Norwich Bulletin Newspaper, February 17, 1912, Page 11

EVERY. WOMAN’S OPPORTU'NITY. The Bulletin wants good home letters, good biisiness leiters; good help- ful letters of any kind’the mind may suggest. Tihey should be in hand by Wednesday of each week. Write on but one side »f the paper. Address, SOCIAL CORNER EDITQR, Bullatiz Cfice, Norwick, Conn. THREE PRIZES MONTHLY: third. Award made the last Saturday POETRY. Under the Willow. nder the willow she's laid with care, Sang a lone mother nder the willow, with golden hair, My little one's quietly sleeping. CHORUS: Fair, fair, and golden hair, % Sang a lone maoather while weeping. Fair, fair and golden hair, 2 Under the willow she’s sleeping. U'nder the willow no songs are heard, Near where my darling lies)dream- ing. Nought bu: the voice of some far-off rd, Where life and its beaming. T'nder the willow by night and day, Sorrowing ever 1 ponder. Jree from its shadowy, gloomy ray, Ah! never agmin can she wander. ‘nder the willow I breathe a prayer, Longing to linger forever, 4 Near to my angel with golden hair, In lands where there¢’s sorrowing never, HENRY C. WORK.— Sent in by “Balsam Fir." ANSWERS TO CORRESPONDENTS. EJIZABL‘I‘H:TM card was for- warded to Ready. Thanks for the song, “Under the Willow,” for Mont- ille. alsam Fir” sent in first copy with teh of the author, for which, we are under special obligations to herx SHUT-IN—Thanks for Reminis- cenca of 250th Anniversary Celebration of Norwich in which you participated. May thers never be a cloud in your Jife that you do not see the silver lining. That may be just as goud as seeing the road. CENTENNIAL SQUARE—The Cor- ner is indebted to you as the instruc- tor in “Paper Dag Cookery” and the “Fireless Cooker,” and your excellent work 1s fully appreciated by the edi- lor. MONTVILLE—For responses to re- guests and exchanges of courtesies, Corner sisters cannot be excelled. We use “Under the Willow” as the Social Corner poem this week. BILJIJE—Beg your pardon. a mistake. AUNT JULE—Keeping the Cormer within the office rules and within do- limits 1= ofif;l trying to the m but. he has conform if his Dleeds. This accounts for the mnn of some letters and radi- ?; chapges in others, which the sis- 'ers 4o not understand and are puz- zled over. JOHN—So you are surprised by Mrs. Robinser’s ability and convincing ar- ments. You need not be. Woman ‘a8 never T besn emancipated, vet; and only the few of both sexes are allve to it. Be sure and read her lstter this week, ANTI-SUFFRAGETTE — You are welcoma. Come right in. There is nothing which ennobles the human be- ing more than to be able to agree to dicagree and at the same time ablde in peace. Self-control is & master ac- complishmeat. CHERISETTE-Mrs. A. D. Box 60, Taftville is anxious to get a Awastika pattern for bedquilt, or di- reotion as to where an easy sewing mackine . paitern may be obtained. THE SOCIAL CORNER PIGEON- HOLE is bukzing with good flfim BliMe, Oiga, Plnk Rose and are walting theére for release. week they will ind their places, It was Vext THE PROGRSSIVE HOME, Edttar of the Social Corner: I regret o seq that some of the members of the Social Corner’ ars so entrenched in thefr prejudices that they cannot even courteously tolerate the views ~of te. he Social Corner is not simply for their profit and pleasure, but to meet the needs of all—eo I understand. "oman's suffrage is one of the most vital current events of this twentieth century, and the Social Corner would not de livimg up to ita privileges if {t rejectad it. Rvery member is bound to witness to the trith as they see it. It was for this Christ died. We are not better than our Leuder, so we suffragists are not disturbed by the epithetg of hys- terical women. Why should we bhe? Ars we not surrounded by the spivits those saints who bave gone before— w're the martyrs in the weman cause—Julia Ward Howe, ‘Hh’o&h Cady Stanton, Mary A. Idiv- ermore, Lucy Btone, who were such in- comparable mothess that T doubt if any of our objectors can ever equal them. Ther might with profit study their ilves and walk in their footsteps. Then thers were those sweet, strong old maids—God did blegs them— Rnsan B. Anthonv, Frances Willard, Mara Barton, and hosts of others, Then, too, there was a long line of emfnent men, chivalrous souls, Abra- bam kincoln, Bmerson, Longfeliow, Whittier, Wendell Philllps, etc. Today a llving army of noble, trus, devotad mothers are giving strength, timae and money to widi Wi n's world and méke the ¢ ed straight, not simply for their chiid biit for all chiliren and women lm favored than they are. It is an in- spiration to be one of this army-—even though It ig a very humble position ona may oceupy. . 