Norwich Bulletin Newspaper, October 24, 1914, Page 14

NORWICH BULLETIN, SATURDAY, OCTOBER 24, 1914 A LAZY SPIRIT IS A LOSING SPIRIT EVERY WOMAN’S OPPORTUNITY The Bulletin wants good home letters; good business letters; good. help- ful detters of any kind the mind may suggest. They should be in hand by ‘Wednesday of each week. Write on but one side of the paper. - S Address, SOCIAL CORNER, EDITOR, Bulletin Office, Norwich, Conn. THREE PRIZES MONTHLY: $250 to first; $1.50 %0 second; $1.00 u third, Award made the last Sacurday in each month. SOCIAL CORNER POEM The Shadow of Eden Still Broods O’er | the Earth From the heavens above us sweet beauty has birth, And follows our fallen race; *Tis the shadow of Eden that lingers on earth, . »Alldfhlt shines in each child's sweet ce. It is felt in the fluttering leaves of the 1 rees, And heard in the hum of the bee; "Tis the rythmic song in the soft sum- mer breeze, And the pulse in the heaving sea. In the flowers that bloom at the breath of the morn, And the glow on the evening sky; A thousand new joys for the earth are aye born, ‘To gladden the ear and the eye. Sweet whispers are these of the past Golden Age, g Whegoéhe earth was the Garden of Long, long before sin marred Creation’s fair page, Or man in war's pathway had trod. then oft the Ah angels waled here or/ the earth, & For heaven’s own glory was near; For all men then, tasted the heavenly ‘birth, ‘And they knew not a sorrow or tear. Bat beauty, sweet beauty, still whis- pers of love, | . And the song birds still greet us with Joy. For the heavenly spheres seek our cold hearts to move, TLest evil all manhood destroy. These are sizns and sweet omens of glory to come When the prodigal race shall return And. seek once again the Fa"her’l own home, i And from follies and evils shall turn. - For flmlhn“ of fair Eden still stand- © , And the race shall enter again; The foot-sore and weary, having wand- ered so far, Its whilspers 'still in us remain, All' the states of our childhood are sleeping within, - Fooged ‘They’re immortal and never can die, They never, Ah never, were tainted by &in, . And they all will awake by and by. For m& heavens above us still rest on o And its peace and its glory are near: The angels they whisper of the heav- enly birth, ; And nnnl against evil and fear, Ah! the watchman and prophet, the poet and seer, Pi All have told of the glory to come, To renew nature’s face, and man's lone heart to cheer, And guide him again to his home. His home, blessed home, the dear Eden W of old, t % ere no terror nor evil e'er trod; Tts m‘b‘;“t’ ?ad glory were too great to .0 For that home was the Garden of —J. M., Shepheard. INQUIRIES AND ANSWERS. PAULA—Card received and mafl to Black Pansy. ) i " RURAL DELIVERY—Card received and forwarded to Paula. MERRY WIDOW—Card received and sent to Aunt Hester. JOAN—Card recelved. you included. Thanks. AUNT ABBY—Card received and mailed to Paula —~~-As received nd mailed as you directed. BALSAM FIR—5ouy o card ceived. Thanks. Glad to have re- NEW THOUGHT COMFORTS DOTTIE. Editor and Sisters of the Soecial Borner: —Once more I am going to ex- P]ress a few thouzmhts in resard to the new thought is.something to think about and to live By day hy day. Knowing it teaches me to believe in God’s love and God’s goodness, and to carry out Christ’s last command “Love ve one another.” I can see God's love in all of life. TI-must live right and do right, or I shail reap what I sow. I don’t believe in gossip, war, hatred, vile talk, or anything that will defile my spirit, as that is part of God that lives in me. I believe, in the words of the poet, “If I take my sister and brother by the hand and lead them up to a mors secure place for their feet to stand, then if my feet should wander out where the weeds and thistles grow, He would lead me to his haven of love, with His kindly hand.” s - I think Aunty has not studied up this great question of new thought, which teaches love to all mankind— no evil , only as man looks at it; each in their own way through their eyes. It is so much easier to con- demn some other mother’s boy or girl, than our own. New thought says ‘no fear!” Send out the thought all’is well, and it will be, because God has said ask any thing in his name in faith, Dbelieving, and you shall re- ceive. Do you doubt God's word? I don’t, for God is Tove. See it in nature. * This morningall is so bright .