a young man who was rich in character, but poor in pocket- book. He was a husband to be proud of, but the young wife failed to prize his good qualities, She spent his money (each month’s salary) even more recklessly than she had spent the allowances from her father, It was the husband’s ambition to buy a home, and in order to do this he must put aside each month a part of his salary. Reasoning and pleading could not make the young wife see that she must dress less extravagantly and cease to squander “their income. The climax was réached when one evening the wife presented her hus- band with a Dill amounting to over one hundred dollars for hats and a set of furs, He had not the money with which to pay the bill. He asked that she return the goods. Did she? No, she went to her father's house and tearfully told her tale. “Here's the money to settle the bill, cGaughter,” said her father. “When your husband can't pay your bllis, I wilL” We must not blame the young wife, entirely, for her lack of wisdom. It is at the father's door that the blame li He should have demanded that she return the goods which she had bought and explained the duties of a true wife to her. Furthermore, he should have pointed out to her the good qualities in her husband’'s make-up, which it was her duty to broadéh and uplift, didn’t, Rather he turned a cold shoul- der on the young, ambitious husband end shielded his foolish daughter, who was unfit to be the wife of any man; and it was her own father who had unfitted her for wifehood. Thus, we who are mothers have g great responsibility resting on us in training our daughters and sons to be true men and women; greedy for wealth, never; but striving to bacome rich in character. To Queen Bess I will add s few words. When you write that you never expect to have time for woman’s suf- frage, let me give you a warning to watch out. get on your trail you may change your views, " You know they've started me on the suffrage ladder, and now I'm forbldden to dream any more. “An Anniversary Suggestion” from M. E. M, is something new, and a subject which will bring out the thoughts of each member of the Cor- | ner. You are right, M. E, M,, in sug- gesting that we must not forget “the other class” who are not intercsted in_women's rights. “Be neighborly,” writes Aline, conslder each Corner member a neigh® bor and treat them as such. That's the way 1 feel Welcome, “Frozen,” from Maine! Our greetings are so warm and our handshakes so cordial that surely you will come again. It's an honor to be come a Social Corner worker. How the Social Corner has been helpful to me I will tell some other time. Kind thoughts for each one. A DREAMER. Let' COOKING BAGS AND FIRELESS | COOKERS. Dear Sisters of the Social Corner: As we recently attended a demonstra- tion on cooking food in paper bags, thought 1 would write a few of the necessary conditions and rellable reci- pes, hoping they may prove interest- ing. Paper bag cookery is pre-eminently clean. No dust can reach the article being cooked. The cooking aceom- phshed, the bag can be thrown away or burned up and no dirty dishes to clean. It is also economlical, as there is no shrinkage of meat or flavor; nat- ural flavor 18 retained. I was some- thing of a doubting Thomas until I brought home a package of assorted bags and as I was to have steak for our dinner decided to give it a try, thoroughly greasing the bag on inside with mealted butter, season sparingly with salt and pepper and dust lightly with flour, cooking 12 to 20 minutes, according to size. The heat of oven should not be less than 200 degrees Fahrenhelt and 230 degrees is required for most jol meats, Good fat, aripping: oil or but- ter can be used fo Piace meat inside and cf aper hag with fastener securel out on hot platter, garnish with iwatercress and serve, and you moy be sure we did enjoy our steak. Hubby thinks it bet- ter than planked steak. 1 then selected potatoes, medium sized, and scrubbed thoroughly: make a few slits in skins. but do not peel; put in paper bag with one tablespoon of water and as they take longest to cools-they must go in from 35 to 50 But he | If our suffragette leaders § ! three pleces, sew up seams and strap | warm for five or six hours longer. steaming, stewing, baking, roasting, everything except crisping and toasting, can be done with these boxes in their most improved styles. The fireless cooker will go far tow- ard solving the servant question. Of all the helpers, cooks are the most dif- ficult to get. It is probable that res- taurant keepers will be more and more called upon to grep&rg meals for fam- {lies and send them in the heat-retain- ing