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Yesterday.
It is mil far t. Yesterday,
And there we turn our eyes
To where th" ;.' id, g!nd memories
I:i jileaidr.g lures rise.
The faded n s of today
Grow ml mi l liHi with flew,
And wheie Lr;iy l;uds i;re spread
ing im
We see the skies of blue
Just down the way is Yesterday -
There sunshine .ihvay3 beams;
Toihy we close our eyes and see
Our Yesterday in dreams;
Today we hear the long-dead song,
And mw we understand
Its cadeee, and kno v why it made
Our Yesterday all grand.
A little way t. Ye.il. rday
Today may have its fears,
Yel Yesterday is filled with smiles.
Tomorrow has irs tears
Today-tomorrow What of them.
When we ran find the way
That lends us to the golden land
The land of Yesterday?
It is not far to Yesterday,
With glamour of the rose;
With haunting echo of the song
That thrilled us to the close.
Tomorrow and Today will lose
Their darkness and their (doom
And each will soon he Yesterday.
With melody and bloom.
- Wilbur D. Nesbit.
Social Work But No Home.
It is a sad commentary on the
intelligence of American women
that so many of them have thrown
themselves headlong into move
ments for civic betterment and in
dustrial welfare, who have turned
their backs upon sons and daugh
ters pining for companionship
through some of the hardest hours
of their existence. Nothing more
illogical could be imagined than a
woman going down to rescue unfor
tunates in the slums, whose daugh
ter is flirting with the ashman out
a boarding-school window; yet such
things have been known. This
same well meaning mother may
have lost, years ago, when her
daughter was a little more than a
child, through some stupid act of
anger or neglect, the hold over the
girl's heart which was necessary for
a maturer influence.
Oh, the legions of silly women
who accept without question the
dictum of a band of agitators re
garding the use of their "leisure,"
produced by the abolition of the
loom and the soap-pot from the
home. It is easy to think that
serving on a Committee for the in
vestigation of the Safety of Shop
girls is a noble work, and that read
ing your fourteen-year-old boy's
composition on steam engines is a
trivial. The purpose of one is ob
vious and mighty; the significance
of the other subtle and far-distant-Yet
it is a wise mother who leaves
the shop-girl's safety to grandmoth
ers and spinsters, and concentrates
bravely upon the steam engine.
"The Drifting Daughter," in The
Ladies World for October.
Scouts Please Business Men.
John Wheeler, scoutmaster of
Troop No. 1, Boy Scouts of America
in Fallon, Nevada, is informed by
business men in his town that the !
scout activities have had a fine in
fluence on boys. "Business men,"
he writes, "inform me that the boys
are not nearly so bothersome as
formerly, more courteous, truthful.
It has been the custom of the lodges
here to place flowers over the
graves of their members on Decora
tion Day. Last Decoration Day the
scouts bought flowers, and money
is none too plentiful and very dear
to a growing boy, and placed them
on the graves in the potter's field.
, This has made the scouts thought
of much more than formerly by the
residents of Fallon. The boys also
have a gymnasium and library con
sisting of between three and four
hundred books. As there is no oth
er gymnasium in town, other boys
are allowed to use ours."
Graveyard Episode
Two fellows had been uniting
and on their way home they had to
pass a cemetery which was sur
rounded by a liijih stum; fence.
They thought this would r. a good
place to slop and divide the nuts,
so they dim! ed over tins lii;jh wall
into the cemetery and in doing so
they dropped a couple of nuts on
the other side of the wall.
They sat down by the wall and
opened the sack and began dividing
them in two piles. 'One for you
and one for me." "One for you and
one for me." And so on. During
'. their division of the nuts an old
: Irishman passed the cemetery and
he heard voices inside so quietly
sneaked up to the stone wall and
sure enough he heard them say
"One for you and one for me; or.e
j for you and one for me."
' This frightened poor old Pat and
he started on a dead run toward
home. He met his pal, Mike, on
. the road, and he said, "0 Mike, just
as I was coming past the cemetery,
; I heard the Lord and the D:svil di
' viding up the dead." Mike said,
i' Begorry Pat.' you're either drinking
; too hard or you're dreaming "
I "No sor." said Pat, "come along
' and hear with your own ears. So
' they went back and crawled up
; close to the wall and the two fel
j lows were still dividing their nuts,
"One for you and one for me; one
j ior you ana one lor me, and as
i they got to the last nut in the sack,
I one of them said. "What shall we
'do with the two on the other side
of the fence.
To this Pat and Mike iumned nn
and run and Pat said. Now didn't I
j tell ye so?"