1 feel very confident if the members of the Social Corner who think us a pack of hysterical women kunew per- sonally thess wopien and could spemd a few hours in their charmiug homes, whers they are adored by thalr hus- hands and chfidren, they would go on thelr knees In hunmilMation. There are 80 many sides to this questien. which Bwamp Appie will recognize when she has been out of the swamp long enough. She mu-t know that when Lucy Stone took u her cross to improve the conditions women in-Massachusetts, uld not hold property 1( mflzx vo their own wages; had no Pwht to their own dmdrnn ou mohor who plume yourselves upon caring onl) y_for your h‘.fl owe St o Ctl%{; ’fr while weeping..| J pleasures are | | nobie $250 1o first; $1.50 to second: $1.00 to in each mantk, ~ right of equal guardianship with your 1 brusbands of your children, and it was v thele pioneers in woman_suf- The same narrow, selfish course of reasoning s used against these women by Wwomen and men of their generation that is used today. History | repeats itselil. i It is profiable to study history, and we women need to do a lot of thinking while we read. Just look back, Swamp Apple, to le than a century ago— 1837—girls «only went to school in the | summer, and that only in some towns. | Lucy Stone dared not let anyone know that she studied lLatin—so great was the prejudice among even women against any special education. Votes | for women is mot half as much of an innovation as was the educational in- \nu\atwn of those days—wiien women | and even children were ‘hung as witches. Fifty thousand women have graduat- el from ohllege in late years. Fvery step of progress for women has been made over thorny paths for some womens' feet—y and men, too, have trod the samm path—for only as men wlien in knowiedge and goodness do women gain fresh rights. '"They all have to come to us through the help of men, and thé world is full of | ebtained omly after 50 years of strug- ! gle é’ them. It was a man's money that “founded ‘Vassar college, which opened in 1865 with 40 students and this last year had somfething like a thousand. How was the first woman's club formed? It was when Charles Dickens came to this country and the New York press gave him a'dinner. There were women who then did press work and were excluded hecause they were women, and these women said: “We will have a club!"” and Sorosis was born. What 2 storm it ralsed! "It would ruin the home"” was the cry, far and wide. The home is sweeter and nobler for it. There are now more than $00,000 clubwomen. Let me give my anti-suffrage Social Corner friends, for we must be friends, the pictures of two homes that I know of. In one was the mother, a club- woman, with two sons, 14 and 16. A guest at dirner gave me this picture, which is too common: A beautifully | appointed house, the dinner table was exquisite with its cut glass, silver and linens. At one end sat’ the father Jooking over the evening paper be- tween courses; at the other the wife and mother; at the right of the father the elder son; at the right of the mother the vounger. During the meal | the younger asked his father about wirelesa telegraphy. He told him he was too voung te understand, and went on with his paper. The boy turned to his mother. She explained it | so simply and intelligently that the father lowered his paper and gazed at his wife in astonishment and said: “Why, mother, where did you learn so much?” 'She replied: “At the ciub.” The boy looked at his father and said triumphantly: “Mother knows everything.” Tt was a happy moment for that mother who had been wise enough to recognize that a mother must know in these days many things beside fixing up fancy dishes which have ruined many a stomach. The other home: The mother brewed and baked, scrubbed and fussed over her children from morn until night; no time to go to a club, or even to keep up with the daily papers. Her boy came home with odor of cigarettes about him. The ' mother questioned him and found he was acquiring the habit and when she reproved this lad of 14 he said scornfully: “Mother, you don't know; go ahywhere.” ‘She sat long irto the small hours of the night reviewing how she spent those 14 years that her boy had been approaching the crisis of his life, and too late she saw her mistake. Yes, she had been a devo'ed, loving mother, but a narrow, ‘ignorint one. She did not know—she had nol kept pace with her boy or her husband, either, for he, too, went out evenings to tis club—for mental relaxation—which he might have found at home, if she had read more and scrubbed less. My own