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"Now, if you could only Write po
etry."
'Poetry be—I beg your pardon, but
do you know that I think you are very
foolisli?" and Harry Furber shrugged
bis shoulders, jabbed his hands into
bis pockets, and thought the question
decided.
"I wish I could get you to appreciate
the artistic. It is a great thing to
love art."
"My goodness. I love you, and that
is enough for me. I can go to the
theater and pick a good play every
time I see one. At the exhibit, I can
admire the best pictures. I like beau
tiful singing. can read a good story
or a good book, but poetry—and you
now want me to write some."
"You are too intensely practical."
"And you don't like 'intensely prac
tical' people?"
"They are very nice to have around."
"Then I may come around as usual,
you won't deny me that?"
"Oh, do you are always welcome."
Then Furber took his leave. As he
went down the steps of the Koessler
mansion, he met Robert Phelan, but
he 'did not look at him. Ph«*lan was
a poet.
They had been at Harvard togeth
er. Both had very indulgent fathers.
Phelan had written poetry for the
"Monthly," and in his senior year had
been chosen to be its literary editor.
After graduating he had still continued
•o writ? poetry, and once his contribu
tion lxad been accepted by an eastern
magazine.
Furber had been a little of every
thing in college, and in the end had
turned out to be not much of anything.
He hal made maliy friends, had a good
time, managed to get a diploma, and,
he asked: "What more could anyone
want?" Immediately after graduation,
Furber, the elder, had taken his son
into his office, intent on teaching him
the grain business. Furber was a
name much known on 'change in Chi
cago. Harry Furber was appointed to
be one of the representatives of the
firm in the pit, and he had soon
learned to bid in on the wheat with the
best of them.
But Ruth Koessler was his stumbling
block, and Phelan, the poet, was the
hard thing he bumped against every
time ho stumbled. Together, Furber
and Phelan had begun to call upon
Ruth. Ruth said she liked both of
them, but she had gradually devel
oped a sense for the artistic, and Fur
ber was not artistic, but Phelan was
a poet, and so he must be artistic. He
could talk all about ancient Greece and
Rome, and could quote much from the
classics.
Furber knew the original source of
these lectures, and although he liked
to hear Ruth talk, he would not stand
for anything that came from his rival.
And now she wanted him to write po
etry.
It was the middle of the forenoon,
and things had quieted down in the
pit. The market was holding steady,
and Furber was wondering what ef
fect the war in the east would have
on the year's crop.
He walked up out of the pit and sat
down in a chair away from the rest
of the crowd. He was thinking of Ruth
again. He sat and thought of the
talk tliey had had the day before.
Then a smile something akin to the
kind he wor3 when he had done some
thing very well, stole across his face.
He pulled a pad of paper from his
pocket, and for half an hour he seemed
to be struggling with something in his
mind, once in awhile writing down
something, and the men in the pit
continued to loaf and talk automobiles,
and prices in wheat still held steady.
"Then, when the half hour was up,
he smiled again, reread what he had
written, and then looked about him.
"Hello, there, Ripley!" he called.
"I have got a scheme," Furber said.
"I went you to get .up there in the
pit and introduce me as 'the great and
only,' you understand. Then I will
get up and speak my piece."
"All right," and Ripley went over
to a long, inclosed desk, where several
men were writing, and spoke a few
wards to them. Then he came back to
tile pit and took a position where he
could be heard by all.
"Gentlemen," he said, "I am about to
introduce to you our far-famed, great
and o£ly illustrious friend and co
worker," Furber, the poit," and Rip
ley stopped to get his breath, and
everyone applauded.
"He has composed a poem in your
honor—your honor, I say, the honor of
ail of us," and he stopped again, and
t^ere was some more cheering.
Simple Mistake That Made Biscuits
Entirely Unavailable as an
Article of Diet.
?A young woman a few nights ago
•while- entertaining a young man, a
former schoolmate, in the absence of
the rest of her family, determined to
take advantage of the knowledge she
had acquired in cooking school to pro
duce a practical demonstration of her
capabilities, by making a batch of
fluffy, toothsome biscuits. She at
tired herself like a finished mistress
in the culinary art, and the young
man, anxiou* to be useful, tied an
apron about his waist. The work went
merrily, fln—flour covered the mixing
pan, tbe laborers and everything with
in tesi feet of them.