| and full of life and only man thinketh evil. } Lucinda: Welcome. Hope _-you could make your apple butter. Years ago up in the old hills- of New Hamp- shire we used to call it Boiled Cider Apple Sauce, and the writer of this used to go down in the orchard where a huge kettle hung on iron .hand-irons, with a fire underneath, and boil many barrels of cider now ready to put in the cellar to be used for their apple sauce. Those were the happy days of girlhood. . g d Dan: Am glad you decided to stay among the old New England hills for awhile, for I think none better. I was in Californfi too, but saw nothing there like home except the old Pa- cific Ocean. I.liked the people.very much, bet to live eut there one must ‘have a pocket that has no bottom was what I .found. I also found many things st ly different from the East. One was the lack of chimneys, and so many tanks to heat.water, was rather amusing to us. . g 1 must close for this time with kind s to- all. - Hope.. Aunt Abby is DOTTIE. better. VARIOUS WAYS TO SERVE OYSTERS. Dear Editor and Social Corner Sis- ters: As my first letter did not reach the waste basket, thought I would make another attempt, as the oyster season has begun. I herewith ‘send a few' recipes for the same. ‘Fried Oysters—Take large oysters from their own liquor Into a thickly folded napkin to dry them; then make hot an ounce each of butter and lard, in a thick bottom frying pan; season the oysters with pepper and salt; then @ip each one into egg and cracker crumbs rolled fine, until-it will take up no more; place them in the hot grease and fry them a delicate brown, turning them on both sides by sliding a 'broad-bladed knife ~under them. Serve' them crisp and hot. A Dry Oyster Stew—Take six to twelve large oysters and cook -them in half a pint of thelr own liquor; season with butter and white pepper, cook for five minutes, stirring constantly; serve in hot bowls. Boston Fry—Prepare the oysters in egg batter and fine cracker meal; fry in butter over a slow fire for about ten minutes; cover the hollow of a hot platter with tomato sauce:; place the oysters in it, but not covering; gar. nish with chopped parsley sprinkled over the oysters, - o Small Oyster Pies—For each pie take a tin plate half the size of an ordinary dinner plate. Butter it and cover the bottom with a puff paste, as for pies; lay on it five or six select oysters, or enough to cover the bottom; butter them and season with a little salt, a plenty of white pepper and spread over this an egg batter and cover with a crust of the paste, making small open- ings in it with a ‘fork; bake in a hot oven fifteen to twenty minutes, or un- til the top is nicely browned. AUNT ABBY ENJOYS- AUTUMNAL 3 FOLIAGE. - Dear Editor and - Social Corner Friends: It has been .quite a long time since Ishave written; not that I have lost interest in The Corner, for it grows more interesting every week, and as Lucinda says: “It seems as though I could not wait until Satur- day comes.” : ‘There are so many others who can write go much more interesting letters than I, that I would rather give space to them. Am glad to see so many new writers. I am sure they are wel- come. Wish the old writers would let us_hear from them oftener. s ‘Went to the Stafford fair, Oct. 12th, and I certainly enjoyed the ride. It was a lovely day. The foliage of ¢he trees along the way was something grand. "All the shades imaginable of red, greén, yellow and brown. It will leave a pleasant memory in my mind for a long time. Met Samantha, Sa- mantha’s daughter and Chore Girk Had a nice chat with them, Paula: Many thanks for the pretty Hallowe'en card; hope the good luck will come right along. Am sure I can- not think who you are. If you are very anxious to meet me, just give me a call. Would be pleased to see you at my house any time. Will send you a card soon. Maine Lover: I thought sure I would see you long before this. Hope you are much better ‘and that you will be able to make that promised visit “with Wandering Jew and Azalea,” before cold weather. Think I caught a limpse of youg house as I went to” Stafford and I did so want to stop, but business hindered. You may see me yet. Wish you would drop me a card just tell- ing me how you are. Betsy Bobbett: I agree with you in regard to the mince pies made of green tomatoes, and cake. without eggs, for 