boxes in which they were cooked. They are a great convenience, but the paper bags are nice, as no washing of pots, pans need be done. I for one shall use more of the bags and I pre- dict the substitution of this method for the old-tlme pots and pans. CENTENNTAL Massachusetts. CHERISETTE RECOGNIZES A GOOD GUESSER. Social Corner Sisters and Rditor: While I have been absent for the past few weeks, I have enjoyed reading the many interesting letters. Somebody of Lebanon: You hit the nall on the head when guessing initials A. S. I have a relative whose initials are A. M. M, and wasn't you this lady’s daughter? Montville: Give me a clue so I may know you. I am all at sea. ‘What has become of all the Sisters who ' have written from Leonard Bridge? Ready: Has the cold weather put a damper on your writing? It was about ?u one could do to keep the woodbox ull. Spring in all its beauty will soon be here, and all we Sisters will be busy with that dread occupation—house- cleaning. A few timely hints might be accept- able. 2 But I must bid you all good morning, and pursue the daily routine. CHERISETTE. 'SQUARE. Leonard Bridge. RELIEF FOR A BURN. Soclal Corner Sisters: Aunt Jule will be glad to know any of the Social Corner readers outside. I thank you for papers received. I enjoy all the letters and think Mr. Bromley's lines were very nice. If Mother will try common saleratus spread thick over the burn and exclude the alr as soon as possible she will find that the child will soon get relief. If it should be a bad burn, use equal quantities of sweet oil and turpentine. If she finds nothing else at hand, put on a thick covering of flour. For many years my work took me into the sick room. I have been in the homes of the rich as well as the poor. There is no distinction there. In the sick room you will find the real nature. Many lessons are taught there, and one is equal to the other. The soft voice, the gentle touch, the kindly word, all tell in the sick room. Do they love us when we have fin- ished our battle with death? That is easily seen in the eve and the grasp of the hand on parting. When we enter the sick room we go with the knowledge that we will give all that is good in us, and when we leave we have the satisfaction of know- ing we have done our best. You can rely on all that a good nurse will tell you, and in her vou will find {no deception or double dealing. AUNT JULE. Norwich. A LETTER TO SILVERBELL. Dear Silverbell: Where have you | gone? I looked in vain for you last week, but found no trace of you. I am sure you wouldn't care if I told the Social Corner that you were my adopted sister. They might like to know why we correspond so soon. I made an awful mistake the first time I wrote. I signed myself as Blue- bell. I overlooked the other Bluebell. | T sincerely hope she will excuse me. Now, Dear Sister, I must close, hop- ing to hear from you soon. | Best wishes to all Social Corner members. I remain yours, GIRLIE. USES FOR COTTON GOODS PIECES Editor Social Corner: I am going to tell the sisters what they can do with | pleces of cotton goods, print, ging- !ham or muslin, that are left when making dresses, waists, etc. Such pleces accumulate in almost ! every house, and if, like me, the si ters do not like to plece qullts, they may wonder at times what to do with them, I use my pleces now in mak- iing aprons, and make them in this way: Take the front and side gore of a {well fitting skirt pattern, use them to cut a pattern for the aprons, cut- ting it about 20 inches long and round- | ing the corners of the slde gore at| | the bottom. Now cut the apron in| | scams with bias pleces of a contrast- |ing color; use same material as the | straps for a ruffe, 2 1-2 or 8 inches | wide, facing it on with the same, and lalso for the band. Make a pointed | patch pocket of the apron material, {with a ban@.of the trimming across| {the top, and stitch on the right hand | i side, or put one on each side. Such| |aprons made of light print or ging- {bam, and trimmed with dark blue or brown print, make nice housework | aprons, and if made of white or figured | muslin, and trimmed with insertion, | or a solid color muslin, make pretty dressy affairs for afternoon. If there are any remnants large enough, the apron may be cut in one piece, instead of three, using the same pattern, and the ruffle may be omitted, { using a binding and band only of con- trasting color. These little aprons are nice, in that | they set smoothly, like a dress skirt, | and have no gathers at the waist line, | an advantage which those inclined to- | ward stoutness can readily see. CORNFLOWER. THE KEEPING OF PLANTS