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Origin of Hull House Shops.
The beginning of the now famous shops of Hull House, Chicago, which have done so much for the immigrant work men, was in a very simple little incident. It is told in The Housekeeper for Sep tember. A workman living in the congested and unattractive portion of Chicago, close to Halstead street, and who, in his mother country, had been a wood carver, de termined to make the entrance to his bare apartments more attractive, and to devote his leisure moments to offer ing a humble tribute to the art he loved. Accordingly, he began carving the front door of his dwelling, hoping to give it a touch which should link him with the old and more artistic associations across the water. The work was carefully and lovingly done and was watched with joy and admiration by the members of his family and neighborhood. But the joy was short-lived. His practical American landlord appeared up on the scene, and was horrified at the act of vandalism. A good, serviceable, factory-made door had been wantonly cut and defaced by his workingman’s tools, and it must be paid for or the premises vacated. Fortunately for the stunned artisan, Miss Jane Adams, of Hull House, learn ed of the matter, and, as usual, arranged terms of peace. But the little incident set her to thinking. a Whv,” she asked indignantly, “do we go to foreign coun tries and admire the quaint native crafts of those lands, and overlook or ridicule them when the same workmen come to our shores?” The more Miss Adams thought of the matter, the more possi bilities it seemed to develop. She saw plainly that this country might distinct ly profit bv encouraging the artisans who come here to pursue their former work instead of crowding into factories or taking up the work of common la borers upon the streets. She realized, too, as her main incentive, that such encouragement would be a direct uplift to the artisans themselves. Tt is one thing to dream of things which might be done, it is another thing to do them. Though Miss Adams may, hv her own confession, have been for long years a dreamer, she long since gave up dreaming for doing. She went about among the women in the neigh borhood of the settlement, and soon found ample proof that her theory was correct. Among them was a Syrian who owned, and knew how to use, one of the old spinning wheels of her native land. She found an Irish woman who understood the handling of flax from tlm field to the woven linen. Se found potters who could turn the potters’ wheel and form shapes in clay that were worthy of recognition. She found metal workers and designers. The happy re sults of the effort are well known. The seed that was sown by the workingman’s chisel upon his door panels has certainly borne remarkable fruit. House Dresses. A woman who does not provide her self with neat and comfortable work dresses makes a mistake. It is possible that most of the day is spent in some form of house work, and onlv a little while in rocking chairs, so garments suitable for the work and of the day should be thought of. It is not enough that pretty shirtwaists and well-fitting skirts be provided for the times when we go out or when company comes. And old finery makes most unsuitable and uncomfortable work clothes. Neither the old-time Mother Hubbard nor the new-fashioned kimona is suitable for wear in the kitchen or while wielding the broom. They were never intended for that. They each have filled a place in the bed-room, but it is another style of dress which is required for work. The best way to make a work dress is a blouse and skirt that are joined by a narrow belt, thus making a one-piece garment. Made of any washable .ma terial, slightlv open or square at the neck, and with elbow sleeves, such a dress is both neat in appearance and comfortable above all others. There is no coming apart at the waist line, and no sleeves to roll up. Try the blouse and skirt put together in this way and you will adopt, the ideal work dress. Of course, they may be made either open in front or back.