1 know by experience they are deli- cious. I took' first prize on a loaf of cake made without butter or eggs at the Norwich fair. 5 Peggy Anne: Yes, I was glad when the last day was over, and especially the last one at Stafford fair. I got very tired, but am rested some; Lucinda: Welcome to the Corner. Am glad you made up your mind to write. Suppose you had a nice time at your anniversary. Wish I could have been there. . Magnelia: Thanks for the headache remedy. Will try it. Best wishes to all. i AUNT ABBY. g THE MERRY WIDOW'S GINGER- BREAD . Dear Editor and Cornerites: with you once more. ¢ Paula, T -wonder if I met you at the Norwich fair. 1 think I know somé- thing about Farmer's joke in the Bul letin_ tent! er, T recelved your card—manv thanks. I was sorry to hear you had sickness in ‘the fami'v 1 sincerciy hope they are convalescent, 3 I am sending a recipe for ginger: bread which T think is very nice. .~ Molasses Gingerbread.—One cup mo- lasses, one-half cup lard, one teaspoon - ful salt, one teaspoonful soda dissoly- ed in one-half cup of ho¥l'ng wa‘er apd use-flour as you would for layer cake, MERRY WIDOW. I am C. E. 'S WAY TO MAKE APPLE] BUTTER. * B —————— Editor and Cornerites. What a beautififl afternoon, after having such : nice rain, which we all rejoiced to see. o Bluebird: Where are you? Can' we have a song from you? We have not heard from you in a long time, surely you have not flown south, as ‘we are having beautiful weather now for bluebirds, Also, what has become ¢ Guess? How does the new auto et along, ‘suppose you are learning to_run it. 3 Ready: Are you busy with that shuttle nowa&days; and doing other fancy work that you have not written in so long? We should like to hear| from you, and how you like your new Wood Box. Cold weather will soon be here, and. yvou will have to have the man of the house get ‘busy filling the wood box for you. - Have vou heard from Sweet William? We have not had a letter from her in a long time. Has she changed her pen name? We like to see so many néw writers join- Ing The Corner, but hope the old writers_won’t forget to write. Bright Ray: I think I can guess you out. If I am right you are to move soon. Where you live now there are many trees.. Have I guessed right? As one of the Sisters called for the {tec!::aa to make apple butter, I will send -The day before you get ready to make your Apple Butter, select nice apples, cut out all bruises and specks, then slice apples without peeling them; put a layer of sugar in your can, then a layer of apples, and so on untii your can is full. putting sugar én last; set aslde until morning. ‘As soon ‘as breakfast iS off the stove, place your can on the stove, with four spike nails under the can, to hold the can up off the stove. A large lard can is best to cook it In as it wants to be covered with a cover; and to be'cooked slowly for eight hours, without taking the cover off. Be sure and not lift the cover while cooking, for when the air reaches the apples they will fall to the bottom and stick. After cooking the specified time,' take can - from the stove and run apples through a col- ander to remove the peel. Flavor to suit your taste. Add one cup vinezar, place can back on stove and cook up; then put in cans and seal. The beauty of making apple butter this way is, you can cook it and go right on with your other work, iron- ing, sewing or whatever is at hand. The butter will be & rich color and fine-grained. Best wishes to all. new thought, question. To mej PLAIN NANCY. CE S B g i Established 1780 IT IS THE TASTE, THE FLAVOR OF BAKER’S COCOA That Makes It Deservedly Popular- An absolutely pure, delicious and wholesome food beverage, produced by a scientific blend- ing of high-grade cocoa beans, subjected to a perfect mechanical process of manufacture. Get the genuine, made only by WALTER BAKER & CO. LIMITED DORCHESTER, MASSACHUSETTS Si and Wife Go To Niagara Falls Silas and I have been married nigh on to forty years, and one morning after reading the Norwich. Bulletin Silas said: 2 “Mandy, I think we ought to have a wedding trip! “My sakes alive, Silas Green, what ever put that into your head?” Silas had been reading that some young people had just got married and had more money than brains and went off on a trip; and Silas was just foolish enough to want to go and do likewise. Well, after looking the matter over, we