IN WINTER. Editor Social Corner: I wonder why it is, among the many subjects the ed in Ready's Woodbox Social. I hope recelve go little mention. Almost ev- ery one has them, I am sure, but per- haps not everybody has good luck with them, especially in the winter, Very cold weather is especially hard | on plants, for if they escape absolute destruction by freezing they suffer during the day from overheating and lack of fresh air, and at night often| {rosting the leaves. It is a good | plan on cold mights to put newspapers around and over the plants, making a paper tent for them. This will often ! prevent the loss of many a fine plant. | During the day see that the plants | are not kept where it is too hot, and | that they have plenty of fresh air, which does not blow directly upon them, A plant is as sensitive to a draft as a person is. If you are for- tunate enough to have a south window for vour plants, you may be pretty certain of having good ones, even if ! stop myself I never knew anybody who enjovs winter weather and winter sports as much as Jo Jones. I like skating and coasting well enough, myself, when I can keep warm, but I must say I don't like the cold. Jo fairly revels in it and often wishes she could spend a winter iIn Canada, We have had a great deal of snow this winter and the sleighing and, coasting have been per- fect. Nearly everybody in town has been out, and many of the grown peo- ple have joined our coasting parties. Jo has been right In her element. She and I were going up the street one afternoon, when we saw little Margaret Judd out on the lawn with her sled, She was trying to slide down a little place there, but it was not very satisfactory. However, her mother would not let her go out on the hlll, and she was trying to make the best of what she had. Margaret is a dear child. “You come over back of my house with us, Margaret,” Jo sald, “and I'l! take you sliding there.” The lawn and garden back of the Jonses house slope way down over the brow of a little hill and down to the back garden of the Bigelow place on the other street. It is a gentle slope, but a long one, and when Jo got start- ed she could whiz right down to Miss Bigelow's garden _fence, and might have gone farther if it hadn't been in the way. There was a gate In the fence that she would have opened if she had dared, but she was afraid of Miss Bigelow. We stood rather in awe of her, She lived all alone in that big old Jones's house slope way down over the two old servants. She seldom went out except to church in_ pleasant weather, and Mr. Jamieson, the rector, was the only person who ever called on her. She had been abroad ever since 1 could remember, until last sum- mer, when she came home and opened the house and settled down in it again. The house is a queer old place, built in early colonial fashion, all but one wing that her father added to it. He insisted on having that with a French roof and long windows, even going so far as to quarrel with the architect who told him it was not suitable. Father says he can remember the dis- cussion there was in the town at the time, and that people began then to think that Mr. Bigelow was a trifle more than eccentric. The house was pieced out according to his fancy, and when somebody sald it looked just like crazy patchwork the name stuck, and it has been known ever since as the ‘“patchwork house.” Father says it is filled with fine old furniture that would drive col- lectors wild with envy. He can re- member going there when he was a boy. One of Miss Bigelow's brothers used to come home with his wife and children, and young people to have lively times there. But after her mother died and her father grew so queer there were no more partles. Miss Bigelow's former friends dead, and for years she has not been at home long enough to make any new ones. So she has lived on alone since she came back, with her old furnitnre and her family portraits. always hints at a family ghost, but I think that is one of his jokes. Jo and I always tock a great inferest in the place. When we were little children we vsed to steal through that garden gate and play among the shrubbery. All one summer we kept a lot of our toys in a long arbor there. Jo spoke of it that afternoon as she trudged back up the hill with Mar- garet on her sled; and she laughingly suggested that we go gate again and call on Miss Bigelow. I assured her that I'd love to if I dar- ed, but that I would never have the courage. I'm sure I don't know why we stood so in awe of her, but we did, and we would as soon have thought of going unbidden to call on a queen. The old arbor in the garden was a