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CHATS ON DOUGH
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I scrambled to my feet in a short time and went out to
make a fire in the kitchen stove. "Oh, dear," I thought,
heaving a deep sigh, "what will mama sayI Three
measures of flourthereI guess that's right." But no,
I could not do it that way it was too mueh, and so I
put more water in, and oh! what a mixture! I kept stir
ring and mixing until my arms ached, and it was half
past ten. And then (just my luck) somebody came to the
door. After a short time I went back to my bread to see
it running over the edge of the pan and all over the table.
I took out enough dough to make the bread with and the
rest I put away in the icebox.
That night I had to stay at home (I was going to a
party) to bake the bread. The next day I spent a great
deal of time contriving ways of using the remainder of
the dough. All kinds of cakes, rolls, etc., made their
appearance, and what with the time lost and this sad ex
perience I made up my mind to do things at the right
time (if not before) in the future. And there's jio say
ing that my cake was not dough, for it was all dough!
A Seventh Grade, Violet Jennison,
Lowell School. 2308 James Avenue N.
HEIR TO GREAT ^WEALTH.
When I was about four years old I fell heir 10 4
cents. This money was left me by my mother before go
ing shopping. It was a-great deal for a boy of my size
to possess. I walked up and down in front of our house
listening to the pennies rattle, till at last I stopped in
front of the baker's window. There on a large platter
was the most beautiful piece of somethingI didn't
know what, prinking I had a large sum of money I made
up my mind raat I would buy it. Just above the_door a
large sign bore these words: "We knead the dough and
you need the bread." But I was far too small to know
what this meant. I walked up to the storekeeper and
put my 4 cents down on the table and said that I wanted
that,'' pointing to the pastry in the window. The store
keeper looked at my money and said I needed more
"dough" than 4 cents to buy "that
A Seventh Grade, Sidney Chamberlin,
Monroe School. 704 Twenty-third Ave. S.
IMPROVING THE BREAD.
One day mother was in the kitchen making bread. She
was just about to put in some salt when the door bell
rang. I think that sugar would be better in the bread
than salt," said I, for I like sugar very much. The salt
and sugar were in cans alike, so I put the sugar where
the salt was and the salt where the sugar was. Then I
stole to a chair and was pretending to read very hard (I
did not know that the book was upside down) when moth
er came in. She did not notice the change as I thought
she would. After a while she put the bread into the
oven! and said, "You have been a very good -girl so I
will make you a cake with plenty of sugar on the top."
I smiled faintly, but did not laugh and clap my hands
like I usually did.
That evening at supper mother passed me my cake. I
took it but did not eat it. "Why," said mother, "what
is the matter with my girl tonight?" "What's the mat
ter with the bread, thof" said my brother. As soon as
my brother said this I ran crying to bed. After that I
never tried to improve bread.
Fifth Grade, Marjory E. Bateman,
Calhoun School. 2739 Lake of the Isles Boulevard.
SOMEWHAT STUCK UP.
One day when I was a little boy, before I was go
ing to school, mother was mixing bread in the pantry. I
wanted some jelly, but she wouldn't give it to me be
cause her hands were all covered with dough. So I tried
to get it, reaching from the top of a chair, when all at
once I went down, down and down. And when I lighted,
I thought the floor was pretty soft. Pretty soon I tried
to get up, but I couldn't because I was stuck. At last
mama lifted me out of the dough, and what do you sup
pose?I was all dough, too. Now when mama makes
bread I stay away. Robert Waiste,
Sixth Grade, 316 Fifteenth Ave SE.
READY TO BE BASED.
I arose early one morning and made up my mind to do
toy work quickly so I 5tul go fishing, for I had planned
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THE JOURNAL JUNIOR MINNEAPOLIS, MINNESOTA, SATURDAY, MAY 20, 19f
all week to have a fine time. When the time came to
fish I threw my line in, and 'twas not long before I had
a bite. No one was there at the time. Suddenly my
bobber went under and I pulled with all my might fin
ally I began to b"ring it in a little bit and just as I
thought I had a good grip my pole broke and I sat down
with a good hard bump. The line looked so tempting,
just about a foot from shore, that in I waded with shoes
on and caught the line and pulled. It gave one jerk and~
down I sat flat in the mud, still holding to the line.