decided to go. Silas at first wanted to go to Vol- untown; but I said: “No I went there once and visited his Aunt Mary and worked every moment I was there, and came home tired out. You don’t take me again up there!” “Weil, after talking about a week ‘we decided to go. to iagara Falls. So one fine morning we started. We got up at four o'clock and Si fed the hens, and I got breakfast and such a time—the coffee boiled over, the toast burned, and Silas kept twitting meof being in such a hurry that I could not dc anything. ‘Well, after awhile we got started, and I thought the train would never come from New London; but it did, and after we had got seated and Silas had begun to eat.his peanuts (now Silas never goes anywhere with- out a pocket full of peanuts), he turn- ed around and saw Aunt Abby and Hetty Maria and he just had to go to those girls and give them some pea- nuts. We bid them good bye at Leb- anon, and went on our way rejoicing. changed cars at Palmer and we got to Albany Silas said: “There is the capitol!” I looked and said: “Who would think that building covered so much sin?” | Silas said: “It don't unless some of the bad ones are there!” Well,. the engine tooted so we scrampled on board just as she start- ed up. We got to -Buffaio after we had passed through all those big citles ‘like Rome, Rochester and a heap_ of others. . Well, we was . tired, and a man came ‘and yelled “Cab! Hack!" Silas sald “we would take a cab as this was our first wedding trip. So we did, and in two_ shakes of a lamb’s tail that man had driven us to a hotel and then opend the door. “Two dol- lars, please!™ said he. “Well, Silas gave it to him, but I was mad, to pay two dollars for jest about two minutes’ ride. We went into the hotel. I have WHAT IS THE VIRTUE OF RAST- ING? Dear Sisters of the Social Corner: I have been interested in what has been said upon fasting for health by. The Crank and other writers in The Corner, and I have noticed some of our Aevout sisters have been inclined to roke fun at abstinence. If fasting is idicu'ous, I wonder why fasting and ‘|prayer are so often spoken of in the scriptures; or if fasting two or three weeks causes a person to be regarded as a crank, what these people think the Saviour fasted forty days for, or for nearly six weeks, It seems to me when the scriptures couple fasting and praver, fasting has something to do with spirituality as well as praver, and that it should be the desire of those who are seeking for truth to know what the relation of fasting to prayer is. There is no getting away from the fact if we believe the scriptures that there is virtue in fasting and if we do not know what it is, why shouldn’t we be in earnest to find out? Those who have fasted tell us it not only reduced their flesh, but increased their comfort by overcoming their physical infirmities; that it gives a consciousnéss of power never before possessed, If I remember aright Dreamer to'd ug about the true hunger which comes in’ the mouth and the false appetite which gnaws at the stomach, discov- ered by fasting. It seems to me it is knowing ourselves as never before to be able to recognize the Saviour, Hunger, from the Destroyer, Appetite! It was a part of the early Christian’s code to fast as well as pray: but ap- petite has so enamored ~us that we scout at man’s old benefactor and we stuff our stomachs and clpud our minds. I 1§y to cultivate an open mind and to be capable of recognizing every- thing that is good. No tribe or sect or class has a monopoly of the truth— truth is truth, whatever its source . I believe moderation in all things opens the mind for knowledge of many things. RUTH. —rme. GIRLS’ CLUB ROOM. ‘When the Girls’ club fitfed up their room there had to be a great deal of planning as there were only ten work- ing girls and they could only afford 10 cents a week dues. There was a room with steam heat they could have for $1 a week ip the home with a mothedly woman if they could man- age to furnish it. They had been a “club™” for a year, meeting at the dif- ferent homes, but now they wanted a room of their own. FEach had paid $2.50 to join and the dues had amount- ed to $52, a total of $54.50, which the treasurer had deposited in her father's safe each week as it was paid. An art square 6x9 feet, cost $1.75; three green window shades at 24 cents, 72 cents, and muslin curtains for three