beautiful sight that day, all draped and crusted with frozen snow, and I thought I would take a picture if it, 80 I ran back to our house for the camera. When I was nearly there I remembered that Fred had used all the film the afternoon before. I kept on, however, and got a sled, for it was rather cold to stand around and watch Jo_and Margaret sliding. Jo was dragging Margaret up the hill when I got back and prepared for a descent. There was a tricky gully under the crust, and I wasn't skillful enough in turning out for it. My sled caught a bit, sawerved, and then went down full tilt, landing with a bump against the fence, which shook from its foundations. “Look out, Bab,” Jo cautioned me. “We don't want to have to pay for a fence, and we will have to if you do that again. Be more careful.” I cast a wary eye around, but no one seemed to be looking, and we started down again. This time I managed to before we reached the fence, but to our amazement and hor- | ror Jo slid on, swinging wide the rick- ety gate and bringing up at the very window of Miss Bigelow’s sitting room. Jo picked herself up, looking around fearfully, with a view to escape But Miss Bigelow appeared at the window and beckoned her to come in. Jo obeyed, and Margaret and I waited at the fence. We knew, of course, that we hadn’t been doing anything wrong, and it was an accldent; but as I said, we stood rather in awe of Miss Bige- low, and I wandered what was coming next. ~ ORIGINAL SOCIAL CORNER STORY By Barbara Dodge there were plenty of Now nearly all of are And father through' the WENT COASTING In a moment a maid came out and called to me that Miss Bigelow wanted us to come in, too. By this time I was only curious to know what she wanted. The woman’s face reassured me that she was not angry. I follow- ed her into the house, through a long hall, and into a big sitting room with | long windows. It was an interesting room, with high bookcases and queer old pictures and round tables that shone like mirrors. On the floor was the queerest carpet covered with mammoth bunches of bright flowers. There was a fire on the hearth, and there before it sat Jo, toasting her toes as comfortably as if she was in the habit of coming every day. Miss Bigelow was so smiling and pleasant that I began to feel that we had been ;ery much mistaken in our estimate of er. “You have been giving me a great deal of amusement, my dears,” she sald. “I was wondering if we couldn’t break the ice and get acquainted, when it broke itself, so to speak. I am glad to have a chance to meet you girls. I have watched you a good many times. I cannot go out much, and my neighbors are all strangers. 1 have been wondering if the old town has changed, for nobody seems to be neighborly any more.” “We are glad to get acquainted with vou,” Jo antwered. “For we used to ]Ga\'f\ such fun playing in your gar- en.” So we went on to tell her about how we used to play there, and the tea par- ties we had under the lilacs. She seemed so interested that' we forgot all about being afraid of her, and be- fore we had talked very long Ilittle + Margaret was cuddled in her-lap, “And you are Edward Dodge's youngest child,” she sald to me. “Lit- tle Ted Dodge. Well, well, I remem- ber him when he was a Httle fellow in dresses. He used to be here a good deal, years ago. Wasn't he a mls- chief! And now you say he has three grown up children. 1 remember see- ing your mother at church, when she came here as a bride. I was home that summer. She looked lovely in a blue silk that matched her eyes. I saw a girl not long ago with those same eyes. I wonder if it was your sister. But she isn't as beautiful as your mother was, She looked just like a flower.” “She does now,” I said. says she doesn't to be our mother.” “It wasn't 50 many years ago,” Miss Bigelow went on. “Let me see, it's only twenty-six or seven.” Jo and I looked at each other. That seemed ages to us. We didn't know what to say. Then I thought of the quaint old things I had heard Miss Bigelow had, and I asked her if she would be willing to show us some of them. “Why, yes, the next time you eome over I will have a fire upstairs,” she said. “In the garret are some chests and trunks of old clothes, and if you are anything like my sisters and I when we were girls you may enjoy dressing up 'n them.” Just then Sarah, one of the servants, came in with a tea trgy and a plate of delicious pound cake, with cookies for Margaret. We had the most delightful visit together, and we almost forgot how time flew. At last it grew so dark that we began to realize that we must go. Miss Bigelow urged us to come again, “I get_so lonely here,” she