—Southern Agricultur ist. WARD’S RHODE ISLAND REDS The Greatest Utility Breed of the 20th Century. We have nearly a thousand early hatched pullets and cockerels from which to select nice Utility, Breeding or Exhibition stock. Write us just what you want and we will make you prices that are right. All birds are farm raised, so are naturally strong and vigorous. Satisfaction Guaranteed. Send for free circular. LAKEMONT POULTRY FARM, WINTER PARK, FLORIDA. C. FRED WARD, Prop., The New Boy’s Motto. We found, in a Sabbath School paper, but credited to “Exchange,” a short story which has such a good lesson for both boys and girls that we copy it for this department, hoping that some of the children may take it to heart. It is as follows: After Halstead Murray and Roger Barnes left school, they each applied for a place in the First National Bank in Hughestown, the small city where they lived. Roger got the place and came around to tell Halstead about it. “Sorry for you, old fellow,” he said cheerfully; “but there was only one place, you see, and I had the pull. You know Mr. Stevens is one of the directors, and my uncle worked for him for years. Uncle Sam said a good word for me, and there I am.” Mr. Murray was blacking his shoes when Halstead told him of Roger’s visit. He finished the side of the shoe he was rubbing, and then, as he dipped his brush in the blacking box again, he asked with a quizzical smile: “What did you say to that?” “Why,” Hal laughed a little, “I said I was glad for him. That was all. There seemd nothing else to say.” “That’s right,” said the father as he fell to rubbing the other shoe. “We’ll have to try to catch hold of some other rope, boy.” But no other opening appeared, and Halstead was feeling ratner blue, when he received a card one day asking him to call at the bank. He went promptly, and came back with the great news that Roger had left and he was engaged in Roger’s place. A week afterwards he found his cousin Clara at the table when he came home, a little late, to dinner. “How’s banking?” she began. “I can only tell you about ice banks,” returned Hall, cutting his beef soberly. “I’m an ice chopper, ma’am. Been at it all morning.” Clara looked puzzled. “Why, your mother said you’d gone into the First National.” “I’m hardly in,” he said. “I’m rather an outside clearing house. It’s stormed nearly all the time for a week, you know, and my part of the banking busi ness is to keep the bank steps and side walk cleared.” Clara smiled. “I see,” she said, “be ginning at the lowest round, and all that sort of thing. Too low down for Roger, wasn’t it ?” “Roger says,” replied Hal, “that he told Mr. Peters that he could shovel snow anywhere. He came there to learn banking.” “How about you?” Clara persisted. Halstead hesitated. Then he opened his watch at the back and passed it across the table. Engraved on the inner cover were the words “Obey orders.” “Father and mother had that put on when they gave me the watch, two years ago,” he said. A Medicine Cabinet. It is possible that something of this kind has been recommended in this de partment before, but it is such an im portant matter that it will bear repeat ing. The cautions about poison should be impressed upon every member of the household. A correspondent of The In diana Farmer says: When I lived in the city, I found if T wanted any medicine or drug, all I had to do was to get on the car and ride to the drug store, or telephone for it. But when I got back in the country I found it was quite different, when sick ness came suddenly. We who live in the country need some thing for use in the case of emergency, THE FLORIDA AGRICULTURIST. and the best thing I ever saw in this line was a beautiful old-fashioned clock, such as our grandfather began house keeping with, turned into a medicine cupboard. In it were found cotton-bat ting bandages, all cut and rolled, lini ment, salve, a roll of flannel, and many other essential things. Every article was labeled, and special attention was paid to poisons. This can not be emphasized too much. I have in mind a young friend who took an overdose of patent medicine which contained a poison, and for months she has suffered untold agony. Another, a case of a young man near here, who by mistake took carbolic acid. There is a terrible loss of human life as a result of pure carelessness in handling poisons, especially where there are children. It is best to have a good supply of medicine on hand, but have a place to keep it, and see that it is put there, and not where someone will get it for something else, or trouble will follow. To Dress and Prepare a Chicken for the Table. Keep in coop and feed no bread or grain for at least twelve hours before dressing, that there may be nothing in the craw that would give to the meat an offensive odor. If rainy or cold wea ther, dress it indoors. Have water boil ing. Wring the neck until you feel it break, but do not pull head off. Put one quart of boiling water and a dipper ful of cold water into a lard pail, or other deep vessel. Hold the chicken by the head and press it down a moment, then raise it and try the feathers; if loose, remove it and insert the head. Now remove and quickly rub off feathers, scarf-skin and all; if scalded before it quits kicking, rub briskly before it gets cool; there will not remain a hair or pin feather, and hence need no singing. Wash, cut off