windows at 38c each were $1.14 more. A table with a drawer and shelf was $2.50 and a little tabarette cost 38 sents. A tiny stove for making cuf- fee, etc.. cost $1.25. A little folding table was 88 centts, A handsome book- case, that”would also hold china, etc., ost $6.98; eight plain kitchen chairs 73c cost $5.84 and four porch rock- at 98c, $3.92. A tea Lkettle. cost s 43 cents, a coffee pot 42 cents, a su- a bowl. cream pitcher and twelve each of fancy plates, cups and sau- cers, with a cake plate were $2.50 and spoons were $1.20 more. A cosy. littfe room cost $29.91. ETTA BARBER. SPECIAL TO WOMEN The most economical, cleansing and germicidal of all antiseptics is Paxtine A soluble Antiseptic Powder to be discolved in water as needed. As a medicinal antiseptic for douches in treating caterrh, inflarnmation or ulceration of nose, ‘throat, and that caused by feminine ills it has no equal For ten vears the Lydia E. Pinkham Medicine Co. has recommended Paxtine in their private correspondence with vomen, wkich proves its superiority. Women who have been cured say it 15 “worth its weight in gold.” At druggists. ~50c, large box. or by mail. The Paxton Toilet Co.. Boston. Mass. THERE Is no udvertising medium in Eastern Connecticut =quai to The Bu- letin for business results. i heard the song “I dreampt I were inl marbie halls!” Well, here I was. A boy came and wanted to take our valises, but Si said he could carry them himself, and he did. $ We had to put our names on a_big book—where we came from, and it looked to me as though they was going to ask if we had any money? We had! I had one hundred dollars that Silas did not know I had all sewed up in my petticoat pocket. After Si had signed the book we went to a box in the corner and got in and do you know I thought I was in an airship—I felt air all around me. ‘We went up and up and when the roof stopped us, we stopped! Don’t you forget it. Our room was clean, but I looked the bed all over, and we hung our clothes on the gas burners so we should be sure not to get no vermin in them. Well I don’t believe we slept & wink all night. The cars was ring- ing bells, autos tooting their horns, folks talking and such a noise. I was right glad when morning came. We decided we would eat our lunch, for breakfast, as we did not eat it all the day beéfore, so we did. " Then we started out to find Niagara Falls. When we went to go down stairs (I decided I would walk for I was afraid that the ship would let me down too quick), and we started. We went - down. One flight after the other till I counted twenty-one flights of stairs. When Silas paid for our room $5.00 was the price for'a place just to hear such a noise. Well, we ‘was glad to get out alive. ‘We took the car and started and after an hour’'s ride got there. Well we walked and we looked. We took the Maid of the Mist, and rode up clost, and after we had got on dry land again the sun shone beautiful and the rainbow came out: God's beautiful bow of promise.” I was carried away with the beautiful sight, and there stood Silas. 'He never said a word. “Silas Green,” I said, “Why don't you say something? What do think!” And he turned to me and 'says, says he, “Mammany, What a shame all that water's going to waste. Why, if we had it down in Norwich we would not have to have bought Stony brook. and our taxes would not have been raiseed another half mill.” T looked &f him and said, “I, think you are a fool, and we will go strait home!” F We did. We intended to have been gone a week, but we was home in three days, and when I take another wedding trip I shall go alone. o SILAS WIFE. KEZIAH DOCLITTLE'S MOCK OYS- TEW STEW. Dear Editor and Social-Corner Sis- ters:—I have been so busy with. my preserving and canning I have ne- glected to writes for The Corner: but haven’t neglected to read all of the letters each week. ‘When hancing yovr clothes on the lre, instead of .putting the pins straight up and down put them slant- ing and they will hold the slothes more firmly, if the wind blows. Mock Oyster Stew—To one quart ‘water add four large -ipe tomatoes, or dne pint of canned ones; when boil- ing add one-half teaspoon soda. As soon as you put the soda in,.add one pint of milk; then the salt, pepper and butter to taste. ‘When making starch on wash days. add a teaspoon of powdered borax to the starch before adding the water. After the