Norwich Bulletin Newspaper, February 24, 1912, Page 14

DUTY BY HABIT IS TO PLEASURE TURNED EVERY WOMAN'S OFPORTUNITY. The Bulletin wants good home letters, good business leiters; good help- €ul letters of any kind the mind may sugsest. ‘Write on but one side of the paper. Address, SOCIAL CORNER EDITOR, Bulletin Office, Norwlick, Wednesday of each week. They should be in hand by Conn THREE PRIZES MONTHLY: third. PRIZE WINNERS $250 1o first; $1.50 to second; Award made the last Saturday In each montk. $1.00 to FOR FEBRUARY First Prize, $2.50, to Centennial Square of Readville, Mass, for letter upon ‘Papér Bag Cookery.” Second Prize, $1.50, to A Dreamer, for letter upon Help and an Inspiratiol Third Prize, $1.00, to Betsy Burdock of “The Social Corner as a Leonard Bridge, for letter upon “Suetaining Drinks for Invalids.” BOCIAL CORNER POEM. Just as the Sun Went Down. L There in the din and the battles’ roar, Just at the close of day, Wounded and bleeding upon a fleld Two dying soldiers lay ©One held a ringlet of thin gray hair, One held a lock of brown, Bidding each other a last farewell, Just as the sun went down. 1L Qpe thought of mother at home alone, Foeable and old and gray, One of & sweetheart he left In town, Heppy and young and gay. One kissed a ringlet of thin gray hair, One kissed a lock of brown, Bidding farewell to the stars stripes, Just as the sun went down. 1L One knew the joy of a mother's love, One of a sweetheart fair: Thinking of them ihey lay side by side, Breathing a farewell prayer. ©One for his mother so old and gray, One for his love in town, They closed their eyes to earth and skies, Just as the sun went down. —Sent in by BALSAM FIR. ANSWERS TO CORRESPONDENTS. Ready—The souvenir mailed as directed. Blue Beils of Scotland—Have mailed three cards to you of late—two to Scotland, Conn., the third by way of Baltic. Mailed card as directed. Polly Peppermint—Your story of ‘Phyllls¥ Wedding” was set correctly and proof read. A portion was aoci- dentally omitted. Such things happen infrequently. Sorry your good story was marred. Balsam Fir—Thanks for the poetry. Shall use it. It will appeal to many of our readers Billie—We have always recognizel secrets when they were entrusted to 1s; but that one wasn't garbed right, somehow. Of course, we shall use Hannah Flagg Gould's “Footprints in the Sand.”" We were once her newsboy and used to see her almost every day. and cards were She used to it with a little shawl over | hrer shoulders, knitting by the win- dow, a model of domesticity, and with no apparent appreciation of her fame. Jane Ann—Do not feel angry at Mrs. Robinson. We all know Nat isn't a hundred years behind the times, and f Mrs. R should sep Nat she would have a hearty laugh at herself. The humor of the Social Corner is not fully understood by all, and may never be. To Members of the Social Corner— The Soclal Corner this week is filled with good things, and the Social Cor- ner pigeonhole has as many more good letters In it from our best writers awalting opportunity. It does no harm to have a fow good letters on hand for the day of need is sure to come. HARD HITS FROM BILLIE. Dear Bditor and Sisters: Have you ever come across a person who seem- i dissatisfied with his or her home town? Or one who has outgrown it? 1 recently met a young woman who ned that the town of her birth was so dull and quiet and compared to 2 veritable cemetery. That there were no advantages, no positions for oung people. I could not help re- preaching her for the complaint. Very true the town is quiet and dull: but if it were the place of my rth it wovld be so dear to me I would nct find 1it with it, nor al- »w any one else to do so. It would make no difference how gmall, how ob- scure, the place of my birth, I would always uphold it. 1t T had been born in a log hut, set out ir some lonely corn field, I would ilways advocate that there was at least one honest and illustrious man horn in a log cabin, and he was Abra- ham Lincoin. 1 would always main- tain that cabins are unique and heal- hy. T £ It were bullt 80 I could leok ut between the logs and sec daylight. T would say fresh-alr that came in those cracks was good for one, and it all would be dear to me. If by for- te 1 shoula rise in this world 1 srould never forget the rock from whence T was newn, nor the pit from w -enca I war digged. ? pointed out to her that the highest positicns in the schools were occupied * you women who had come from other places, and had literally the plums. There are so many peo- ple fit themselves for good positions; but when it comes to serving thelr own heme town it is not worthy of them in their estimation. They have outgrown i*. as it were. To obtain these positions, one should always re- member that the door of Success has on the one side the word “Pusl and on the other side the word ‘“Pulll™ So that is the way with our lives it ¥ a race to run. I remember during the latter part of the last century someone sald: “In the next century there will be h 2 rush of affairs it will be eith. push or be pushed, If we do not exhibit activily we will be pushed off the earth!” tiave you ever met the person whe < alwaze willing to open the secrel ioseis of his home town and exhibit all e skeletons to strangers’ World it aot be wise of that per- sul e “Observe Lheas things with cute. Uf whom you spesk, to whom soi speak, how and when and where" 1 never conslder it a wise thing to unbozom oneself to strangers, or any one else. Always be ready for fall- ‘ng out day. ‘This very persen, if asked how did this siranger know so much that happsned many years age. wili answer, “I1 do not know.” If thyt ag “he firet Ha that party teld, s demgue weuld cleave 1o the roof of his Bot | mouth, Taking all in all, it is poor business to be engaged in. They seem to forget that “Profound silence is better than words spoken without charity.” 