Suddenly the young womnn was evi
dently puzzled she searched high and
low, in the'dining-room, kitchen, pan
try and closets without apparently
making the looked-for discovery. "I
can't find the cream of tartar," she
eanl' in a mournful tone. Both con­
The Intensely Practical Poet.
BY J. LOUIS ENGDAHL.
"Now, gentlemen, I want you to aire
your best attention. The show begins
right away."
A chair wata brought, and Furber,
with the sheet of paper in one hand,
got up into it, blushing like ft little
girl making her first appearance at a
Sunday-School Christmas, tree. Then
he began:
There's a bull upon the market,
And the bear is waxing hot
in the East the Japs are fighting,
In the wheat the. rust is out
So the bear is waxing hot.
The farmers want high prices
They all yell for dollar wheat
So they scare the trade with criea
Of Hessian fly and rains of sleet
And the bear keeps waxing hot.
There are many wheat crop killers.
With this bull upon the market,
Veiling hail and blight and frost
But the Russian bear ain't in it,
With this bear that's always hot.
When be finished the applause, which
had broken out in several places, grew
roaring, for these men of the pit could
yell, and then some one started a line,
and in turn Furber was compelled to
shake the hand and receive the con
gratulations of every man in the room
Late that afternoon, Furber took his
way leisurely out to theKOesBler man
sion, and he hoped that sheVwould be
at home He didn't have time to wait
for, the evening editions to appear on
the streets, but he would make her
read his poetry out of her own news
paper.
Phelan, coming down the steps as be
ascended, was a damper on his feel
ings, but could not. suppress-4hem by
any means.
|V
"I tin so glad to see you!" cried
Ruth, as she opened the door in an
swer his ring.
"Notbing artificial about that wel
come," thought Furber. Then he man
aged to have her-take him out on
the inclosed veranda that overlooked
the street. He wanted to get that pa
per from the carrier as soon as he
could. In the meantime they talked.
"I believe I could like intensely prac
tical people," Ruth said, guardedly.
"But they can't write poetry."
"When I was down town this morn
ing, 1 went over to see what you were
doin I was up in the balcony, and—"
"I never saw /ou," broke in Furber,
and a sickly feeling came over him.
He wondered at what time she was up
there in the balcony.
"No, but I saw you, and you seemed
so exciled, just like all the others. I
do not know what you were all shout
ing about, but I knew that you were
doinx things. Everythiug seemed on
the move."
"Thank you," said Furber, and he
felt relieved. "She must have been up
there afterwards," he thought.
At that moment the.paper tarried
came around the corner, and in a few
minutes Furber was eagerly turning
the pages of a copy. Ruth wondered
what was the matter with him. Then,
he dropped the paper and looked out
towards the street. He could not look
at her.
"Why, what's this?" said Ruth, aud
he turned.
The paper-'was lying where it had
fallen with the last page upwards.
Sure, there it w^s. He had forgo'tten to
look at the last page.
He picked- up the p?per and hand
ed it to Ruth. This individual news
paper devoted the last page to special
features. It had certainly made a fea
ture of him. There was a write-up
with the poem telling all about it and
the author, but there was also—he
swore he would jump on that reporter
next time he met him—the picture of
himself in his running toga at college.
It must have been the cut they used
that year he ran in the mile. "Univer
sity athlete goes through wheat pit to
become a poet," it said:
But Ruth was devouring it all. "Oil,
Harry, how could you do it?" she said
at la.st.
"Easy," and Harry would have hug
ged that reporter.
Then Ruth got up and went into the
house followed by Furber. She got a
scissors and carefully clipped the poem
from the paper.
"Say, Harry," she said, as she fin
ished, "you can do almost anything,
can't you?"
Harry was too much flattered lb -an
swer. ...
"Well—" and~Ruth blushed slightly
and smiled at him.
"Ruth," and Harry stretched out his
arms toward her imploringly.
When they closed, they circled about
Ruth, for she was within them.
(Copyright, 190G, by Daily Story Pub. Co.)
Batch Was a Failure
tinued the search, with the result that
a small bag of white powder, supposed
to be the article in question, was
found' poked away in the corner of a
closet.
The work was soon over and the re
sult placed in the oven. When the
time was up, both young people cau
tiously opened the door and gazed at a
wonderful sight. Each little biscuit
puffed on high, had a shiny top as If
gilded, and was as hard as steel. When
the young woman's mother returned
it was found that they had used boraa
Instead of cream of tartar.