starch is thickened add lard lh‘e size of a walnut and a teaspoon of €alt. Paula: I hate heard in a round- about way that the brothers and sis- ters were trying to find ‘out’ who I am, but I don't think they have as yet. . I see by last Saturday’s Balletin that Rural Delivery thinks we are the “mysteries of the Corner” to him. We haven't had to use any celebrated salve to keep~our lips closed so far, have we? Perhaps if he would use some kind of magic liniment, he could think Letter, and it might help him to solve the mysteries of The Corner. KEZIAH DOOLITTLE. GREETINGS FROM SNOWBALL Dear Editor and Social Cornet Friends: Here I come again for a chat with the sisters aftér a long absence. ‘What pleasant weather we are hav- ing. It won't be long before winter is with us again, Annette: Your story about The Husking Bee was fine. We should all thank Merry Farmer for giving us such a pleasant evening. Crimson Rambler: How did you arrive home. Hope you didn's have any accidents. When are you going to give us another visit. Maple Leaf: Why don't you write? Maple leaves will soon be a thing of the past. Merry Farmer: Have you got rested yet from your excitement the night of the husking bee. If so, please give us a call Balsam Bud: Where are you? Have you got your new house built yet? I suppose you are busy. How is your friend F.? I haven’'t seen her lately. Paula: -I have been thinking who you can be. Please give me a clue so_I can find out. Balsam Fir: I received your postal. ‘Was very pleased to hear you are re- covering. Wiggle: Have you been fishing lately? It is nearly time you got that incubator busy again. Then you won’t get time to go fishing. Aunt Abby: Was pleased to see you at the fair. 1 was up to the tent but I didn't see anyone in there. I will close now to give some of the other_sisters a chance. Now that the evenings are getting longer, we can find more time to write. Best of wishes to all the sisters. NOWBALL. THE MAKING OF FRUIT BUTTER Editor and Social Sisters: Someone has asked how .to make apple butter. Apples are plenty and if one has the time and patience the following s good—an old-timem rule: Apple Butter.—One gallon of boiled cider, half a bushel of tart, juicy ap- ples, use Greenings, Baldwins, or any kind that will cook tender quickly. If You cannot buy bottled cider, procure some sweet cider, fresh from the press, and boil it down in a porcelain kettle to half the quantity. Quarter the ap- ples, remove the skins and cores, and cut in small pieces, cook the apples In the Doiling cider, putting in as many as the cider will cover. When the apples are soft, skim them out and adi more until all are cooked. Then mash them as soft as possible, and put all together again in the cider, cook very slowly until thick like marmalade. Stir often with a large wooden spoon or smooth flat stick, being very careful not to let them burn or stick to the kettle. New England housekeepers used to have = paddle or stick expressly for stirring froit butter. An easy way to make this delicious old-time dish is to put it {pto stone jars or enameled ware and ¢ook in the oven when you can have a slow fire for a long time. If you wish the apple butter to bhave a spicy flavor, you may allow one tea- spoonful each of cinnamon, grated nutmeg and allspice to each gallon of sauce, putting it in when the sauce is nearly done. Crimson Rambler: There was quite a mistake about that bridge, one letier fell out. A member. of my family took the picture. Your card and let- ter received;. will write soon. Aunt Hester: 1 did not do much canning this_fall. Should think you and Aunty No. 1 would have a boun- teous supply. Annette: Your card recelved and please accept thanks. No, I do not think I know you. If you know me and where I live, why not call and sce what patterns of knitted lace I have, nearly all I have named, such as Melba, Double Oak Leaf,” Beauty, and so _on. I have made what is called Cherryfield in_crochet years ago. Rural Delivery: I can see weil enough to read, am patiently waiting for a reply to my last. I will send you & card soon. Why not lend that Good Cornerite spoon vou had a present of to the sisters to stir their fruit with? It's made of wood and just the thing. Sorry to learn of R. Duane Brom- ley's death. I have kept ali my papers, so I can them over. I miss the good letters from An Idler very much. Am very