For the Economical Housewife.
Open grates waste fuel.
"A stitch in time saves nine."
Never mistake quantity for qual
ity.
Water in which meat and vege
tables have been cooked make good
soups.
Dry pieces of bread or cake make
excellent puddings and are also
greatly relished by the poultry.
Never make coffee or tea repeat
edly, day after day, without wash
iug and airing the pot.
Never allow little "leaks" in the
'larder." such as odds and ends of
vegetables, meats and fruits, which
utilized make appetizing salads,
sandwiches and croquettes.
Remember that water in which
rice has been cooked makes an ex
cellent starch for lingerie waists.
That clean cellars, pantries and
refrigerators are necessary to health
That teatowels last longer and
look better if hemmed.
Graniteware should not be set on
a hot stove with nothing in it.
It pays to buy in large quantities
if you have a place to take care of
what you buy.
Men's winter mittens "half-soled"
with the tops of worn-out. fine
leather shoes last as long as three
pairs without.
A small sizad window-pane laid
over the cook book serves the
double purpose of keeping it open
and clean while directions are be
ing read.
Bread cooked in large baking
powder cans makes the "dearest"
little sandwiches for the children's
lunch.
"Variety is (truly) the spice of
life" and costs no more than serv
ing the same thing, cooked in the
same old way, every day. Star
Farmer.
A Few Tips for Making Jelly.
Use good fruit which is a little
under-ripe.
Use the best granulated sugar.
Do not - make large quantities of
jelly at one cooking.
Heat the sugar in the oven before
adding it to the fruit juice.
If the juice must be boiled down,
always do so before the sugar is
added.
The jelly will be clearer and finer
if the fruit is simmered gently and
not stirred during cooking.
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Rules For Measuring Corn. )
There are many rules for measur-,
ing corn. Inquiries conducted by ,
the Missouri State Board of Agri-;
culture shows the following in com- i
mon use: Sixteen cubic feet of
corn in shuck (or if extra well set
tled, 15 feet) make a barrel. The
number of cubic feet multiplied by
the decimal .4 gives bushels. Mul
tiply together the length, width and
height of the pen or crib, in inches,
and divide by 4,200 for old corn, or
4,300 for new corn, to get bushels.
Where it can be done corn should
be weighed, rather than measured.
Furmers Tell of Silos.
Several hundred Missouri farm
ers who own silos have written to
the State Board of Agriculture, tell
ing them of the kind of silos they
are using, the advantages and dis
advantages of silage as a feed, also
the kind of silo they would favor
were they to build another. From
these facts the Board will get ma
terial for a new larraers Duiietin.
The Garden of the Gods is now
part of the park system at Colorado
Springs. It was presented to the
city by the heirs of the late Chas.
E. Perkins, who at one time was
president of the Burlington rail
road system. The park is to be
kept forever free to the public. The
tract contains 480 acres and is val
ued at more than $200,000.00. For
a long time the marvelous and fan
tastic rock formations of the Gar
den of the Gods have been pointed
out as one of the great natural won
ders of the world. The Garden of
the Gods was the worshiping place
of the Indians before the coming of
white men and now the Utes re
turn annually tor their "Shan
Kive" of rejoicing. There are many
interesting and wonderful things
in this great natural wonder.
i
"What is dew and how is it
formed?"
To this simple seeming question
a Scotish schoolboy wrote the fol
lowing answer.
"The earth travels on an axle
every twenty-four hours, and in
consequence of the tremendous
pace at which it travels, it per
spires freely This perspiration h
called dew." Ex,
Camille in moving pictures at the
Gem Friday Oct 18 4 reels 5c
and 10c
Flowers That Bless You.
Flowers flourish in the gardens
of those who love them. A pleas
ant magic would be, if you could
flush flowers into a brighter bloom
by a kind look upon them; nay,
more, if a look had not only the
power to cheer but to guard them ,
this would think a great thing.
And do you think it not a greater
thing that all this and more than
this, you can do for fairer flowers
than these - flowers that could
bless you for having blessed them
and love you for having loved them
flowers that have eyes like yours,
and thoughts like yours, and lives
like yburs?-LaBelle Star.
His Ambition.
"Too many people, said the cler
gyman, "regard their religion as did
the little boy in the jam closet. His
mother pounced on him suddenly.
He stood on tip-toe, ladling jam
with both hands from the jam pot
to his mouth.
" 'O, Jacky," his mother cried.
'And only last night you prayed to
be a saint!'
His face, an expressionless mask
of jam, turned toware her,
'Yes, but not till after I'm dead'
he explained." Ex.