City Greenhouse for Kourners,
To" encourage the poorer classes to
decorate the graves of relatives and
friends with growing flowers Instead
of with artificial wreaths or cut flow
ers the Hammersmith borough coun
cil, of England, has erected a green1
house near Its cemetery gates, where
geraniums and other pot flowers may
be Bought for a few pence Hitherto
graves have been adorned with flowers
Dlaced in jars and bottles.
CALLED HER BLUFF AND WAS
WILLING TO FAY FOB MORE.
He bad been calling on the young
lady for many moons^ but being rather
backward his suit progressed slbwly.
Finally the dear girl decided it was up
to her to start something so the next
time he called she pointed to a flower
in his buttonhole and said:
"I'll give-fou a kiss for that rose."
A large, open-faced blush meandered
over his countenance, but the exchange
was made. Then he grabbed his hat
and started to leave the room.
"Why, where are you going?" she
asked, in surprise.
"To the—er—florist's for more
roses," he explained.
And further deponent sayeth not.—
Chicago Daily News.
Cynical.
"That speaker had a tremendous
crowd."
"Yes," answered Farmer Corntassel.
"People must like to hear bis speak
ing."
"Oh, I dunno. Folks is powerful
curious. I reckon a man could draw
a crowd by Jest wavin' his hands an'
stompln' his feet, same as he did, with
out sayln' a word."—Washington Star.
A Foor Flan.
Husband—So that new girl goes out
three nights a week. I'll tell you how
to keep her in. Scare her. Tell her a
terrible fellow called Jack the Kisser
is prowling around, kissing every girl
he can catch.
Wife (doubtfully) Well, don't
know, my dear I was a. young girl
once myself. I'm afraid she'd be out
every night—N. T. Weekly.
Nature's Sermons.
"Every grass-blade Is a sermon,"
I heard our pastor say.
A sentimental Idea that
I thought of It each day.
One eve our pastor mowed his lawn,
And as I watched I thought
How strange it was to see him cut
His precious sermons short.
—Judge.
No Browning.
She was fond of the writings of the
poet* Browning. Going Into the coun
try she forgot to take her copy of her
favorite author. She determined to
try and get one at the village shop.
"Have you Browning?" she asked.
"No, ma'am," was the reply of tbe
shop man "we have blacking and
whiting, but no browning."—Tit-Bits.
IN THE YEAR 2006.
Aeroplanist to friend: "Just look
down and you'll see how backward
tbey are in this part of the world.
Why, the peasants still go about in
automobiles at a miserable fifty miles
an hour."—Pete Mele.
Awakening.
"The Chinese are getting to be
quite expert in military matters,
aren't they?"
"Yes. They are beginning to real
ize that the man behind the gun-is
more important that the man behind
the washboard."—Washington Star.
No Use. 's
"Going to the seashore this sum
mer, Ethel?"
"No."
"Why not?"
"What's the use? I never tan, and
nobody'd believe I'd been there when
I came back."—Cleveland Leader.
Ferhaps.
"No, he hasn't been to see me for
over a week, and I promised to sing
for him the next time he came, too."
"You promised?"
"Yes."
"Gee! may be he took it as a threat."
—Houston Post.
The Gooseberry's Feat.
The .gooseberry hissed an eloquent hisa
And he stretched out his snaky neck
"What's this?" clucked the chickweed,
"What's this, what's this?"
"I've laid an eggplant, by Heck!"
—Cleveland Leader.
Just Possible.
Clara—I wish I could believe what
he says, but—
Maude—What does he say?
Clara—Why, he says lie loves me,
yet he has only known me two days.
Maude—Well, perhaps that's the rea
son.—Chicago Daily News.
Prefers Work.
"Is you husband enjoying his vaca
tion?"
'T should ..say not! He's bored to
death ana says if he had to sit around
doing nothing for another week he'd
go crazy."—Detroit Free Press.
Independent.
"I'm going to quit, sir you're Wife
finds too much fault."
"Why, she treats you as well as she
does me!"
"I know it and#I don't htfve to stand
for It."—Houston Post.
Counteracting the Effects.
"Jack, you are an ardent devotee of
baseball, I notice."
"No but after I've talked golf all
afternoon I like to read about two col
umns of baseball talk to rest my head."
WHY SHE THOUGHT IT
APPEALED TO HERr
"Would you not like to fly with me
to some hidden part of the world,"
asks tbe enamored youth, "where the
false conventions of modern society
are things unknown, where the ham
pering requirements of our present
civilizatidn are unheard of, where the
people live near to nature's heart,
dreaming naught of our silly changes
of fashion, knowing naught of the al
lurements of hats and dresses and—"
"Oh, Harold!" exclaims the sweet
young thing. "Is there such a place?