blessed mother reared seven children, of which T was the youngest. She never went to bed nntil she had read carefully the daily papers; and I have heard my brothers say: “Y would rather hear my mother talk politics than any man I know.” I cannot remamber Sf my father ever spending an evening away from home uniess my mother went with him e home where the mother keaps pas with the intellectnal life of the | world, or the progress of the world, is the home that holds the husband and children. Woman suffrags has come te stay and our high s~hool boys and girls are debating it aH oves the country, and woa to the mother who finds it heavy reading—when she finds it in the So- cial Corner some her boy say: “But, mether, you do not kno®,” and her heart will quiver. “Eternal progress moves oa— From state to state the spirit steps.” Lot us help each other 'to step courageously and intelligently onward, with an open, receptive mind. If there is any one thing that T thank Ged for more than another it ix that T had a mother who thought and “read and | you mever had and stepped from “state to state”—lifting ue with her. MA] BUTLER ROBINSON. NAT 18 ON THE OTHER S{DE THE FENCE. Dear Bdftor and Friends: When 1 smwow that there south meadow lot I ‘lows to be middlin’ keerful how 1 # around—if I dor't, I'm sure to wal plum Into a hornets’ nest. 'W-e-e-11, it 'pears like I didn't mtep koerml enough when dealing with that ther suffrage question and stepped smack into a full-grown nest. ‘W-e-1l, I sort of had my eves open, Nathaniel never shirks his duty 1f there is a hornets’ pest in the path. Bome of thcu rights’ wimmen hit put it on,” and seems ltke it fits some folks pretty near night. Now, ] tells Jane Ann, says I, you going to get me argufving with olke. Niver seen no m‘mumm.fl-, NORWICH BULLETIN, SATURDAY, FEBRUARY 17, 1912 ORIGINAL SOCIAL CORNER STORY By Aline It was such a beautiful moonlight evening, calm, and not too cold, that all the members of the Corner Grange had ventured out. The hall was well filled, ‘for besides all the members, old and new, there were many others (who were think- ing of joining) as it was'an open meet- Ing, and also an address was expected from the Editor. ’ The_older ladies were busy spread- ing the tables, and disposing upon them the dainties brought by each member. “C. of C.,” brought a big basket, well filled, Louise brought pies and puddinrgs, “L. H, R.” some delicious, flaky, huckleberry pies. Jim came early, bringing an enor- mous, 'old-fashioned pumpkin -pie, baked, as they used to bake them, in a big dripping-pan. marked, “was for Nat's benefit.” “Dew tell,” said Nat. “I'm right hungry and faint-like. 'Pears to me a piece of that 'ere pie would hearten me up wonderfuily.” Some one remarked on the extrava- gance of vaing so many eggs in a pie, whereat another suggested that maybe “they might be cased eggs, and come cheap,” which Jim indlgnanuy de- nied. It would take too long to Lell of all the good (hings, for each’ sister broughy disnes made from her own “That,” Jim/ re- especial pet recipes, and someone said | there was so much rich food there, that everyone present wouid have d\s- pepsin for a month, Over in one corner was a group of those musically Inclined, trying to make up a quartette, Jim volunteered for tenor; Billie for bass: the soprano and alto were at last satisfactorily filled, while the rest formed the chorus® Louise played, of course, I saw Ma having an animated dis- cussion with others interested, on the cark and feeding of hens, and moved nearer to listen. Just then gne of the quartette asked what songs the company preferred, and Ma responded, saying she “liked most any kind of music, but the song she liked best of all’ was that of the laying hen.” Some others agreed with her, and I couldn’t help teliing her that I al- ways wanted to kiss the dear young pullets when they lay their first eggs, Sweet Lavender's twins were cry- | ing loudly for supper, so all adjoumed { to_the tables, ‘When the goodies had been thor- oughly sampled the guartette began the eniertainment by singing “Banish That Frown.” Swoet Sixteen and Silver Bell re- cited chojee selections. Potlatoh gave a description of her | home on the Pacific coast, and Shut- 5 In read a posm on Patience. i Then the Kdflor made an excellent { address. * In closing he complimented the company on its remarkable growth and also ou the spirit of friendliness and good will which prevailed. Many regrets were expressed at the absence of M. Roena, Frank, Glen- wood, A Dreamer, Faye Verna, Ready, and other oid Corner favorites, The company broke up after singing “Home, 8wee” Home.” But before