Finally I reached shore and again pulled it seemed to be
easier than the last time. In came crawling an ugly,
slimy mudturtle. I felt as if I were dough ready to be
baked. 0 Eva Ashland,
Sixth Grade, 4302 Colfax Avenue S.
QUITE TIME TO VANISH.
One day I thought I saw a man climbing in at our
kitchen window. But when I went close to the win/low
I saw that it was a large cloth spread over something.
I gave it a jerk and the whole thing came out, catching
me squarely on the head. Then I jumped, and my curi-
Can you see another bather?
she came in a hurry and I instantly disappeared. As the
old cat was the only living thing she could see, she
blamed it all upon the poor old cat.
Seventh Grade, Stanley Bausman,
Whittier School. 2818 Lyndale Avenue S.
COUNTRY COUSIN IN TOWN.
It was my first visit to the city. I had arrived the
day before from a little country town intending to stay
a few days with my cousin. The sun was shining outside
while we were going up in high sky-scrapers and riding
on electric railroads, under ground and over buildings.
I had never seen anything like these and I was greatly
excited. When we were ready to take a car to go home
we felt in our pockets for money for carfare, but we had
none. '^Have you any dough1" cousin asked me. "What
do you think I carry dough around with me for?" said
I, thinking he meant dough to make cakes and bread with.
"Say, but you are 'green'! Dough means money." Here
I put my hand into my pocket but found no^dough,' for
I had spent it for ice cream soda and candy. By night
we had walked home and we were tired, bnt when I went
back to the country I knew what 'dough' was.
Seventh Grade, Philip Blake,
Horace ManiTSchooi. 3015 Columbus Avenue.
A CRASH OF HOPES.
One fine day last summer we girls planned a picnic.
We were going to have it about two weeks after school
closed. When the event was at last decided upon, all
we did} was to talk about it. We held consultations to
gether at recess times and after school. We were always
running to one another with some new idea for amuse
ments, which of course we thought very grand. For a
time, we could not decide whether each should_take her
own lunch or each one contribute something to the gen
eral fund. At last we decided upon the latter course. I
was selected to bake a cake. Oh, the trouble that cake
was! When it was in the oven I heaved a sigh of relief.
It actually came out all right. I then had to get some
thing pretty to wear. It was finishexTthe day before the
picnic. Morning arrived, but I was so sick that I did
not even remember what day it was. It suddenly dawned
upon my muddled brain. i.
"Oh, mama, can't I got" I cried, but she replied**
"Oh, no,with such a sore throatf You must stay itt
bed aH day."
There, all my grand hopes and ideas fell about me in
great confusion, and then finally fell flat as dough.
Mama tried my cake, but (it was a good thing I did not
take it) all it tasted like was dough. I was almost glafl
then that I did not go, for I should never have heard tn
last of that doughy cake. Hilda Blessley,
Eighth Grade, 1204 Dartmouth Ave. SE.
Holmes School. -*~y
osity was satisfied when I found that it was a batch of~ informed me, not very gracefully, ^that she disliked "tag-
dough that my mother had put in the window in the sun
shine. Altho I did not get much dough on me, it went
all over the grass and earth. When mother heard it fall
OTHER KIND. &"
-isS^One summer we lived on a farm I do not remember
how old I was, but just the same I remember what I am
going'to tell you. Some way or other I fell sick and I
could not talk- I was really like a small child, altho I
was not so very little. I was so sick mama thought best
to take me to the doctor, where I am sure I do not like to
go at all. He gave me some horrid black medicine which.
was so bitter I could hardly swallow it. When we reached
home mama had to bake some cakes and other things. I
was with her and she told me if I took my medicine she
would let me play with some of the dough. I was well
satisfied and took my medicine, but it was bitter. Then
I was given my dough. I played with it till it became
black instead of white, and it stuck all over my hair and
mama had a dreadful time getting it out. I thought thai
was the last dough I wantedexcept one other kind.
Sixth Grade, Edna Collins,
McKinley School. 3615 Lyndale Avenue N.
THE LOOK SAID "TAGTAIL."