said. “I like to fiave young people around. I want to get acquainted with my neigh- bors, and it seems easfer to start with you boys and girls. I have watched you going by and wished we could make friends, but T don't know that I should have had the courage to make any advances if Josephine hadn’t come so near sliding into my parlor.” “Indeed, we will come again,"’ we promised. “We have had a delightful time, Miss Bigelow.” “You cannot think how much good it has done me,” she answered. “Per- haps you can help me to find a pleas- ant share in the life here. We used to have such good times in the old house when we were young, and it seems very empty and lonely now.” We said goodbye and hurried home. As I went on down with Margaret It was nearly supper time when I got in. “Where have you been?” mother ask- ed, meeting me in the hall. “Where? You can’t guess. The most unlikely place in the world. I have beed calling on Miss Bigelow.” Mother looked at me. “I hope you didn’t intrude, Barbara,” she said. ‘What took you there?” ‘Jo, s usual” I replled. Then I told her how it happened. ‘I'm going 2gain if you don't object. She is aw- fully nice, mother, not a bit haughty. I think we have ail made 2 mistake in being afraid of her. She is lonely. And I truly think it @14 her good. Her cheeks wers quite pink when we left, and she seemed ever so much younger.” “‘Perhaps it would be a good thing. I have wondered sometimes if we were not a little stiff with her. I don't want her to think people are not glad to welcome her back.” Mother called on Miss Bigelow a fow days after that, and she urzed the Fosters and Mrs. Somers and others to g0, too. Once people got over being afraid of Miss Bigelow, they found her charming, and we have very pleasant times at the “patchwork house,” for all our younger set just love to gather there. We have had more than one jolly impromptu masquerade in the old rooms, and Miss Bigelow seems as Iyounx a8 any of us, while her cheeks are always pink now. “Everyone lock old enough _— ——————— e you can give them only a moderate amount of care, Of one thing be sure, do not overcrowd. One plant having room to develop in is muc® more sat- isfactory than half a dozen crowded, stunted ones. Do not make the mistake of water- ing too freely and frequently. If the soll is kept wet all the time, it will become sour, and the plant will turn vellow. Be sure that the pot has good " drainage, soak thoroughly, when watering, then allow the soil to become dry on top before watering .again. Look at the plants each day, as so take up more water than others, and so need it oftener. A sponge or shower bath each week is helpful. freeing the leaves of dust, so making it possible for the plants to breathe freely. Remember that the leaves are a plant’s lungs. A little soluble fertilizer should be used on the plants occasionally. Use carefully, and only when the plants are growing freely, If plants are troubled with aphisg or lice, a bath in weak soapsuds will free them of the pest. One applica- tion is usually enough. Some special plants need special treatment, but the average house plant will thrive if these conditions are observed. Plants are much like chil- dren, and need the same things to keep healthy—fresh air, even, moder- ate temperature, sunshine, plenty of focd and water, a , warm feet. A F'LOW A SUGGESTION FROM GRANDMA. | Dear Sisters of the Soclal .Corner: It is a long time since I have written, ‘but I trust I am not forgotten. Poor health, together with the sickness and death of a dear friend and. neighbor has caused me to be .a shut-in for some time. 1 have read the letters from the sisters a letter at a time, as I was able, and have become much interest- ed in Ready’s Woodbox Coclal, I hope I will get an invitation: but you need bave no fear that I will break it down, for it would require two of my size to make one the weight of An Qutsid- er. Thanks to Faye Verna's suggestions and advice, my vy is thriving splen- didly now, and seems to have taken a new lease of life. ‘When we have that grand reunion, T will wear a sprig of ivy so you will all know me. \ Why wouldn't it be a good idea to have each one elther wear or bring something that would give some hint of their pen name? For instance— Ready, with her tattin shuftle; Clara of Canterbury, with a loaf of cake; Ma, with a chicken; and so on down the long list. _When I put on my King’s Daughters vin this morning I thought of the So- cial Corner and wondered if there were any of the sisters who wear the little gllver cross. If there is, I would like to hear from them, May this year 1912 be a bright and prosperous one