go- ing, it was announced the*young folks had planned a straw ride to Colches- ter, Where they would have an “Old Folks' Concert.” As Rural Dellvery was the leading spirit in the under- | taking, perhaps he will sometime tell ue how the plan was successtully car- ried out. ”: way. They allers talk right 'round in a circle, and when you think you got the thing all clinched, I'll be switched if you aln’t jest where you started from. Yes, sir-ed. 1 sort of laid out to lat the Corner know jest where I stands on “rights,” and that setiles the question as far as 1 am consarned. Y-e-s, ‘I know Carlyle says how Mis' Robinson and “Wise men some- times change their minds,, and fools never.” Howsomever, when Nathan- iel makes up his mind, it’s sot right there. 1 vum, I was tickled to think Jane Ann was starved. Well, now— you jest ought to see her and them kids store away victuals. “Shoo, now,” says I to Jane Ann, “Guess folke don't know Nat joined the Grange twenty-odd vears ago”; and say, Jane Ann belongs to a club of ten. I bet a nail to a fishhook she ain’t afraid to speak in meeting, nei- ther. Yes, 1 remds the paper enough to see it looks like “rights” wimmen rheant to hack down that there pole with a Carrie Nation hatch- et. Now, I think a hull lot of Uncle Sam. Think he is a right proper old gent—does things right on the square. It's jest like him when he gits time to think cn't sum— wimmen that pole—but ‘twon’t do to rile him. N -ge, Says I, Ann, Nathaniel may be ‘a hundre majybe a hundred and fifty—what's a few-odd years more or less; but he knows what's proper for the wimmen folks in his family, every time; and You ain't going to pester Uncle Sam for tnat there pole, you nor Abby Jane nuther. Lest time I seen his photygraf in the paper hs was pretty nigh skin and bones—most likely from working overtime., Course, Sam puts that thers pole on a wafter (so to speak) and hands it to you with his respects, or some such onto | it—'twouldn't be perlite not to say, Thaunk ye! But ye shan't hector him for it, “Main’t seemly. Na-o-w, Mis' Robinson, vou rattle off information like a department re- port and Daboll's almanac. Do pretty middling fur a woman; but I'm on one ' ride of the fence—you on tuther—I shan't never sit on the fence, nor jump over. Let’s shake hands through the fence. Queen Bess: You put the hull thing right in a nutsheil, Ready: Seams like you suthin like .a trapped woodchuck. Cherisette: 1 tell Jane, I guess as how I'll see if I can’t swap a setting of eggs with you. Say, now, you could have knocked me right down with a feather wken 1 opened that there paper a spell ago end seen Jane Ann's letter right up to head of :h; page— | purt as a banty rooster. Spellin’ right up to the handle, too, (I don't see no sense in spelling, any how; Allers spel! right out of my head.) Jane's dreadful proud; ‘spose likely John Henry helped ber sum-—he is a rigint smart youngster—(sort of takes arter his pa). Well, 'twas ali right. You see just how *tiz—she had a little money I'd gin her. Allers makes a womarn dreadful independent to gin um money! Jim: When I read about that there hen, says I. ‘“Jane Anmn, that there Cropple Crown ain't no new breed of hens—just 4 nickname for a hen he's took a notion tew,” and, says I: “If 1 was a parscn I could preach a hull sermon frem that there text, ‘Keeping her fur the good she'd dome.” But Jim's a big-hearted feller, and ha ain't no nutmeg-Yankee, nuther, if he was & full-blood Yank he'd sell the shoes right off hig feet, if he got his price, If he knowed the§ was the only ‘tarnal shoes he'd got but what pinched his corns terrific! »1 was all fired disappointed to find you didn't like dricd-apple pie. Now, Jim, seems like a feller wa'm’t brought up proper that don't like ug. Now,.let me tell you how marm did the trick: First place, long September, she’d pare some best windfall greanings to be got, and when we had a sunny spell she'd get um ready and spread oven drying for her). When dry she put um in clean paper bags on top of the buttery shelf. Now. long toward epring comes a time when mince ain't quite so tasty a8 'twas, and even punkin pie is a lit- tle off. Then, says I, down comes them dried apples. Marm, she takes a couple handfuls,” puts um in a big yeller bowl, washes um good and plenty-—then covers with warim water—set on stove shelf over night; next day cooks um slow till done. Now comes the trick—she has some whopping deep plates ready; then she takes that ere apple, slaps in some butter, leetle nutmeg, salt, sugar—not too much—then has an orange round handy, and chops some of that there peeling fine, and throws that in 'bout half