1 often think if God showed His wrath sgainst lving as he did in the days of Ananias, there would be So many people in our streets dead the ambulance would have to come to take thoir carcasses to the morgue for identification. These people do not open their own closets for inspection, hut someone comes along and reads the riot act without fear or favor. If we could only read the mind of the siranger, No doubt he is think- ing 0w, what is wrong with you?” There certainly must be “something dead In the biscuit,” as Pat sald when he wae given a fish cake. Not long ago 1 was reading a story of a tacliurn Swede who was riding with a young lady of a similar nature, After a long period of silence she ask- ed: “What you thinkin I thinking maybe “Yes. T will,” replied the damsel. T'hen another long period of silence, which was also broken by the young lady, who asked: “What yvou thinking now?” “l thinking 1 talk too much,” the young man's reply. Pocr fellow! He soon realized that “Second thoughts are best in many cases.” Thank you, Montvilie, for the cari. That letter will come soon. I have over thirty correspondents, it seems, from Mgeine to Georgla, and the isles of the Pacific. Bee: I live sv near the trolley I can view it from seven different points, and not up in an airship, either. Ready: I must have a seat on that woodbox. T am sure Jim and I can entertain Sweet Sixteen for the spice of lalf an hcur Faye Verna: (lad the sons have recovered, A little bird told me that you have had illness in your family. Glenwocd: If ycu are Faye Verna's sister, you must have come right along from the dear old Buckeye state, To: busy to write very often? Dreemer: 1If you hear of the edi- tor having two black eyes, you may well guess where he got them. That | was intended for his and my secret. Surely he must be a woman. BILLIE. ou marry me.” was SILVER SIXPENCE'S | JOHNNY CAKE. Dear Editor 4 and Social Corner Friends: Wasn't 1 glad to hear from Billie again, my neighbor, but who? I can endorse ali she says about never being lon:some, and I have often said it was because I could always find something to do. In reference to con- sulting the dictionary, I wonder how many think of doing that? Indeed, I think T have seen the nose tilt a bit. While there was no time for that,” rained in childhood to keep near at hand when read- ing or studyving, and it use became such a habit I find myself still going to it as to an old friend, and I think if it was used more in these days there would be a decided improvement in educational line: Grandma suggests our wearing something as s hint of our pen names at that woodbox social reunion (if we | are invited), but 1 think mine would be hard to find in these days. Another one of my early in life accomplish- ments was the making of old fashioned johnny ¢ fried, usually for break- fast, and as there seems to be a call for the kiow how process I will give it, if 1 can, though it is so simple I hardly know how to word it, as the quality of meal and quantity required ;s unknown to me. For myself 1 use ‘or Johnny Cake—One-half cup bolted meal (white). a little salt. scald with poiling water until thoroughly mixed, and a little cold milk to soften but not to pour; fry in little cakes, Wke grid- dles. Of course, the vellow meal, or white, cam be vsed, and they will be just as good, when one gets used 1o the pro- portions, and they are certainly very Sistor Readyr will let me L a at the wondbox sociai? 1 for one car testify the Social Cor- ner is all right, and has been a real help and comfort. It gives one such a comfy feeling to be one among so meany dear loving hearts whose out- spoken Christianity shows that the spirit of Christ dwells among them, which is so far above and bevond all | other graces. Blest be the tie that binds Our hearts in Christian love.” Dear Sister Ready: 17 you will be at the station with that ginzham apron {on_ TNl surely know vou. | _ The Tditor will cross me off if 1 don't stop. SILVER SIXPENCE. | MONTVILLE'S JOHNNYCAKE FOR BECCY. Editor and Social Corner Sisters: T read in the Social Corner that Becey wants a recipe for johnnycake, to be fried on griddle, I send her mine: Griddle Johnnycake -Two cups of yellow or white cornmeal, one large mlxing spoon each of sugar and flour, some salt, and about one-fourth tea- spoon saleratus. Scald all logether with boiling water, then add cold sweet mill enoitgh 1o pat 1t out on griddles, uot oo thin, MONTVILLE. BOY GREETS FARMER'S BOY. PAPA'S MERRY Dear Edilor and Sisters: all. T want to thank Blue &eotlind for her pretty ceived " Merey - Farmer's Hov: Heilo! glad (o geo yorr littie plece in, 1 am First of card [ Am [ brsiler in has aven far five minutes, sure I know you, aithpugh I may wrong. Yes, you can join our Fm&’ game, if you like to; and as it is leap ve# we will ask you to take a ride in_my “sute” when it comes weather. Flizabe ‘Where have you heen this long time? Am gled to hear from you. Keep on writing. Ready: As I was looking over my collection of .postal cards 1 came across yours and I thought how kind of vou to remember me at Christmas. Cherisette: How are those “passe” hens coming on this ccld weather? Haven't we had some pretty cold ‘weather? <hef: Isn't your last initial “L"? ‘Write again as 1 enjoy your letters. Jam: Ilave you forgotien that it is your turn to write to us all? C, H. S. of Mass.. Have you ever vislted at Crystal Hill farm during the summer? ‘T do not know you per- sonally, but have heard of you. Best wishes to all. PAPA'S BOY. JANE ANN’S, SUSPICIONS. Dear Editor and Social Corner Sis- ters: So Mrs. Robinson thinks “Nat is a hundred years behind the times and his wife don't dare say her soul is her own.” She 1s very wuch mistaken, and I am, too, if he does not make as pleasant a home for Jane Ann and the kids as she does for her “hubby,” if she has one. I wouldn't be a bit sur- prised if she was one of “them strong- minded old maids,” 1 must thank one of the Corner sisters who sent me at Christmas a coupon which would be accpted at any millinery establishment in this country as full payment for an up-to-date hat, | on or before Jan. 1st, 1912, It failed to reach me until nearly night Satur- day, Dec. 30. % Nat was laid up with rheumatismy, and John Henry had all the chores to do, so I couldn’t go to the city, I guess I shall have a new hat to wesr with the nice silk dress he got me at the mark down sale, so I will spend my money for the kids. When I said the dress cost more than he got for the “p'rize,” he said “I told you I would get you a new dress if I could get one for a dollar.” Queen Bess: I agree with you. Welcome to Cora, Isabel and An- tique. JANE ANN. GLENWOOD’S GOOD COUNSEL. Dear Social Corner Friends: Time is fiying! In spite of the severe cold of weeks past, today completes two months of our Social Corner in this new year. Truly they have been two profitable months to the thoughtful readers. I must confess I was charm- cd by the picture of the progressive home as portrayed by Mrs. Robinson last week. We mothers of the 20th century need to be thoughtful students of existing conditions, that we may make our influence count in every pos- sible way. ‘While we are studying progressive, up to date questions, let us still bear in mind those two little old fashioned virtues, Courtesy and Kindness, which count for so much in smoothing life's pathway. “The Man Who Talks” once said that the educators had taken from us Cour- tesy, without glving us anything sub- stantlal to take its place. The old- fashioned “Yes, ma‘'am” and “No, sir,” are gone, and we have the simple, curt “Yes” and “No” How much less it grates if we insist upon our children saying “Yes, mamma; “N Mr. Smith.” Then “Please” and “Thank you” seem almost obsolete in spite of the fact that human nature generally responds quicker to a request than to !a command. I really think the trouble is that we mothers leave the teaching of courtesy | to the teachers instead of teaching it ourselves in the home, as we should. Another breach of courtesy often heard from vouthful lips is the re- fefring to an elderly person as “Old Smith.’ This snould not be allowed, but we should Insist upon youth giving Age thoughtful consideration and re- spect. Mothers, let us give an extra thought to the teaching of courtesy and kind- ness to our little ones, for these things will learn when very young, if the; ! we insist upon it. “The cost is but a little, A merry word and smile, The profit, as you soon will find, 1s greatly worth your while; And no one who tries them But soon or later learns \ That “Please,” “Good-morning’'’' and “Thank you,” ° ‘Will bring good returns. GLENWOOD. Salem CCRNFLOWER'S GOOD SUGGES- TIONS. of the Social Corner: To Try this recipe, I think vou ke it: Johnnycake—Two cups buttermilk, 1-2 cup susar, 1 teaspoon salt, 2 level teaspoons soda, dissolved in a little of” the huttermilk. Stir all together until it begins to foam, then add one Sisters scant cup of flour, and 1 1-2 cups of cornmeal: beat until smootn, fry on a hot, well-greased griddle. Fat hot with plenty of butter. . Cherisette: 1 know lots of people who like to piece quilts; but [ do not like to, though 1 haye done it and 1 again. My favorite pattern is the log cebin: there are so many ways to put the squares together. I have four, ©J1 different, and I think there are other ways beside. Have also made patchwork cushion covers and holders, A Holder, made of two squares of ratchwork with an interlining of thick cloth, is nice. I like to have plenty of holders, they soil so easily. A ring sewed to the corner of each makes’it easy to hang them up. Now, I am going to suggest that each sister send descriptions of one or two eesily made handy contriv- ances for which she finds daily use in ber nome. Will {llustrate by telling about two things which I find very handy. 