to you all. Norwich. GRANDMA, RAISED DOUGHNUTS, Soctal Corner: lowing recipe: Raised Doughnuts—One cup warm water with 1 veast cake and flour set to rise for a sponge; 1 egg well ten, 1 1-3 cup sugar, 1 teaspoon i s2lt, little nutmeg and cinnamon, 1-2 cup cottelene, melted; 1 cup milk; enough entire wheat flour to mould them and set to rise over night in warm place. When very hight, mould and raise them again. Then cut in small round pleces and when light fry in cottolene; when cold roll them bard in confectioners’ sugar, M. E. T, Please accept fol- A PLEASANT CHAT FROM OLGA. la X Dear Sisters of the Social Corner: letter this week all the way from Maine. shake hands with you on that score; it has been pretty cold down here; ‘but not quite 40 degrees. ‘Write again and tell us something about the country in which you live. Mother: What problem is it that you would like to be Informed on? Just make your wants known and I guess some Cornerite will be able to_help you. Madame’ Tener: T have always thought the Harem Scarem mode of dress much to be to that abominable hobble. Woman at least has in it the freedom of her limbs, Sarah Francis: Your school testing scheme is not a bad onme if it could be arranged. A little r;mw now and then often proves ben ¥ OLGA. SWAMP APPLE VENTURES TO JOIN. Mr. Editor and Social Corner Friends: 1 have long desired to enter your charmed half-circle around the Corner, but fear of that dread mon- ster, the editor's waste basket, re- kindly eliminated the danger by stat- ing he would suffer nothing worse at bis hand than get “pigeonholed.” Su I am venturing in. You all seem such a jolly crowd, and it must be such fun guessing ‘Who's Who, Yet, it's really much more [nteresting not to know the iden- tity of the writers, don't you think? ‘What a lively contingent the Leon- ard Bridge writers are! Hope to join the party on the woodbox, as all have been invited, I learn. I am rather fond of boys, so may I sit beside Papa’s Boy or Billie? Or, better yet—you know it's leap year— mayhap Papa’s Boy would take pity on a lone spinster and come for me in_his automobile! I am wondering who will chaperona the lively company. In my mind’'s eye I see Aunt Jemima and Elizabeth, as they seem to me to be the elder ones. Didn’t I hear one gay there were “sil- ver threads among the gold” and sure- ly Aunt Jemima wears “cap and specs.” Where is the lively Dolly who took such an interest In Leonard Bridge affairs? We are kindred spirits. I, too, like “flummery” things to eat and Like to mess around the kitchen when Ma allows. I have some recipes perhaps she would like in her collection 1 wonder If I am acquainted with any of the Leonard Bridge friends. I have some acqudintances there, Cherisette and her hens make me laugh. Wonder if I have ever seen Jane Ann or Nat drive by, “going to store or somewheres.” Crusoe, Louise, Somebody, and the other Lebanonites, are we neighbors or no? How exciting. Truly as much of a conundrum as “How old is Ann?” A frlend of mine, who is a busy housekeeper—wonder the housekeepers don't exchange ideas as to how they plan their work—gets a few spare moments for the Social Corner and other recreations. The momentous question of suffrage for women, which is stirring the Cor- ner seems rather heavy to my mind for the social elemént. “A few swal- to thing was fl::m of me: To him that hath en, be mere gmlna- great things. are all rejoice her restoration thankful, Frank, not _Incurable. How my symjathy ple who cannot get over. Whe Am Glenwe ur Faye and yuuogg'll'lpulu. 1 have thought of a few things ‘worth knowing. you ever used coffecupfuls, wash and soak over night, have bottom of porcelain kettle well greassd, boil, set back and let coels gently, with cake turner eme® in a while. The reason I use the turmes it loosens it so nicely from bottom. Cook until v ft, salt in to teste, pleces of butter on top the size of an English walnut. Just before helping, stir butter through. This is an excel- lent dish for children; can be eaten witii milk. or warmed up for breakfast. Indeed, it is like the eld man's rabbit, good any old way dut raw! When beating eggs for cake, beat whites first, put spoonful into the volks and beat. To keep lemons fresh, put into a far of water, changing water every few days. To_ preserve rubbers, cut pieces of felt from an old hat and put inside of heels. To keep feet warm, cut soles of heatry brown paper or felt and put in rub- B ers. Parowax and a little granulated su- gar added to starch gives gloss and malkes Ironing easy. Loin pork &ou are delicious brolled. Bee: n't gt lonesome. I wonder if you have passed my house when going on the G. and 8. trolley, or if T have ever run against you in West- erly? Let me know the next time you go by, and I will wave the stars and stripes out the window in your honor. BILLIE. Stoningten. [*The Standard dictionary says it is pronounced Del-hi, with the accent up- on the first syllable. Authorities differ upon most promunciations.