I don't want them to eome," I declared stoutly one
day when I was informed that some friends intended to
visit us. I hope it will rain." "Then we'll play in the
attic," the others promptly rejoined. Instantly an idea
entered my mind, dark and direful. I had not forgotten
how my sister's chum, one of our expected visitors, had
tails." I had hitherto been great friends with these spe
cial girls, as likewise were my other sisters,there being
an equal number of girls in both families each girl was
supplied with a chum,until I had told my
chum of her sister's remark. Then our
first difference occurred and 'twas not
healed up when they came to see us again.
I won't be a tagtail," I vowed men
tally, "I'll be there first." So my idea
grew and was progressing finely. The day
arrived and to fulfill my highest hopes it
was raining. Without ascertaining whether
our friends were approaching, I fled to the
attic and sat down in a cobwebby corner.
So far, so good. My idea was almost com
pleted it needed but the additional mo
ment to crown it when I, hearing the girls
scampering up the attic stairs, should ex
claim triumphantly, "Now, who is the
tagtail?" I sat there and strained my
ears for any sound. It was hot and musty
with an occasional raindrop thudding upon
the tin roof, and I am afraid I was not
loyal to my cause, for I soon found myself
downstairs. The rain had ceased and I
stepped outdoors. Guess 111 go to grand
pa 's barn," I thought, and accordingly
ran over to his yard. But imagine my de
light on entering the barn to find the rest
ensconced on benches, playing school. They
turned and looked at me with glances
which seemed to say,altho I have since
found I was mistaken,"tagtail." My
long solitude in the attic arose before me
and I left the barn with much precipitp
tion, my cake turned to dough.
3200 Logan Avenue N.
A Ninth Grade,
North High School.
that day, for after
A Fifth Grade,
THEN SOMETHING HAPPENED.
Once upon a time, as it was a dull day
and I was in the house playing, a great
idea came into my mind that was to go into the pantry,
lock the door and do some baking. So I stealthily crept
into the pantry, locked the door and went to work. First
I took a little flour, then a little syrup and next and
lastly a cup of sugar.
All this time mother was at the door telling me to
open it, but I heard her not, for I was very busy.' I
boiled the materials with a little water for about five
minutes, and then took a large iron kettle which I poured
my mixture into. After letting it stand about one min
ute, I thought I would take it ont and eat it. But it
stuck fast to the bottom. All this labor was in vain, for
my mixture (that was the only name for it) was stuck
fast to the bottom of the kettle. I shall never forget
I let mama in something happened.
1118 Dupont Avenue N.
A TEST OF MANNERS.
One day about two weeks ago I noticed two little
boys playing in a mud puddle. In a few minutes their
mother called them. They paid no heed but went on
playing. However, when she came out with two pieces
of cake they-were soon at her side.
"Now, Johnnie," she said to the older boy, I am
going to test your manners." Then holding out the plate
with a large and a small piece of cake on it, she said,
"Johnnie, won't you have a piece of chocolate eake?"
"You bet your life!" exclaimed Johnny, at the same time
reaching for the big piece. "Well, I declare!" exclaimed
his mother. "You know just about as much about man
ners as you do about spelling."
She then turned to Freddie and said, "Won't you
have a piece of cake, Freddie?" "If, you please," an
swered Freddie with a smile. He then took the small
piece of cake, which Johnnie thought was a crumb.
"Ah!" exclaimed Johnnie, holding up his cake,
"I've got the biggest." Freddie took a bite of his and
said, I don't care mine is better than yours." "Is
that sof" cried Johnnie. "Just watch me eat mine."
He then took a big bite. While Freddie was wondering
if be had not made a mistake and put the whole piece
into Ms mouth, Johnnie discovered his cake was only
?A%Bventh Grade, zg^Jm
227 Oak Street SE.
REFLECTIONS ON DUTY.
I am sorry,-bu -you must .go, as there is no one
else who can.be &8at/rij&iA ipsama^es she came into my
room one morning iamugUSt/ TE Was getting ready for a
hayride and picnic, wA3tch was planned by my chum and
me. Great was my disappointment. Mama had come home
from grandma's, who Vas very sick, on purpose to tell
me that I must go as soou as possible to" meet little Dor
othy. The telegram said- tfcat she was coming alone On the
next train. The boys and girls arrived a moment later on
the hay-wagon, but I could not"join the merry crowd^-and
I had helped plan for toe picnic! I was glad thai Dor-