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THE BUNNY SOUTH, ATLANTA. GEORGIA, OCTOBER 21 1893
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,j 0 l, D Greenleaf Whittier.)
HaV of life If 16 1® f a lfi n Kt
«t«D °b ID / h f a wiuds from unsunned Bpaces
pid 1D 1 ...
^^nK-es 0Dt Of the darkness calling
m t made my home of life so pleas-
flo«
who 1
» ut - , ». tenant when its walls decay;
W'^ o Helper ever present,
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„ when all else Is from me drlfting-
B £ e tn Some s picture, days of shade and
. H tS Me#s to my own uplifting
A Sre *hicn answers mine. ,
. th( * o Father! Let thy Spirit
1 have bat tnee.^ ^ p injfort and uphold;
So “ t of P«ari. no biases of P a »“ I merit,
^N'orstieet of shining gold.
lt if my good and ill unreckoned,
B An dboth lorglven througu thy abounding
iJZSf han(M familiar beckoned
faio iny titling place.
Hnme humble door among thy many mansions.
Some sheiteiing shade where sin and striving
And flow?forever through heaven’s green ex
pansions
Tde river of thy peace.
There from the music round about me stealing
I Mu would learn the new and holy song,
And Hud ai last, beneath thy trees of healing,
Tub life for which 1 long.
"Mury Wilson.”
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To one who observes her writings,
her simplicity, exceeding pureness in
thought and word, ana her unique
and strong originality of expression,
are evident, and therein exists true
eloquence.—Clara Fowler Leazar, in
Housekeeper.
A Chid* Am one V* Tskis Notes.
I am more fortunate than most
Housekeeper readers, not only in en
joying a personal friendship with our
beloved “Mary Wilson,” but in being
allowed the privilege of really know
ing her in her sweet home life; and I
have many times been tempted to tell
you some things that I know of her.
Could I do her justice in a pen-por
trait, I would esteem it one of the
greatest privileges of my life.
Mrs. Wycolf (‘ Mary Wilson”) was
bom under the shadow of the old ar
senal at Fayetteville, JM. C., March 5,
1S57. Her father, W. W. Frizell, was
or English descent; her mother, Mi
riam Weisiger, and her mother’s peo
ple, belonged to Fayetteville, N. C.,
and to Manchester, Va. Hers had
been a family of soldiers, but her
father died in ’01, shortly before the
recent war.
At Statesville, N. C., in 1874, Nellie
Frizell was married to John H. Wj-
coff. Their home for the past sixteen
years has been in the quiet village of
Mooresville, X. C. Four children have
been born to them, but there is one
little grave down in the churchyard
where lies buried a baby boy, “Ruby,”
their only son.
I hardly know how to describe her
to you, for it is the general impression
of & lovely woman, more than the love
liness of any one feature, that strikes
you.
She is tall, rather inclined to plump-,
ness, with an exceedingly graceful
carriage. Her large gray eyes that
look straight into yours with sweep-
mg la>hes, when not very, very earn
est, are always smiling. She has
brown, curly hair, and a voice that is
singularly low and sweet.
^be is a member of the M. E Church
^ouih, and a “King’s Daughter,” and
so consistently lives her religion that
fit r devotion to her family and friends
comes before everything else. Who
e'er is sick or in trouble comes na-
urally to her. Even the boys tell
f r t “®) r secrets, and the young peo-
Pe, following our Southern fashion,
ways call her ‘’Mies Nellie,” thus
aiming her as their own special
pa !. ’ and P r oud indeed is she of their
confidence.
, l ar y, v '’ ilson does not pretend to be
housekeeper, though she
; n Petered the art and is now teach-
0 her girls, more from a sense
hllI . i y than otherwise. Herpetsare
tnn and 1 thins they love her
ber . e never was one that
bloon.f t t P rive and do its very best
dlooming for her.
all kn» er Writin £ 3 » her real work, we
an know more or less. She writes
versed mit riaIa » ®hort stories and
diawt Ht-her specialty j s the ne g ro
“I lmhiH 1 ^ 13 Simply P er 4®°k
•rni mb ^ ed lt with the mUk of
oTo^’ Mar * aret > whose
e °* my treasures,”
my
Drab Mother Hubbard: If you
and the Householders will admit me
into your charming circle, I will
whisper to you one of my secrets. You
must promise to sympathize, and not
laugh.
1 was a contestant for one of the
short story prizes. I wrote the editor
such a nice letter, telling him I had
launched my frail bark on the stream
of competition, that was flowing into
the office of The Sunny Sqiuth.
But alas! it sailed into that old box
filled with squealing and groaning
MSS’. I do hope mine was the one
that kicked up such a rumpus in the
sanctum of our great Mogul.
Oh! if that office boy had only
weighed two hundred. It would have
served him right for not publishing
his requirements. How could any one
guess that a rolled MSS. would never
be opened, when one was a stranger to
the paper, and the announcement in the
Constitution did not give explicit di
rections. But I have had my revenge,
and time has healed my disappoint
ment, and as my effort introduced
such a pleasant visitor into my family
as the Sunny South. I cannot regret
it. I read the paper from start to fin
ish every week, except perhaps some
of the poetry.