thankful we still have The Man Who Talks and The Parson and The Farmer, too, I must not forget him. Best wishes and good luck to all. . JOAN. IS A WISH A PRAYER. Bditor of the Social Corner: The Wwords s not the most effective prayer When the scriptures admonish us to pray without ceasing, it does not mean for mortal man to keep up a constant jabbering, to play the part of a luna- tic .and distress his family or neigh- bors. Unceasing prayer is not to be made in words, but it may be express- ed by a devout desire of the heart— an ever present wish to be good, tc be a worthy son or daughter of God. Luther said: “The fewer the words the better the prayer” and no won- der. for it does not take words long to run into palaver. Perhaps a few good definitions of prayer wi'l help us all to know wha praver is. Phillips Brooks says: its simplest de” tur ed Godward” Another writer says: “The deepes wishes of the heart find expregsion i secret prayer.” This 18 why we are counselled to go into our closets sc to pray as not to be heard of men. If we wish, to. be heard ef men our mind is not concentrated in its pur- “A prayer ir lon is merely a wist pose. Still another writer declares: “Hu- man life is a constant want and ought to be a constant prayer.” Conscious- ness of our wants and comsciousnes: of God’s loving presence and bounty creates this condition of constancy. It was Robert Burns who uttered the great truth: “They never sought in vain who sought the Lord aright.” When our prayers are not answered we doubt .the goodness of God instead of the . state- of. gur: own heart. Phillips cautioned us to “Remember whatever warrant we have for pray- ing, we have the same warrant to be- lieve our prayers will be answered,” and Olshausen avers: “Ev prayer that is really such—that is, which flows from the inward necessity of the soul—God answers!” How can we pray right if we do not know what prayer is—do not sense our close relation to the Holy Spirit, have a mind filled with doubt and fear, and really have no faith in the Divine promises. The Social Corner sister who sent in the inuiry: “Is a wish a prayer?”’ will have helped us all if we give this sub- ject the attention which is its due. OLD SOL. DAN'S’ AUTO RIDES. Dear Social Editor: “Mother Ship- ton's old prophecy about - carrlages without horses shall ride,” I have been testing for many days. I have always been averse to these horseless carriag- es, for I had been jolted and jarred in the. few wides I had taken and I was afraid of them as of a mad bull— dodging and running backwards if I saw one in.my vicinity; but now be- hold me! As brave as Jullus Caesar! Instead of running away, I run right into the arms of the big seven pas- senger auto, and we spin along the roads—not raising clouds of dust— and not joy riding, but traveling with moderate speed, enabling us to see all around us, and also to be seen. The roads are fine, the hills and valleys of Old Berkshire are beautiful, with their maple treds taking on the colors of the Rainbow—we pass through many noted towns—from Hinsdale the old Home town we pass to Dalton, where the government mills are located, which manufacture our bank note paper; such fine buildings and nice green lawns must be a source of delight to every employe. ‘When a child I always had a feeling of loneliness in passing through, as though I was at the end of the world —but now—so full of life and activity | —fine public buildings and beautiful homes—and much of it due Ex-Sen- ator W. Murray Crane, who believed in building up instead of tearing down; on through Cheshire and Berkshire— Adams and North Adams, great cot- ton manufacturing towns—until we near the western eénd of the four mile Hoosac tunnel, and at the foot of Hoosac mountain—our steed is getting high-minded, and seeing the new road being built, the “Mohawk Trail,” he chuckles, and starts to climb the moun- tain—up and up, and around and around, now and then looking down to see the road we had just passed over some distance below on the moun- tain-side—on and on, and up and up we go until we are between groups of laborers resting on the hill-side under the shade of the trees and eating their lunch. Straightway we develop an ap- petite, and so under the trees we camp —and away go sandwiches, eggs cake, fruit and grape juice—we are, or were, good Templars, and are mindful of our temperance