Oh, how wonderful it would be to go
there!"
"Do you mean that would go?" he
cries, his voice thrilling with a won
drous upsurging of soul.
"Would I? It would be heavenly!
Think of being able to introduce all
the latest things in bridge and shirt
waists and bonnets among those wom
en, and make them all realize what
frightful back numbers they are!"—
Life.
Done Again.
"I bought your 'six best sellers,"'
said customer in the book store.
"Ah, indeed," replied the clerk,
with a smile "how did you like
them?"
"Well, I think you should abbrevi
ate your advertisement?"
"What do you mean?"
"Why, make it the 'six best •ells.""
—Chicago Daily News.
Side Lights on History.
Sir Isaac Newton had discovered the
law of gravitation.
"I'd like to see anybody get around
that?" he said.
Consulting the records and satisfy
ing himself that.no supreme court ever
had declared it unconstitutional, he
proceeded to divide it into sections.—
Chicago Tribune.
No Danger.
Mr. Gayboy (about to start on a
business trip)—I'll try to write to you
every few days, Maria, but if I should
be busy and a week or more pass'
without you're hearing from me you
needn't be alarmed.
Mrs. Gayboy—I shan't. I'll take the
children with me and hunt you up.—
Chicago Tribune.
An Old One.
"The Topeka State Journal says
that a Topeka woman kneads bread
with her gloves on."
"That puts it up to some country
editor to rise and remark that he
needs it with his pants on. This bit
of repartee goes the rounds of the
country press at least once a year."
—Houston Post.
Shrewd.
The burglars stole the perfume,
A rather strange event,
But Fetlock Holmes went on the ease
And traced them by the scent.
—Milwaukee Sentinel.
His Objection.
His Daughter—But what objection
hav3 you to Algernon, papa? He nei
ther gambles, smokes, chews, drinks
nor swears.
Her Father—Oh, it isn't what a man
doesn't do that counts. I want a son
in-law that does things.—Chicago
Dally News.
Beth Deplorable.
"It must be a dreadful thing to have
lived without ever having accom
plished anything," observed the young
professor.
'•Yes," said Miss Clipper, "almost
a.3 bad as to have lived without ever
having had any fun."—Detroit Free
Press.
Who Should Write Our Stories?
The Love story—Twain.
The English Story—London.
The Tearful Story—Paine.
The Creditor's Story—Hope.
The Baby Story—Howells.
The Newly Wed Story—Batcheller.
The Young Bud Story—Flower.
The Sarcastic Story—Cutting.—Life.
TO BE SURE.
The Man from the Furniture Mov
ers—I suppose you'll have this in the.
bathroom, sir?—London Sketch.
The Golf Tyro.
He shakes his club on high. His teeth are
set,
His face—in what strange shapes doth
anger twist it!
'Tis hard to hit the ball and harder yet
His feelings to express when he has
Missed it.
—'Wa»hington Star.
Foor Cook.
Bacon—Did your wife aver take
cooking lessons?
Egbert—Oh, yes.
"Did she ever make good?"
"No, not very good."—Yonkera
Statesman.
Flenty of It.
"There's poetry in everything," ob
served the poet.
"You're right," replied the editor.
"For instance, there's a basket full of
It over in the corner."—Royal,
MAKING GOOD PASTRY.
If People Will Bat Pastry, Delicacy
Must Be Very Carefully Prepared
—Some Directions.
Gocd pastry is not difficult to make
If a few simple rules be followed.
Of course, we all know that pies are
not, strictly speaking, as healthful for
dessert as fruits or simple puddings.
Still when made properly with the
best, of materials, any well-regulated
stomach ought to be able to digest
them, if not eaten more than once a
day.
Men, particularly, are very fond of
pie, and heartily indorse the senti
ment of the late Eugene Field which
he expressed in the following lines:
Your flavored creams and ices,
And yoijr dainty angel-food,
Arg mighty fine devices
To regale the dainty dude
Your terrapin and oysters,
With wine to wash 'em down,
Are just the thing for roysterers
When painting of the town
No flippant sugared notion
Shall my appetite appease,
Or bate my soul's devotion
To apple-pie and cheese!