5 . One ls a number of calendars hung in the kitchen. FEach hae a pencil on a long string atiached to It, and each one is for n srecial record, one for work account, one for egg record, etc. The other hangs on the pantry door, s made of a piece of heavy denim, 2 by 8 fest, hemmed, and one end fold- ed over to within € inctes of the other end, stitched at the sides and down the middle. One pocket holds paper bags, the other brown paper. Three brass rings are scwed at the top to hang It by. If liked a small pocket may be stitched on the outside of each of the other large pockets, and used to_held strings, Isabel: I think we all take note of the new writers, remember them, and are glad to have them wrile again. I wish the Maine sisters would tell what town they live in, If any one lives in Windham would llke to write her and ask seme questions about the place. CORNFLOWER. COOKING FOCOD IN PAPER BAGS. Sliced Potatoes—Pecl (wa pounds of potataes aud cut into thick slices and put in greased bag: dredge with a lit- e flour and one teaspoon of parsley chepped fine; close bag and cook minutes; wun on hot dish and season slight'y with salt, Egge on Tomal Fecl a gond sized ipImato, or several, according fo tihe uumber of pesple to he served, cut in slices, sgrikle with salt and pepper and bits of butter, and arrange on a well puttered cooking bag. Break ene agg for each persen and place care- fully en the slices of temato in the hag: seal the bag and place en a Remove the Bag &rem the oven cars. g ‘When the last guest had departed I seized 4 pencil and writing tablet and seated myself in an easy chair near the hearth. It was 11.30 at night, but an uplift story was teasing 1w be transferred from my brain to paper. The tea picnic had proved a great success. I, the hostess, had furnisied Maryland biscuits, pigs in blankets and coffee. Owing to defective planning, the contributlons of the guests were somewhat duplicated, and the menu consisted of pigs in blankets, shrimp Mglle, biscuits, coffee, chocolate fudge, cocoa fudge, Billie's fudge and just plain fudge. However. there were good comradeship and abundant varie- ty in the conversation. One of the sub- jects discussed was “How to Write a Short Story.” Some of the suggestions were: “Begin without preliminaries. Make your characters bounce upon the open- ing page as though shot from a can- mit details.” “Do not be too literal thing to the imagination. “A thrilling ending is indispensa- leave some- No one in this age,” said Jerusha, “feels that he has time, even when reading, for quiet, restful things. We want action; semething doing all the time. The characters must scurry from one incident to another with the nervous, breathless gait which is char- acteristic of the woman who is stfiving to manage ‘her husbend and his bus ness, and her household and her chil- dren. teach a class in the Sunday school, run a department of the La- dies’ Aid society, belong to six clubs d _dabble in politics. “The kind most in vogue,” remarked Celeste, “is the uplift story. One which will strengthen and ennoble character. She who would write an uplift story must lead an uplifted life. Be kind in thought and deed, magnanimous, tem- perate. . . " Celeste asked for her fourth cup of coffee, and someone changed the sub- ject. : As I finished reviewing the festivity a strange lethargy crept over me. It must be conquered by action. With nervous haste I began my story: The engagement of Samuel Brown and Clarissa Green, who lived on ad- joining farms on the outskirts of the viliage of Dobson's Corners, had just been announced. Samuel was tall, cadaverous and stoop-shouldered, with carroty red hair, faded blue eyes and unfading freckles. Beneath this unattractive ex- terior were a keen mind, an affection- ate disposition and an artistic temper- ament Clarissa was as slender and graceful as a white birch tree. Her complexion was like trafling srbutus or wood anenomes; her hair and eyes like gold- en brown autumn leaves with the sun | shining through them. Clarissa had a pug dog, named Phile- mon, which Samuel detested. One evening Samuel and Clarissa were seated in the Green's front parlor, economizing space in a manner which —considering the size of the old fash- joned sofa—seemed rather unneces- sary. Philemon, who was on the rug at their feet, playfully seized Samuel's foot. “Clarissa, I love vou, but I hate your dog!” exclaimed Samuel as he vigor- ously kicked Philemon. “Samuel,” replied Clarissa, “you are not in an uplifted mood; you may have killed my dog. Never speak to me again.” “Oh, fudge!” ejaculated Samuel. Clarissa delgned no reply; but, after telephoning for the docter, took Phile- mon in her arms and soothed his an- guish. Samue;, after several futile attempts to talk with Clarisea, left the reom with a crestfallen air. Philemon's dismal groaning gradu- ! ally subsided and—just before the doc- tor arrived—he quietly breathed his last. Five weeks after the quarrel Lord Percival Fitz-Roy, a young English- man who was seeking a quiet place in which to recover from nervous. pros- tration caused by too close application to pleasure, came to Dobson's Corners, Through the daughter of his landlady Lord Fitz-Roy obtained an introduc- tion to Clarissa and they began & flirtation. One morning Clarissa and Lord Fitz-Roy were seated on a rus- tich bench in the Green's yvard, eating fudge and looking at the illustrations of a New York journal. In the DBrown's yard Samuel was feeding the pigs. Two little pigs named Elackie and Whitie escaped. 