to a ple. It don’t do a mite of harm to slop in the juice of that there orange, tool When she comes to top, #she sort of remembers all she's put in that ple, and scrimps us a leetle to make up, only slaps on a few pleces of crust like she's making a chicken coop. Now, when you get outside a pieas of that pie, 'twill make you glad you was born. Jest try it and see, Jimn. No, I ain’t had the grip, nor nethin’ ketchin'—got -njgh tuokered out, and has to set by the fire a spell, I reck- on, with rhe iz—had it powerful, Yours truty, NAT, PAPER IAcG OOOKERV. Dear Social Cemar Sisters: Paper bag eookery is satisfactory ‘hen ap- });:ed to fl;wt in site small ints of chi (easiar o o to right up and gin the| vears behind the times, | if Uncle | must feel | um on clean | cloths on piazzy roof—south side (no | pudding are fairiy satisfactory. In dealing with these, :lip the pudding on a greas>d fireproof china dish and en- close in bag. Do not attempt to fry or cook spa- ghetti, macaroni, soup or broths in these bags, for it cannof be dome sat- istactorily. Select the size bag which will con- veniently hold the food intended to be | cooked in it. It must not be too large or too small. Be sure to apply grease with a brush with shellacked bristles— these do no* drop out. When once the food has been placed in bag. fold the end (the opening) several times and fasten with one or more paper wire clips, so as to hermetically seal the bag. 1t is a good plan to fold the corners at the bottom of the bag to | insure against leakage: and I advise folding the top corners, as well as the bottom corners, before folding top edge twice. Be careful in folding not to ouwk the bag hy creasing unnecessari- Place the food in: the bag so that the long seam of the bag is cr: upper side. See that the oven in which the food is cooked is well heated. If a gas heated oven ig vsed it should be lighted at least ten minutes before. The average oven heat should not be less than 208 degrees Fahrenheit and not more than 300 degrees. If bags are used at too high a tem- perature they wiil char cuickly and render it almost impossible o extract them from the oven If a thermometer is unavailable, use the following test for oven's tempera- ture: If flour or paper turns light brown quickly in.tho oven, the temper- ature is correct for cooking. After the first 15 or 20 minutes the heat of oven musi be slightly relacel. The paper bag when filled and ready for cooking must be placed in the oven on a so- called grid shelf, such as is usually found in gas cooking stoves, but in the coal heate 1 stoves 182 a wire grid; put this on the shelf and place the bag containing food on it. Never put the bag on a solid shelf: the air must 1 free to circulate ail 2round the bag. if this condition is not fulfilled the bag | will explode. ~ A ‘nrv)i]nr, toaster or wire | cake ccoler can he used vith good re- sults. The average time when food should be tender and cooked: Fish (flat). 15 minutes to the pound. Meat (beef and mutton), 20 minutes to the poand. Meat (veal and pork). 25 the pound. Meat stews, 45 to 60 minutes. Vegetable stews, about 30 minutes. minutes tn Kidney and liver (sliced), 8 min- utes. Sausage, about 10 minutes. Bacon (sliced), about 10 minutes. K Potatoes and carrots (sliced), 25 to , 30_minutes. | Eggs, about 6 miautes. Opea door of gas oven very cm'afu'l\' (as Yyet of gas m:ght ignite paper bag. | In taking the bag out of oven, take in | the left haad a flat board, tin or plate and slide the bag gently on top o! this with the right hand. If this is done carefully there is little danger of the bas hreuung pen tHe bag from ton when ready to take out the contents. If the bag should suddenly efther place it at once im another bag or fold over the part around the weak spot and clip in two or three places. Do not tum bags while ccoking. There will be no necessity for this if heat is maintained correctly., Use a hatpin or knitting needle if necessary to the peace of mind to probe the fcod s0 as to make certein that the com- tents are cooked before removing from bag. Tood will brown if unnecessary wa- ter is not added. Puncturing the bag when the cooking {s nearly finished will produce the much to be desired brown color. The browning should take place without this extra attention. If any other questions are asked, T will gladly answer. CENTENN Readville, Mass. NTAL SQUARE: TO KEEP VEGETABLES FROM FREEZING. | { iR i ! Dear Sisterd§yof the Sccial Correr: | A tried trick for freesziag weather and a simple one: T always save my old | salt when the pcrk barrel is cleaned out for new pork, and the weather is iike last Saturday night. Throw