Pastry is either plain paste, or puff,
paste, according to the amount of but
ter worked into it, says Belle Estes,
In the Prairie Farmer. The plain
paste, is used for pies and also for
the under crust of pies, and the putt
paste for the upper crusts
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pies, for
patties, tarts and cheese straws.
Pull Paste.-sjyash one cup of but
ter work one tablespoonful into two
cups of flour. Moisten to a still dough
with cold water. Knead on a floured
board. Cover and let stand five min
utes. Roll and fold in remainder of
the butter. Roll and fold again.
Continue until the paste has -been
rolled and folded five times. Let it
stand five minutes until you get your
pans ready. Then make your pie In
the ordinary manner with upper and
lower crust. However, I prefer to
use the plain .paste for the lower crust
and the puff paste for the upper. If
there is any of- the paste left it may
be kept sweet and good four or five
days, by rolling in a piece of cheese
cloth or an old napkin and putting it
in a cool place. If you do not care
to keep it over, make of the puff
paste some cheese straws or some
tarts.
To make the cheese straws, which
are delicious, roll the puff paste one
fourth of an inch thick sprinkle one
half of it with grated cheese fold
over and roll out repeat twice, add
ing cheese each time. Then cut in
strips six inches long and one-third
of an inch wide. They will almost
double in thickness in baking.
Make tarts by cutting three-inch
squares out of the paste brush over
with water and then bend the four
corners toward, but not quite to the
center bake and when cold put jam,
jelly or apple filling in the center.
The apple filling is inexpensive, deli
cious and easy to make. One cup of
flne apple sauce, two tablespoons of
butter, melted, one-fourth cup of
sugar, one-half teaspoonful of lemon
juice.
Plain Paste.—Mix thoroughly one
half cug of lard with one heaping cup
of flour and a little salt, then add
only enough, cold water to just hold
the dough together. Roll out half
the dough at a time on a lightly
floured board. All should be done as
quickly as possible, as the crust will
be more tender and flaky.
AGAINST CANNING TIME.
Get Everything Ready Before Putting
.Up Fruit—Test Bottles and
Covers.
Before commencing the work, have
all requisite utensils, vessels and ne
cessities at hand and perfectly clean.
Scales, jars, a strainer, jyilander,
skimmer, silver spoon, perforated
wooden spoon, preserving kettle, jelly
bag, measuring cup, funnel, tray, dish
pan, towels, holders, and plenty of
hot water and a big kitchen table.
For a small family select pint jars for
a large family, guart jars are better
than half-gallon. Do not use old,
stiff rubbers they are not safe. Fill
each jar full of water, seal and In
vert. If it: leaks, do not use it, no
matter how slight the leak. The
trouble may be with the rubber, or
the top, or some flaw in the jar top.
Remedy the evil if you can, but do
not attempt to use until all leakage is
stopped, using the rubber and top
with the jar that has been tested.
Canning must be done right or it is
but a waste of time and material.
Choose the cool, early morning for
the work of putting up, but it is best
to have the fruit gathered the night
before, and remember, that fruit
gathered on a rainy day, or while the
dew is on it, will not keep well, and
many find it almost, if not quite, im
possible to make such fruit "jell."
Fruits should be rather under-ripe
than over-ripe as it will make much
better preserves and jellies and keep
better, with better flavor. Remember,
too, that you can get out of the can
only what you put In it poor fruits
will make poor conserves.—The Com
moner.
Apple Custard Fie.
Apple-custard pie is a pleasing
change sometimes. Line the pie tin
with good paste, put in a layer of
thick stewed apples, then pour over
a custard made with the yolks of
three eggs,- three tablespoons of sugar,
a pinch of salt, a pint of milk, and a
grating or t^o of nutmeg. Bake with
a bottom crust only. Serve very cold.
When Stoning Raisins.
When stoning raisins, nib a little
butter on the fingers atd knife. It
will relieve the task of raisin-seeding
oi' its itickiness and discomfort.
EXCELLENT SANDWICHES.
There Are Sandwiches and Sandwiches
—Ones Here Given Not of Res
taurant Order.
The following .attractive recipes for
sandwiches appeared originally in the
Ledger Monthly:
Chicken or Turkey.—Cut cold roast
ed chicken or turkey into flne slices,
sprvad some thin slices of bread
wltfe a canape sauce put two slices
of bread together with a slice of
chicken between, trim the sandwiches
neatlj, cut them in
three-cornered
pieces and serve on a folded napkin
or spread the bread with butter, lay
on the chicken, spMnkle over a little
salt, lay over the other slice. When
they are all prepared In this way,
cut in round or diagonal pieces, and
serve on a folded napkin.