1 am not sufficfently familiar with pig- pen architecture to expiain how they did it. therefore will omit details. Suf- fice it to say that when they escaped fully, have ready slices of buttered toast on hot plates, and on opening the bag place a slice or two of tomato and an egg on each slice of toast and | More seasoning can | Bachelor Girl's Dinner—Spread thres or four thin slices of bacon in a ~ook- ing bag: pare a raw sweet potat’, me- | dium size, and one of tl:e sweet white | turnips, Slice the turnip and potato it | thick she and place on bacon in the bag. Seal the bag and place on a broiler in a hot cven for 27 minutes. | Serve on a hct plate. Here is the | dinner, all cooked at once, and none | of the articles will taste of the oth- ers, and all will be more delicious than | when cooked by any other method. Bacor and Oysters—Lay as many slices of bacon as desired on short bits of twine lengthwise; with a fork | and tle with the twine ; place in & paper cook- ing bag and seal it up; place on a broiler in a hot oven for & minutes; #erve with buttered toast on hot plate. These are deliclous, the oysters re- quiring no other seasoning, and both | have a’ delicate fiavor, Veal or Pork Chops-with Bacen.— Trim chops and spread over the top a dressing made of cracker crumbs, | seasoned with butter, pepper and salt and moistened with milk; put two thin slices of bacon into bag, and place on broiler; lay on top of bacon the prepared chops, sezl the bag and cook 20 minutes. Will send In more later on if want- d. @ CENTENNIAL SQUARE. BETSY BURDOCK'S SICK ROOM DRINKS. Dear Editer: I notice that soms of the writers are asking for helpful suggestions along heme meking liner. Perhaps the following, which, by the way, is a persenal experience, will help someone gimllarly situated, A member of the family was very ill and abselutely refused to iaks any- thing the physician allewed in selid foed; ver it was very essenilal they take the nesded neurishment; se tha perplexed and anx heme nurse cancected the following menu of paluf- uble grinks, which the patient weuld take Yin small quangities. Phese, served n dainty china nngd glass, supplemenied with a pic of fruit by bedside, tidied the heuseheld over a critical few days, ~Never over » (small teacup) was served at & \ time. Fer Fruit—An eramge was divided and all membrave remeved, with a handful of malaga grapes, or a mellew apple sliced thin for variety, were placen im reach of hang, he ‘The following drinks werg ‘gmte 4 ORIGINAL SOCIAL CORNER STORY THE RECONCILIATION £ by At Miskinahle action began. Dashing under the rail fe:go between the two yard: gleefully toward Clarissa Fita-Roy. <1 did not know that pigs ever went without their blankets,” exclaimed Lord Fitz-Roy as he jumped upen the E?nclL Perhaps they have pig-ro-phe- Lord Fitz-Roy!” said Clarissa, “your conduct is not uplifted. Be brave and magnanimous; help Mr. Green catch the pigs. The pigs ran back to the Brown's vard with Samuel in hot pursuit. The younz nobleman obedisntly followed Samuel until he vaulted lightly over the fence. lord Fitz-Roy, who was short, stout and pudgy, climbed cau- tiously from one rail to the next. Reaching the top, he paused for & mo- ment, then turned and, with increased caution, climbed down the other side backwards. In their keen amusement Samuel and Clarissa almost smiled at one another. Blackie and Whitie were 80 charmed that they remained sta- tionary. 3 Only_ for a moment, however, for when Lord Fitz-Roy stooped towards Whitie lie rolled under the fence into the Green's yard. Lord Fitz-Roy at- tempted to roll after him, but his gl\lmp figure so nearly fllled the space etween the fence and the ground that he was obliged to wiggie long and cautiously, and in the process decorat- ed his white linen sult with numerous large and brilllant grass staine. Mean- while Whitie sauntered across the veranda, broke a jardiniere containing flowers and sent the cat and six kit- tens scampering in seven different di- rections. Then he began to play cro- quet with himself. As he was wiggling throtugh his third wicket Lord Fitz- Roy, attempting to seize him, stumbled over the wicket. Fudge!” said Lord Fitz-Roy, re- memba'lnf just in time that violent language iz not uplifting. ““Which kind?” shouted Clarissa. “The cheapest; this uplift pursuit which leads to so many downfalls will increase the cost of my clothes.” At the foot of the sloping lawn there flowed a little brook; beside the brook stood a large rock upon which Whitle now seated himself and laughed st Lord Fitz-Roy's clumsy attempts to run. He Jaughed sc hard that he tumbled into the brook, where he lay, wiggling and squealing, until Lord Fitz-Roy tri- umphantly pulled him out, and pre- sented him to Clarissa with the re- mark: X “A new pet for Miss Clarissa.” Then he departed to get & bundle ready for the laundryman. Clarissa dried Whitie by the kitchen fire and put a little white blanket over his back and a shrimp pink ribbon around his neck. Accompanied by ‘Whitle, she returned to the rustic ;)ench to watch for Samuel and Black- . Their travels around the Brown’s ten acre meadow must be left to the imag- ination. They finally appeared, foot- sore and weary, in the garden, where Mr. Green was hoeing string beans. Blackie, to whom breakfast seemed a prehistoric event, began eating beans, ‘whereupon Mr. Green attempted to hoe Blackie. ‘When Bamuel started toward Mr. Green the kind of action which leads to a lawsuit seemed imminent. But Clarissa, with lofty heroism, rushed between