wings, legs and “pully bone,” holding the head toward the en trails, cut along the backbone through the ribs to the neck on each side, and get two nice pieces of “breast.” Cut the neck into two pieces. Unjoint the back and take out the oil bag. Wash all the bloody pieces, rub salt on well. To Fry —Have grease hot, pepper and dip in batter made of flour and water. Cover until brown, turn and brown, add a spoonful of water to produce a steam. Cover to keep steam in and to soften the chicken. To Make the Gravy—After removing the chicken stir a spoontul of flour and a pinch of salt and pepper into the hot grease, pour into bowl. Then put a cup of sweet milk into the frier and let come to a boil, then pour into the bowl and stir, and serve while hot. Ashland, Ala. - ■ I have heard of a village in New York where a certain day of the week is set apart as “cabbage day,” and upon that day nobody is at home to anybody else. This seems a good plan, but all villages are not so systematic, and so, despite the asseverations of the cooking teach ers that there is no need for cabbage to smell at all, the dwellers in small city houses are often mortified at feel ing that a caller can guess, from the front door, what the family dinner is 1 to be. I have lately learned a great j scheme—to set beside the cabbage pot ' a small cup of vinegar where it will o’entlv simmer. This done, the lady at the front door will not preserve a deli cate reticence, but will ask, in the very moment of greeting, “Ob, what good things are you cooking!” For the aroma of cabbage and boiling vinegar mingles into a fine counterfeit of the smell of pickles cooking.—Farm Journal. How Man Was Made. A man who is in position to know tells us that, according to Eskimo tradi tion, the first man was made, not from the dust of the earth, but from a piece of chewing gum. Woman was made first and had for some time enjoyed her com panionless existence and the right to chew gum unmolested and unreproved. One day the first woman was lying on a couch of furs chewing gum. Growing weary, she took the gum from her mouth and idly formed it into the fashion of a man. Then she fell asleep, and upon awakening found that the breath of life had been breathed into her chewing gum man. She was pleased with him and he was allowed to remain, and so the world began to be peopled.—Southern Agriculturist. \ Fertilizer for Wheat. In some parts of the East farmers are giving up wheat growing. Many of them think it useless to try and compete with the newer and richer soils of the West. Many argue that wheat growing is profitable only on new and rich soil. Mir. C. R. McKen zie, of Wiestfield, New Brunswick, undertook to see if by the use of chemical fertilizers on poor soil he could not compete with Western grain fields. He selected a piece of dark loam, slightly gravelly soil which had had no fertilizer for ten years. It had been in grass, and farmers can readily understand its poor condition for grain. In order to test the soil, Mr. McKenzie used nothing on one part of the field. On another part he used Thomas Phosphate to supply phos phoric acid and nitrate of soda to sup ply nitrogen. On another part he used the phosphate and the nitrate and in addition, muriate of pot ash. The object of this was to see which element was the key to a wheat crop on that soil. Potash gave the yield. The answer was clear, as the .following figures show: Yield of Increase Plot grain over no per acre fertilizer 1 No Fertilizer 10 bu. 9 j 600 lbs. Thomas Phosphate I , Ifi . 2 i 180 lbs. Nitrate of Soda < 25bu - 15 bu ( 600 lbs. Thomas Phosphate ) 3 -< 180 lbs. Nitrate of Soda >4O bu. 30 bu. (120 lbs. Muriate of Potash \ The natural soil gave only io bush els. The phosphate and the nitrate brought the yield to 25 bushels, but when the potash was added there was an increased yield of 16 bushels per acre. It is evident that this increase was directly due to the potash, and when we compare the cost of the pot ash with the price received for 16 bushels of wheat we see that few other farm investments could have paid so well. Consider the price of wheat and straw on an East ern farm and it is plain that no Western wheat field can compare acre for acre with such a yield as 40 bush els. The main reason why some Eastern farmers say that wheat will not pay is because they use the wrong kind of fertilizer. They use a smell of nitrogen,# a peck of phosphoric acid and a pinch of potash. No won der their yield is poor. Mr. McKen zie’s experiment shows why. The wheat crop demands potash. If the soil will not supply it the fertilizer must do so. ■ TEN WEEKS FOR TEN CENTS. Until further notice we will send the Agri culturist ten weeks for 10 cents to new sub scribers only. 13