the old salt freely over my potatoes :and all perishable stuff, cover lightly with burlap bags and they never, freeze. A Jarge box with a smaller one in- side, and sal: and sawdust put between the two boxes, will keep preseérves. Coler with a double newspaper with salt between the two papers. A _greeting to our nice editor, and | 811 _Socjal Corner writers. Yantie, JE T SHUT-IN SEES NO PASSERS-BY. Mr. Bditor and Sisters of the Cor-. ner: The editor printed a poem called “Shut-In” Now, I being a shut-tn‘and I know that there are other Shut-Ins in the Corner as well a& myself (Sis- ter Frank may live in the village, but 1 don't), I live out on a farm and no one passes my &6or or windows unless they come in, as there is no road passing by our house; and I have known what it is to be lonesome, when, day in and day out, no one has passed by our windows. But now I am be- ginning to gain in health, I don’t mind so much the lonesomeness, as I can work it off one way or another. I one can work they don’t feel lonesome; - if one can't, the days are long, in- @ed, to one who suffers pain. Now, the %odpl Corner friends come into my home and life and have helped to while away many a lonely day in such weather as ve have had the last two months. Ore deing in the country ‘doesn’t get many callers. Now, sisl 1 tht er edi- leak, | | :nake the Corner the pleasantest page in the whole paper. As M. C. M, says: “If we have a grievance let it be known,” My only . grievarce is, we don’t have the Social Corner ofte enough. “Long live the Corner God Dbless cur editor. comiing year bring happiness into all] the sisters’ homes, 18 my wish for the vear for our Corner. Polly Peppermint: ' Your story was good, only the poor minister was three years behind hand and two days be- fore hand—pretty good! Thanks, dear editor, for vour posm. SHUT-IN. North Stonington. RECIPES FROM CLARA OF GAN- TERBURY. Dear Editor and Social Corner Sis- ters: Herewith I send a few tested recipes: Szur Milk Caka—One cup sugar, one and a half cups sour milk, one-haif cup butter, one teaspoon soda, nutmeg, cinnamon, cloves, raisins and currants, two and a half cups fiour, This is a very good cake Spice Cake—Two cups sugar, one cup molasses, one and a half cups but- ter, one cup sour milk, two tablespoons urmarnan one tablespoon clove, five €ggs, two nutmegs, 1 pound ratsins, five cups flour, one lerge tesspoon soda, one-half pound currauts, one-hal? pound citron if wanted rich. Blue Bell of Scotland: I think you are right on our representatives. T live right near one of the representatives In this town. They'go to Hartford and take auto rides and don't know any- thing about the laws that are made. Cora of Norwich: I think if that child was mine he would nind me. not other folks. Whan he becomes oider he will not mind anybody. I am glad Frank of Moosup has got so she can Wriie a few lines. It makes tze Socinl Correr look good to ses all the page covered iIn recipes and letters from the Social Corner Sis- ters. ‘With all good wishes to the Sisters, CLARA OF CANTERBURY. South Canterbry AUNTY'S JOURNEY CAKE AND BROWN BREAD. Dear Editor and Sisters: 1 wish to correct my mistake in my last letter. Instead of Roena, who is nearly al- ways on hand with her letters, I am looking for Theoda of Willimantic. T feel like saying “Where, Oh, where has my sister gone?” Dreame: I think ,\'m\ deserve the prize for giving 8o many helpful points in the Secia] Corner. Becey of Maine: you to our circle, but I think you will soon see and feel, while you enjoy reading the letrers, that you will en- joy writing some yourself. There is a charm we can’t explain. I will give my recipe for making Journey Cake to fry on the griddle: Journey Cake: Two cups of white or vellow cormmneal, one tablespson su- BAr, one isaspoon salt, use bolling wa- ter to scald good; then add quarter cup coid mllk, one toblespoon flour; beat well: have the griddle hot; grease well; drop in patties: cook about 20 minutes. When brown on one side, turn over and brown ihe other side. This will make one griddle full. Brown Bread: One cup of cornmeal, one cup of rye meal, half cup of flour, half cup molasses, one teaspoon salt, one heaping teaspoon soda,enough cold water to make a batter to drop easily | from the spoon: fill a well greased coffee can two-thirds full, and bake one hour in & moderate oven, or steam two hours. Welcoming the new members, and wishing the 0ld members success, I am still AUNTY. Willimantie. A JOHNNY CAKE FOR BECCY. Dear Editor and Sisters of Social Corher: Beccy—I saw vour request for a johnny cake, so will send you mine. Would have seni it right away, but