them, crying: “Father, do not sacrifice the peace of the family for a few beans, and, Sam- uel, I forglve you.” Blackle was so strengthened and en- nobled by the scene that he meekly al- lowed Samuel to capture and present him to Clarissa, who clothed him with & little white blanket and a shrimp pink ribban. On the evening of that eventful day Samuel and Clarissa were seated on a small portion of the sofa in the Green's front parlor, with Blackie and Whitie on the rug at their feet. When Lord Fitz-Roy, carrying a box of fudge and a bouquet of shrimp pink roses, was ushered in by Mrs. Green he was 50 overcome by amazement and grief that he dropped his gifts and vanished from the scene. Blackie and Whitle handed the beu- quet to Clarissa, then wiggled under the sofa to dispose of the fudge. A few weeks later the Green's front parlor was fllled with wedding guests. The matron of honor was the bride's great-grandmother, resplendent in a one-piece gown of Alice blue silk trim- med with ghrimp pink rosebuds. Blackie and Whitie gkilfully and ten- derly carried the bride’s long train. The notes of the wedding march grew louder and slower, the thrills of delight became chills of the spine, and I woke to find the clock striking 12 and the fire burning low onm the hearth. in two or three hours, alternating as much as poesible to make a varfety. The egg drinks were given not as oft- en, nct over two whole eggs given during a day. Menu as follows: Oatmeal or Cornmeal Gruel—One- half cup gruel, hot, one-half cup milk, will be sust warm enough ta drink, the gruel being made a trifle heavier than usual, Gruel thinned a trifle with hot wa- ter, bit of butter and sugar added, and dust of nutmeg. Half-cup bouillen just drink. Wine glass grape juice. Cup of cocoa. Cup of coffee, seasoned with sugar and cream. To cream was added half a beaten egg, all beaten together, then add coffee. This was pronounced O.K, Cocoa with half a beaten egg added as above. Oranegade, made by extracting julce of an orenge, adding a little sugar and till glass with cold water and some- times jee. . loed coffee, made as before without eRE. Orangeade with half a beaten egs. This was thoroughiy agitated like a milk shake till' all foamy. Warm mill: frem cew—milk in any form usually, Lemonade with half a beaten eng, agitaied as above, A bit of chicken er oyster broth (not cared for in this instance). Beaten egq with milk, sugar and seasoned to taste, A bit of gingsr and sugar added to hot milk (not scalded). A oup of malted milk. Where raw eggs are precribed as a regular diet or rather tonic with milk, as is often the ease, have found 1k egE can be nicely disguised and he more palatable, too, by beating with the egg & teaspeon of cacea or table- spean of sireng coffee, then add milk as usual, The juiee of an orange added to & beaten white of egg with little suger will often ke taken nicely by a pu- tient when eggs in other forme ara re- fused o nuiikenting. These few ideas may suggest oih=ra (o anether, bui ihey filled require- ments for ene heuseheid. RETSRY EURBOCK, Leenard Pridge. right heat to PEGGY ANNE A SHUT-IN. Dear Fditer and Sisters: spring-like merning! it fdees seem! It cald wiat . Samehedy: Sn yau live nesr fhase neisy gesse, 1 think I know. whe you Anetier And how gend has been such a _even If I gave you a clew; and I only | not heceme drunkavds, are, but I am not sure. Are your in- itials 3. M. T.? Papa’s Boy: You wouldn't know me, know you by sight. Have you & tel- ephone? 1 might call for you some day, and with our guns see it we could get a rabbit or two, Swamp Apple: Do you Iive near the Congregatlonal church? Jane Ann: Has Nat bovght you the new feather for your hat? <Cherisette: I am glad to know that yon like to piece bedquilts, As I have been a “shut-in” for six weeks, to pass away ihe time, I have pieced two. I weuld like a pattern of the swas- tika. I think it very pretty. Cora of Norwich: Above all things have that child mind you. If it doesn’t mind you now, it never will. 1 have three of my own, and they each have to mind when spoken to. Aline: Your story was very gos How nice it is to have so many sister: together at one time? Llizabeth: Where are your letters? Have missed them. I hope you haver't been s Eggless Cookies: Three cups brown fugar, one cup sour milk, fwo scant cupfuls of shortening (half butter and haif lard), one and one-half teaspoons soda. Flour to roll soft, Mock Loaf Caxe: One cup sugar, oue-third cup of butter, one cup of milk, two teaspoons cream tartar, one teaspoon soda, one cup raisins, one cup cnopped nutmeals, two cups flour or a little more according to Ikind used, Flavor with nutmeg. PEIGY ANNE. PINK ROSE'S SWEETENED JOHNNY CAKE. Bisters of Social Corner: Didn't A Dreamer give some nice reasons for liking our Corner? Frozen: How do you keep warm up there? It is zero here now. Wish I could get one glimpse of the White mountains. Girlle: Please report, when you try my recipes, how vou liked them. Aunty: I'll send waist pattern with this Jetter. You may send me any- thing you like, If you care to. Any pattern would come in handy, it not too much trouble. Beccy: Is either of what you want? Johnny Cake—One cup yeliow meal, g00od pinch of salt, pour over boiling hot water and stir until smooth and quite thick; then thin down a little with milk, put on hot griddle which is