Another way is to mix two table
spoonfuls of butter with one table
spoonful of French mustard, spread
the slices of bread with the mustaVd
butter, put a slice of roasted chicken,
turkey, cold roasted veal or bulled
ham between two slices, and finish
the same as above.
Lettuce Sandwiches.—Spread some
thin slices of bread with a canape
sauce, put two or three young lettuce
leaves between cut then even all
around, theu into thvfce-coraered
pieces.
Club Sandwiches.—Hav* some bread
cut into flne slices and toasted to a
nicis brown color on to a slice lay a
crisp lettuce leaf, on to which put
two very thin slices of fried crisp
bacon, then a slice of turkey or roast
ed chicken, again a slice of boiled ham,
two small slices of crisp fried bacon,
last a lettuce leaf, find place on all
another slice of toast. Press, firmly
with the hand to pack It, then cut It
diagonally in half.
Sandwiches a la Brigum.—Cut 12
thin slices of bread mix four ounces
of butter with one tablespoonful of
English mixed mustard, spread this
over the slices of tread, lay on this
butter some finely chopped pickles,
dip some lettuce leaves in mayonnaise,
lay them over the pickles, and lay
over the lettuce leaves a thin slice
of chicken meat, then some more let
tuce leaves, mayonnaise and finely
chopped hard-boiled eggs cover with
a slice of buttered bread, trim them
neatly, and cut them in triangles, and
arrange the sandwiches on a folded
napkin.
SOME SALAD RECIPES.
A Nice Fruit Salad, a Pe?nut Salad,
One of Cabbage and Two Kinds
of Salad Dressing.
Fruit Salad.—Peel four oranges and
separate the lobes, cutting each iobe
into four pieces. Scald and blanch
and skin a cup of English walnut
meats, then dry the kernels and set
away to cool. Mix the oranges with
the kernels and add a half cup of
skinned white grapes. Set-all in the
ice for an hour, then heap on crisp
lettuce leaves and serve with mayon
naise dressing.
Peanut Salad.—Shell and skin roast
ed peanuts and soak for an hour in
salad oil. Drain, chop fine with half
as many pitted olives, and aa much
celery. Season with salt and pepper,
and scatter over leaves of crisp let
tuce. Serve with a cream dressing.
Cabbage Salad.—Choose white cab
bage and shred It. Set in the ice for
an hour, put into a chilled bowl and
serve with sour cream dressing.
Sour tJream Salad Dressing.—Set a
cupful of cream in the ice until- thor
oughly chilled, then beat for five min
utes, adding as you do so a table
spoonful of powdered sugar and a
half teaspoonful of lemon juice. Serve
at once.
Cream Dressing.—Beat two eggs
very light, add salt and pepper to
taste, half a teaspoonful of mixed
mustard and three tablespoonfuls of
whipped cream. Beat hard and
serve.—Farmers' Review.
NOTES FOR THE HOUSEKEEPER.
Butter will take the soreness from
a bruise and will often prevent dis
coloration.
Strips of stiff buckram sewed along
the edges of rugs will prevent their
curling up.
Try cooking spinach in bouillon in
stead of water and note the improve
ment in flavor.
Pulverized chalk, wet with am
monia will be found useful for remov
ing spots in a marble wash basin
caused by the dripping from the
faucet.
A recipe for paste that never dries
or sours is to add one teaspoonful of
powdered alum and ten drops of clove
oil to a pint of very smooth thick
paste.
Toasted bread is deemed excellent
even for invalids, a point in its favor
being that as a consequence of the
toasting process it makes less of a
tax upon the digestive functions than
does ordinary bread.
For Whitening Flannel.
For whitening flannel that has
grown yellow by long-lying or by fre
quent washing and wear, this is rec
ommended: Soak for an hour in a
weak solution of bi-sulphite of soda,
then press the water out and to it add
a little muriatic acid, stirring well
return the material to the solution,
stir it well and cover the vessel, let
ting it stand for 20 minutes after
this, take the flannel out and rinse
in several soft waters and dry in tho
sun.
Grease Spots on Wall Paper.
To remove grease spots from wall
paper: Mix pipe-clay with water to
the consistency of cream, spread it
on the spot and leave until the next
day, when it may be easily brushel
off. Repeat necessary.