—Ed.] MRS. ROBINSON ADDRESSES QUEEN BESS. Editor Social Corner: Queen Bess has touched the tender point of woman suffrage—the cars of the children. She does not meem to know that it is for the sake of the children, born and un- born, that women are clamoring for the vote, We seem to think it is the noblest lows do not make a summer,” nor |self sacrifice to forsake home and go “because a few grasshoppers under |away to China or Japan, or some other & fern make the flelds resound, pray | forelgn country, to teach them our do not imagine that these who make | ways, but when a woman asks to epend the noise are the only inhabitants of | a little of her time to look after the the fleld.” The hue and cry of pres- | things outside of the four walls of her ent times is like thes froth to the | home which must affect the health and milk, and to my mind belittles the | safety of her husband and children, cause, Yet history has shown us that | they immediately become unwomanly woman generally gets what she really | and the hue and cry is that women will wants—and all in good time. ne‘slsc‘tnthdfiu!cz:mes it they are inter- Suffrage will come for the best good | este Dol - 3 —but not because of a few hysterical | Today so-called politics touches ev- women clamoring for it. But it would | éry side of the home. Does not Queen selves and children after us, to be | Bess know that it was because women able to cope with the opportunity | concerned themselves with politics that when the time is ripe. they got the pure food and drug law Some still feel like the good ener- | passed? Every hon&fi paper in go getic New England housekeeper, when | country has given this honor to Mo the subject was broached, who ex-|Women, and when this law was be- claimed: “For the Lord's sakes, if | traved at Washington it was the wom. there is one thing a man can do and | én's clubs all over the country that do alone—do let him."” flooded President Taft and the officlals As I am very fond of wild azaleagl8t Washington with their righteous will sign myself Lebanon. SWAMP APPLE, HOW BILLIE CURES LONESOME- NESS. Sisters of the Social Corner: Re- cently when calling on a friend the question came up about belng lone- some, and those present looked amared when I said I am never lone- some. I told them that my remedy was, when I felt that feeling coming on, I studied the dictionary or ency- clopedia. Looked up not only the meaning of words but the pronuncia- tion. If my accent was the same giv- en, if not, repeating and repeating un- til it became a fixed principle with me. Have you ever noticed that many people say prespiration for perspira- tlon? Have you looked up how the word Delhi is pronounced? I always read it Delhi untll a few days ago, when my attention was called to it, and I looked it up and saw where the pronunciation is *Del-e. Also that John or Mary are rusticating in the city, when it should be more to the purpose to say they are recreating in the city. These books are good to take the conceit out of us, for many times we find out how little we know. This is not what I started out to write about. My text is ingratitude and discontentment. When we get lonely we get out of sorts with our- selves and everything around us. Then we become ungrateful. Have you ever noticed how much of ungratefulness 1s extant? Often I wonder does it pay to put ourselves out to oblige other people when they seem so ungrateful. Not long ago it was told me of a lady entering a public place and seeing a woman leaving and also a handbag on a chair. She picked it up and rush- ed after the woman to deliver the bag, as she thought surely she must have left it. The woman had her arrested, saying the lady had taken a diamond ring from the bag valued at one thou- sand dollars. It was found out later thet the woman had not possessed a diamond ring. Poor dear heart! Thought she was doing some good to benefit another and how ungrateful the other was. During my girlhood days one teacher would tell us daily: Do the little things! In my own estimation that is only all 1 have ever done (only to write to The Bulletin). Really I do not believe I have ever done any grand thing; but I am content to know that I have made someone happier and to know that Janette appreciated my last artiele by saying it was worth