well greased, fry on both sides. Bweetened Johnny Cake—One cup of buttermilk, pinch ot ssit, one-half tea- spoon saleratus, one tablespoon sugar, meal to thicken like griddle cake bat- ter; fry like griddle cekes. Xeady: Have you learned how to do tatten vet? If net, I'll try at giving you hints. PINK ROSE., AN INQUIRY. Dear Members of the Social Corner: This week I am coming to you for help. The water here is very hard. Can any one tell me what to use to soften it when washing? Such a scum will rise on the water when scalding the clothes and sticks to the clothes go that it is nearly as much work to rinse it off as it is to wash the dirt out. What a good time the members from Leonard Bridge do bave. It makes one wish they lived there, too, as it must be nice to have members from your own locality, as it keeps you guessing “who is who." I don't think there is a member that I personally know, thought I might “8hut-In” from N. ‘Whe! e re- ferred to her family I was all at sea. Nevertheicss, 1 certainly feel the friendly spirit that pervades the Cor- ner and can say I have a “feeling in my heart” for all. BEE. Wasterly. A MOTHER'S TALK TO MOTHERS. Dear Mothers of the Social Corner: For it is to you in particular I want to talk this afternoon. I want to tell you of a little more of my experience in bringing up children. No matter how large or small your family may be, it is _seldom that any two children are alike in disposition or temperament, and this is what drives a mether to her wits’ end to know just how to manage each one. ‘When I hed two little ones (vou re- member I told you that I knew noth- ing about bringing up children when I was marrled), I purchased a book on the training and bringing up of chil- dren. I read it from cever to cover. I thought I was a very fortunate ‘woman to come across such a book, for after all when one knew how to do it it was not such a hardship to raise a family and do your own work also; now I know how to do it, I would obey the book to the letter and started at once to put it in practice. The book told me just when a child should be put to bed, just when it should wake, the proper hour to bathe, the amount of time it should take to dress. and so on. ‘Well, mothers, I was never in trou- ble until now. Do what I might, the hour that baby should just the time time he was the time for his bath he was fast asleep. The half-hour allowed for dressing often extended into an hour. In desperation, I threw the book on= slde and decided I would do things at times most convenient for myseif and I believe every mother must learn from cxperience. God has glven us brains and wis- dom and we must use them, and not depend on the brains and wisdom of someone else. I had a sturdy little chap of ten, who was very self-willed and stub- born. It seemed as if he would never be conquered—his own way he would have, One morning I gave him some light work to do and toid him he must do it; it did not meet with his ap- proval and he argued against it. I told him It must be done. He delayed in oheying. 1 talked with him, and finally was ebliged to whip him. Btill he would not do it; and am sorry to admit it—I could not make him. The day wore on, After three o'clock I sat dewn to my sewing: my head ached, T was all unstrung, and finally to relieve my feelings, laid my head on the sewing table and had a good c these recipes When T ralsed my head, my disobe- dient little boy stood beside me, hor- rified to see his methor crying, and pleading with me to tell him what was the matter. “Well brother” (for that is what we called him), I sald, “if you want to know what made mother cry, I will tell you. It is because you were a disobedient, naughty boy. For ten vears mother has clothed and fed you, given you everything you could wish for, and new, when you are able to help me, you will not do it.” Looking up in my face, he said: “And is that what you were orying for? Waell, more and yeu will see how much I will help you.” That is ten years ago, The boy has grown to be a young man, filling a position of irust teday, and net once since has ho disebeved my slightest wish, or caused me a moment’s anx- iety I think when meiiers ean, ihat it is muech ihe betler way (o remson with a child than to whip them. Mrs, Robinson: [ find your letters Very interesting and insiructive, I helleve every waman should be able 10 canverse intelligently on all peliii- cal situatiens. But there is a little semethlng about the veting questien that is not clear to me. Ne doubt yeu can explain it. ¥ou tell Queen Begs that she should wake 1B, siudy the weman suffrage questien, vete, make every eert to close the salean that her boys may Poes a Father net love his offspring a5 dearly a6 & mether doer? 1f it can be done, why does he not obtain those resnits? IS If each parent is entitled to perfect independence and the husband wsees it to vote one way, and the wife dn- other, 8 an- br fllw’:d Gdod, In ce and wisdom. Would it not be the same if woman were in power? A MOTHER. Roxbury, X POLLY PEPPERMINT'S ENTER- TAINING LETTER. Dear Cornerites: The thermometer has not fallen to 40 below zero with us, as it has in Maine, but L2 below has given me all the taste i wish of Arctic temperature. Shut-in, Dear: I'm going to be a bit like the minister of my story (which, by the way, had a fact foundation, and the almanacs, some