pledge—not wine or cider —S0 our conscience is easy in regard to quenching our thirst with grape Juice. On we go, and are soon at the sum- mit of Hoosac mountain, and to our surprise the land is quite level, vege- tables and grain growing, apple (ree: some domestic animals, and som farmers at a distance. It must be a day’s journey to go down the mountain—then how about going up the mountain? That is a problem too deep for me to solve. We quickly descend the mountain, and are at the eastern portal of Hocsac tunnel, where a_ few short weeks ago I rode through behind the iron_horse on my journey from Cali. fornia—now I can say I have. bee through the mountain - and- over the: mountain—perhaps where-the tribes o Mohawk Indians travelled. in the early aistory of Massachusetts. et On through -the picturesque towns of Shelburne Falls, Grecnfleld, Deer- fleld, famous. for the-massacre-of-in-- habitants by the Indians, and- the.car- rying into. captivity women ana.'chil- dren, but now, the large farm,houses and thrifty farms, with their abondant onion and tobacco crops are swelllhg the bank accounts of the owners, Ve reach Springfleld, a beautiful -city “om- the Bostori and Albany raflroad, having trayeled 108 miles, not a break, not am: accident; to cccupants or to o ta mar the pleasure of our Jourhey-sret- atives and friends welcome us-to: thely he:ns and homest,cdand We are serene and very conten! over _our .say's. 10"}*";”'.m =l e =i e next morning we start agaim; and T leave the auto and taks the trol- ley for the city of Worcester, where friends await my coming dnd .I' greet the Captain and family—only $8 years young the Captain, ahd nét as spry/es when I saw him last—and don’t ride his wheel into-Boston now-a-days but- is out every day gathering ‘his- pears; tomatoes and vegetables, for he al- ways has a fine zarden. After a nice visit I spent some time' in the fire, jold town near Worcestér, and am .very much pleased with its P S Spirit. Fine churches and halls, an@ a handsome library building, costing over $50,000, pretty gxzem ornamen! with immense maplh trees; but their beautiful garment of scarlet. gold and ¢reen now dropping: from the branches and forming a carpet so thick:it ‘les to the footfall of passers by—h T abide for a time and must now Finis. DA WHAT MIGNON WANTS TO KNOW. .. Dear Editor and Sisters: T do_mot ntend to be left out of The Corner. When I was in school I did not like to be put in the corner but now I.do-if the Editor will put me there. .. .. Lucy. Acorn: Your bright, ..cheery 'etter was just what I needed to. put me in good spirits for the day. I well- remember when. you and Blanche went: spinning out into the country .after flowers and nuts and even acorns; you ever think of .those enchantfs rides? z Grace: Have you _returned from vour . vacation rested and ready again to_take up the biurdens of life? . - J. E.T Says she is afraid of Buzg Machines, so’ don't think she will give. us any rides unless hubby is_along to. run it. However, she can Arive. .a horse and is not afraid of himi as I can testify. g 2 Sarah Ann Tige: You say the right, kind of a husband ought to. take his wife to town as cften as he can. Now, will you tell us what the right kind of a husband in town ousht to dx? o As I happen to have-one I shou'd’li} to know whether he is doing the. righ thing by me or not? B With Tove to all. MIGNON:. WAS IT OHLOT!]EE OR CHLORATE? Dear Social Gorzerites: I _wonder if Aunt Hester doesn't mean Chlorate of ‘Potash, and not Chloride of Potash?” 1-use- Clioratasustaio: =l £6T 4 mouth and, byt .have the. jm- pressjon nfi m&ag.n n»pd% ciThers a any ' €hlorates #ha orides of, thip: to_get mi Merry Widow:. ¥ow are. pretty cute: at guessing, and T fave been doing some thinking, " too."" Think you must. be Mrs. R. . 3 Crimson Rambler: Do vou liye fear the Norwich and Westerly 'éar Tine?; I think you may be Mrs. H. I took-a¥ vacation in_September of nedfly. a week. As I had not had'so lopg a rest for twenty years, it was a-big.} treat.! T visited in three placed, met - seventeen relatives, and went fo-' a. moving picture show, something I h never seen before, and I enjoyed ft~ immensely. Edison surely is a wonderful man. s - I have been reading two- interesting |books this’ summer, written by, Joseph C. Lincoln—The Woman Haters and Cy. 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