thought some of the older sisters would answer, aud I am not much of a writer, so let it go. Is this what you want? Johnny Cake—One cup yellow corn- meal, one cup flour, half teaspoon salt, two teaspoons bhaking powder; well, wet with milk, just thin enough to spread easily. They are delicious. Johnny Cake to Bake on Spider— Take two {ablespoons of butter, put in frving pan on back of stove; let melt slowly: mix one cup flour, one cup cornmeal, half cup sugar, half tea- spoon salt; add one cup milk; mix quickly; break in .one egg, beat and add butter in spider; mix quickly and turn in spider: bake in hot oven, same he.at as fir other eake. Can be mixed and baked in 20 minutes. My remedy for burns is butter! Just ‘butter. And it baby falls and you fear there will be a lump, just rub table butter on and there will be no_black and blue spot, and no lumps. Butter will remove one,too, quicker than any- thing I have ever tried. A BACKWOODS MOTHER. ALINE'S METHODS OF PROCED- { URE. Editor Soeial Corner: Was it Cheri- sette who suggested that the sisters exchange ideas in regard to house- cleaning? I'll give my method of Washing Windows, and hope to hear from oth- ers: Wash the woodwork first with warm water and any good laundry soap, and if the glass is very dirty wipe that off also. Then, when dry, take a clean cloth, dampen slightly with kerosene and clean the glass thoroughly with that. Let dry and pol- ish with clean cloth, This I like, as it { makes no dust, as the soaps made for cleaning Go. For Washing Floors usa cold water, | using one tablespoon each of saleratus and sulpho-naphthol to each pafl of water, Cora of Nerwich: Your problem is a hard one. I can think of but two so- lutions—one the power of mental sug- gestion, in whioh I have but little faith; the other is to move, and do It quick. Potlatch: I was interested in your answer to A Mother. A slight burn on the fingers is often effectual in keeping a child away from fire, but there are some that slight burns seem to have no effect on; and these will play with fire or matches even while their hands are still smarting from the burms. Such children, of course, need constant watching, and must never be left alone, and matches must be Lept out of therr reach. 1 have never found reasoming with small children of much use. They reason best through thef feeling, so if told plainly that they must not play with fire, then if they disobey, spank them soundly befqre they have a chance to forget what the spanking is for. They will quite likely keep away from fire afterwards. ALINE, THE AUTHOR OF “UNDER THE wittow. ' Editor Boota] Corner: Montville a for verses to song entitled "Undu- th- Willow,” and I can supply the want and am pleased to be able to do so. I love the song, as it was a favorite of my mother's when I was a child. Henry C. Work was one of our most remarkable song writers; besides com- sing “Under the Wollow,” he. was the author of over seventy songs, mome of the most “Father, Dear Father, Come a temperance song; “Babylons Is Fal- len,” 'linl’m m" “Wake, Nic- mfinmtmn- and And ‘may the |’ T wish to welcome | gested by incidents Most of his W favorite song. be read the many 1 do so love to m-'g cf Interest from all the sisters of -the Social Corner. I have g a number of ths old songs, if am should wish for them. All good wishes to all. BALSAK MR South Wlndhmn, Maine. JUST ‘A CHAT FROM MAINE. Dear Editor and Social Corner Six- ters: 1 will first address Dear Ready: Your speaking of the snowlrift six feet high here makes me think, if you weigh only 92 pounde, you weuld have harder so get out of one three feet deep. I know but thaet would near cover you up; or do you measure a little more? Our sleirh will hold two, and if one is small, can ride very oomlorlnbly, ov I ¢buld hold you in my l{ip. What is & about the wood box? I am interested to find owt, so I can jowm yeu aill Cherisette: We have all warm kearts this way, if we do- -have it & below zero, and pretty lively times as well. Come and join our skating par- ty tonight, or our toboggan slide to- morrow night. . FROBEN. Maine. ANOTHER WELCOME COMER. Dear Wditor and Social Cunev Sis- ters: Will vou welcome another new one into your Corner? Alihough I have been sflent, I havg read the Soclal Corner with great imterest. Ready: 1 see you have been found, al last. I miss your letters very much when you fail to write for a week or two. Cherisette: You and I agree on.lik- ing to plece quilts. I have made sev- eral and I have one made swastika pattern. Frozen from Maine: I enjoy reading vour letters. What a sad fate for little Teddy. 