of them more than three years old. Which one the wor- thy dominie peered into I do not know). There was more to the story, but for some reason it was not all printed, and the ending did not ex- plain things; but, between you and me, our editor was kind to print any of it, and I am thankful. As I said a moment 4go, T am go- ing to be like the minister of my story, who was three years behindhand and two days ahead of time, save that I shall be two days late, and a year ahead of time. I am sending in a few hints for a Wi birthdey party. Am sorry that I am too late to help some onc this year. B Invitations are to be written on tiny white pasteboard hatchets. On the handles are to be drawn musical staff l:] b‘h!wl‘nh The notes must be paint- n th red ink to represent cher- ties. (We chose the opening measure of “My County, *Tis of Thee” for our music.) On opposite side of hatchet print the date. The room, of course, must be dec- orated in red, white and blue. In ona corner a show case containing curios- ities must be _comgpicuously placed. Here are to bé seen The Original Hatchet, tagged with & large tag con- taining the signature of mayor or wown clerk, to the effect that it is the genuine and only hatchet. A postage stamp containing Washington's face is & steel engraving of Washington. (The older the stamp the better.) The originel cherry tree is a large branch the, more unwieldy the better, from which are suspended the cherries. (Large tissue paper baells filled with cotton.) Topping the tree sits a Bird of Freedom, beautifully constructed from red, white and blue flannel. (This bird must been seen to be appreciat- ed.) ‘Washington'’s mother's’ pony, which Washington rode to death, must be ex- hibited In the shape of a very dilapi- dated rocking horse, and labelled as the “Mummy of Madam "Washington's well loved steed.” The “Delaware,” which- Washington crossed, is shown on a very old map cut from the oldest Atlas available. At the next booth one finds souven- ir postal cards of Washington, D. C., and Tea and Washi sale, George and Martha Washington in costume preside here. A programme consisting of tableaux, song and debate follows. This may be barred to suit one’s convenience. Here I8 the one used by us: Star Spangled Banner, violin and piano. Solo, When Potomac's Stream is Flowing. Debate: Resoived, That Washington did more for his country than Lincoln. Quartette, Hail Columbia, Happy Land. Minuet, by voung girls and boyr in costume of Washington's time. Song, My Country, *Tis of Thee. ‘Somebody of Lebanon: Wonder if T know you? I have been in Lebanon sundry times. Do you live in Goshen or near the center? I must stop, for 1 have a vislon of a frowning waste basket, 80 Good-bye. POLLY PEPPERMINT. READY’S INK FROZE UP. Dear Editor and Soctal Corner Sis- ters: When I ask the man of the house if I shall write another letter to the Social Corner, he always answers “Bure,” and as I always do just as he tells me (mostly) here is anotber one. I am gled to say I am well and have not been kidnapped; have had to wal for my ink to thaw out. But I fe winter will give way to spring soon, and the birds will be singing around our doors. The grass will be getting green, and the trees will be in bloom. Then, all aboard for the woodbox m0- cial! . Sister Dreamer: Please appoint an assistant to help me to look after the Bocial Corner family. With 122 I feel I must have help, You remember my promise. Grandme: T have worn the King’s Daughter's pin. 1 will wear the tattin shuttle. I guess thet sbuitle will nev- er do me any good. Tt 1s on the shelf right beside a spool of thread and it has not woven a bit of lace for me. Swamp Apple: Ae we are to have such 1ively onee at our social, some- one will have to appoint a chaperone for the party. As long as it is Leap year you may sit beside or between Papa's Boy and Billte, Cherisette: The man of the house is busy, just this roinute, Alling the woodbox. I bad no idea the woodbox would be so taking. my card? T was so sotry I could not I know 1 missed some- only stayed long enough to say do you do" and “Good-bye” tre was lovely. Would ‘liked to have seen your night blooming cereus, They to be & silent member. The letbers con- tain so much of all that is good and interesting. B Blue Bell: 1. was much with the card you sent. I it, but 1 suppase it got . lost. Newer mimd, [ will send yom another one. Reecy: You are weles We want just as many from will write, 1 think I would want to be dressed in fur from head to foot {f I was up in Matne. Connecticut is cold emough for thing from your pen. . Nat and Jane Ann: I trust yeu beth are not sick, Please write soon. Wa all want to hear fram you. Frozent Am very sorry for the loss of your Kitten. I have two cate They are so near alike it is hard %o dell which is which. They both Ma, trust me just once | gaon, oompany enjoyed a pleee of -pflu apples) and a oup of coffes, the wi X, " Lucy Aeorn: You may mit beside me on the woodbox, and we will let some one serve up. Did sitting on the table prove trua? Blsiar Frank; [ never wrote a lether is the Bacial Corner that 1 did mot 1hink of vou. Wut when I sm siok I Jike tn be ~vtefr, and so I did not want ta bother you. It di seam 80 good to knew You aye ahble fo write [ am sfrald [ ahull he crossed right off the st if T do not sfop now. Geod gheer to all. + leanard Bridge.