a year's subscription to The Bulletin. T just sald some more of my doughballs cast upon the water. T find I am drifting. Speaking of ungratefulness, “This self-same teacher had another text for us, too: To him that hath it shall be given, but to him that hath not it shall be taken away even that which he hath! 1 have a friend who married this teacher. He provided a lovely home for her. Thelr unlon was biessed by several children. Some grew to man- hood and womanhood. He was a lov- ing husband and a most exemplary man in every way. “Mamma s not feeling well and must take a trip.” Consequently Mamma was sent south for the winter. In summer it was to the lakes or seashore. Indeed, Mamma was not at home much and this thing grew on her, wanting to be in someone else’s house under some other vine and fig tres, un- til she did not care to stay at home. She really was not satisfied. Papa became a perfect bore to her presence. Truly she did not appreciate what she held in her hand. Finally she became very ill. In the meantime he was taken ill and passed on. She was in such a state she conld rotests. I know, for I am on the board of the state federation of women's clubs, What one thing affects your home and children more than pure foods and drugs? Please remember in future when you talk about women meddling in pelitics that it was women who did meddle in politics that got this law to protect your children and your hueband, who must eat to live. There are thousands of women weep= ing today because their bables are sleeping beneath the sod. They might be living, filllng the home with merry laughter, if their mothers had Inter- ested themselves with more things—the vital things outside the home—pure milk, clean streets, etc. Is 1t not the bustness of women to know if the tenement which houses her family is stnitary? Is it not her business to know whether the streets where her children are playing are dirty and fly-breeding? Is it not her duty to know whether the shops where she purchases her meats and milk and foods are clean and sanitary? Men are driven with stress of business al- most to the breaking point. Why should not thelr women folk come to their help in looking after all these things which 8o vitally concern the home? There is only one way of effectually doing it, and tg‘t is to have the power which lles in the vote, to enforce laws as well as make them. We women who for years have been working along these lines have come to know how much of thoh;d precious tl:rl;a and en; ergy is wasts because ey canno enforce thelr wishes through the bal- lot. It {s mot woman's fault that all these thi are entrenched in politics —men made politics what they are. It is for women now to step forward and purify polities—for the ety of the home. TUntil they do babies must con- tinue to die and women must continus to weep. God does not work miracles in these days. He has opened to women intellectual opportunities. If they con- tinue to shut their eyes and ears, re- fuse to use their reason, God will let them continue to reap as they sow. Queen Bess, you may spend your time in teaching your boys not to smoke, but they will go out into the streets and perhaps be enticed into that saloon, and before you know it they have had thelr cigarette and their first glass of beer. If you had voted, that open way of temptation might not have been there. Think about It Befors I was married T had a fres night school in my own home for six years, in which my prohibition father and suffrage mother took great inter- est, and I know what temptations beset boys and girls as soon as they go out- side the four walls that we cail home. Bless you, Queen Beas, don't you know that home is not just the house vou live in? The home is the mother eart and that goes wherever the feet of her children must go—in the street, in the school, everywhere, though many mothers do mnot trouble themselves to know about the schools! Evi is left to the overwucked men. If it were true that women did not have time T would not say anything; but it 18 not true. Women spend more cards, tennis, af. ternoon teas, duf shows, el would be needed in preparing them- selves for voting Intelligently. Look at the trashy movele women are reading! How much better If they spent some of that time reading up on legislation that affects thelr home life. It 1s polities, it is true, politics rules the world. There are good bad polltl:‘-.m:‘r\u nhduu‘ in the “‘;; ernment borough, the town, state and the nation. Who should be more interested in it than the mothers of the children? - MARINDA C. B, ROBINSON. Emflmm—m r at Lake Po- f;"’fim"‘ > wmmfi: 1C] 3 of o8 pe