1 think al will be ready to | welcome summer and warmer weath- er. | Peggy Ann, Swamp Apple and Seme- bod: 1 awn wondering who you are. I wish vou would give a clue. Jim: 1 have heard you sing and I know vour daughters. Your letters are always interesting. ’ Papa’s Boy: Will there be room for me at that Flinch party? ‘T enjoy playing very much, Has the date beem ! arranged for that wood box social ’ | Blue Bells of Beotland: Your lettere {ave very Interesting. [ think if - the | srangers read that one on the | problem it will arouse them from i slumbers. With best wishes. i THE MERRY FARMER BOY. Leonard Bridee. A QUICK MEAL BY [ CORA OF NORWIGH. -Dear Editor and Social Corner Sis- ters: 1 grew a whole inch, 'm sure, when upon looking in the Social Cor- ner I read my littie letter and umew that it wasn't confined to the. waste basket. Dear Queeu Bess: | know that we | will be friends: you expressed my owm thoughts so clearly in your last let- ter. My home 18 & very contented and happy one now, but If I left it amd | went out as a suffragette everything | would be changed. ! Wasn’t 1t fine how Daughter got her | dinner, with the larder so low, and with so little time to do it in? makes me think of the time seme friends came in on my aunt's ann!- versary night. T11 teli you sbout it. I called my husband out o the kitchem to see what we could get for refrésh- ments. (I suppose you will think it odd in me callilng my hubdy, se fll have to tell you that he is a very cook himself.) First we hu ug what he had. This being Tuesday, had some canned goods and & few leftovers; among the last.named was some cold mashed potatoes, so T thought croquettes would bde nice. Taking a tablespoonful at a time T shaped them into oblong shapes. dip- ped them into beaten eggs. then imto cracker crumbs, then. hubby dropped { them into deep fat and fried them a colden_brown. While they were frying ? opened 2 can of peas, warmed them through, then put in a cup of milk, Jet that heat, then thickened with;flour, geasoned with butter and salt, Nekt'l opened a can of tunny fish; nflu plek- | ing up fine, T mixed it with cald pota- toes cut verv small and poured a good salad dressing over the whole, . The resuit was a salad that cex{d hardly be told from chicken salad. . Then 1 made very thin three-cerner- ed bread and butter sandwiches, buwt- tering the bread before slicing, so the thin slices would not erumdle. 1 didn't worry about cake, ag T had made two in the morning, both layer cakes. For one I made an ice cream frosting as follows: Cream one tabdle- spoon of butter, three tablespoons of milk, one tablespoon of vanf dered sugar enotigh to spread wi running; be sure there !l a fufl tadle- spoon of vanilla, as that {s the mecret of the ice cream taste; and gaye the other cake a frosting with chocolate, made the same as the other, only add- ing- chocolate and a little less sugar and vanilla. Hubby made the coffee. I fixed each indlividual plate before serving; one croguette with the peas and sauce poured over it; a Jarge help- ing of salad with the sandwiches Siled the plate; it looked very pratty. The brown of the croquette and the gresn peas blended so nice. More wiches, then cake and coffee’ Were passed around, which T am sure, were all enjoyed, as everything dlnppe‘M Hubby and T had a laugh all te our- selves when one guest spoke up and said: “These meat croguettes age fime.” Then another sald: . “How did you manage to wake chicken salad se quick? In fact, ther did tapte just as they | satd. This may seem rather compti- cated, dut it imn’t. I will give vou the menu just as xerved: Croquettes. | Pea Sauce. Tumy Salad. Bread and Butter Bandwiches. Chocolate Cake. Jee Cream Cake Coftee. I hope my letter ian't tee Mmg: I anvone wnuld like the salad drewsing recipe I'll write it: it's fime. : Ready: May I join vour woodbex we.- cial?t Wouldn’t It be nice ¥ we sl could get » pin with Comner Sisters on it for the anniversary in March. CORA OF qum. ELIZABETH MISSES BOLLY.. Dear Hditer and Soaiel Friends: Cold weather and eu‘ufi'h‘;vda‘k’;pt me bu'y amd I have o Corner “ I have the Saturday Hm net fafled in r-dlwmmm week. Occasionally my Bulletin gets and then it seems . t"lut vm fonday. When the Corner was firet ini ed T did not become especially ' fnter- e-ted, as the writers were all strang. e e St tmton an em’ e Now each writer has, become h&l to, me, and seems ltke a . friend. I “rejoice with those W rejoice and Wweep with those who weep.” Nat: Your heart and hnnfi. vp been full, and we are all the fam- ily have been restored to health; and the Faitor informs us we ate hear from your pen. Sister Ready: How is th your way ? Think we will