I must confess I have no great fancy
for newspaper poetry. Whenever I
feel in a mood for poetry, I would
rather go to Campbell, Shaksoeare,
etc Now don”t all raise your broom
sticks at once, when I confess that I
do not like Paradise Lost as a whole.
There are passages of great beauty,
sublimity and grandeur, there are
others that seem to me to be ridicul
ous. For instance, the battle where
Lucifer is represented _ as tearing up
mountains and hurling them at
the enemies of the Lord. But
I presume that the poets of
today and Milton, will survive my
criticism, and still delight more ap
preciative readers.
Of all the contributors to the Sunny
South, I believe I like Bill Arp best.
His letters are full of quaint good hu
mor and common sense, and there is
such strong personality pervading
them, that himself, Mrs. Arp, the
girls, and little grandchildren, all
seem like old acquaintances.
I have enjoyed everything I have
ever read in the paper except three
lsttsrs*
The first was from a Northern girl
that gave an account of a negro wo
man’s amazing gratitude. Just to
think of a mother leaving her little
ohildren all day long, in the care of
others, and trudging through the
cold and snow four miles, to wait on
others who could pay her no wages
and all for a few cakes given occasion
ally to these same little children.
If the kind Northern lady
bad only added a few slices of ham, a
little fried ohicken, and a beef steak or
two she would have gone, but no! such
gratitude is so far beyond any thing i
ever heard or dreamed of; that I shall
not try to imagine how far she would
have gone, or what she would have
then done, to express her sense of
gratitude.
The next letter was from a kind,
sympathetic Mississippi lady, who
wished to get up relief and recogni
tion for the old slaves. Now I don’t
believe this lady gave a real thought
to the true situation of the South, hut
had her mind fixed upon some poor,
decrepid, forsaken old negro; and
truly, helpless old age of whatever
color is a pitiable sight. No she did
not think that our poor old maimed
soldiers, have but few houses in the
South to shelter them from the storm
of poverty.
My heart glows with pride when I
say that I have never known but one
who begged. The same high courage
that carried them through the carni-
Writ* wnr»v> .7 . » ouc oajTB*
and ^ as 1119 > perfect ease,
ch,ldr;n Lh l raCter8 are own brain
with fc>ome of them have lived
in mv ^ Ver Slnce I can remember,
Wii 80 n’ B, r , e . am world, where ‘Mary
My ver*^ Ud n0t • Mr8, w y° off lives.
amount of t Wlth0 . ut effort, and no
one rhyme’ ,hlnking Wl11 P roduce even
•ome'lovefvM? me ,i n p Peaking of
them ami r^R e ^ 3es ’ ttla t she “wrote
« the same !S° J ° hn ab0Ut taxes
amUotne onf* aZ « nes U8e her work *
their editors %h rme , 8t friends are
great man vdlr , als ° na “hers a
the “wrinnJ 1 ^'‘Khtfiil friends among
writing people.” 8
oause “t° m b^ plu “ e was ch <> 8 en be-
MteVj'JSl 1 t0 fathar’s
and pretty a 50 ^ eca,ise it i. simple
)36 picture is' val of death sustains them in the slow
she says. “I stepping trials of sickness and pover
ty. Never had a people so much to
contend against. They have already
paid mere money to the Northern sol
dier in pensions than the war indem
nity paid by France to Germany.
She has also paid equally as much to
educate negro children; and who can
tell, or even guess, how much the
Southern whites have lost through the
negro from bad debts and pilfering?
We give them the same advantages
that we do our white paupers. Tnis
ought surely to satisfy their best
friends.
The next letter was written by
a Georgia lady. Now, sisters,
how would you feel if some
daughter of yours should publish to
the world that she loved a negro nnrse
better than you. I know that I should
feel as if my life had been one huge
failureJS
As I read I could but wonder if the
fair writer had ever read the beauti
ful, touching words of our Saviour,
“Gome unto me all ye that labor, and
are heavy laden, and I will give you
rest.”
Dear Southern sisters, let ns cast all
our sorrows and trials at the feet of
this tender, all powerful friend; and
not spend our time in pathetic and
fruitless wailings; because we cannot
resit our heads upon the broad black
bosom of our departed negro nnlse.
I have been thinking for some time
of sending some war reminiscences, as
my husband was one of the soldier
boy 8. Au Re voir. Magnolia.
Will of Wore for October.
GRIDDLE CAKES.
Scald a pint and a half of sweet milk and
stand aside to cool; add a pint and a half
of Graham- flour, and beat until smooth.
Melt two ounces of batter and stir in with
half a cod of yeast and a teascoonfal of
salt; stand in a warm p. ace overnight.
In the morning heat three eggs, add to
the batter, let stand fifteen minutes and
hake on a hot, well-greased griddle.
CODFISH BALLS.
Pick two cupfuls of codfish into small
pieces, soak in cold water for half an hour,
drain and pour over boiling water, let
stand on the back of the stove for {fifteen
minntes. Drain and mix with two cap
fuls of cold, boiled, mashed potatoes, a
tablespoonfnl cf butter, two tablespoon
fuls of cream and a pinch of pepper.
Make into balls, dip first into beaten egg
and then in bread-crumbs and fry in boil
ing lard.
OMELET.
Break six eggs into a howl and give
twelve vigorous heats with a fork. Put a
teaspoonful of hatter in an omelet or very
smooth frying-pan, shake it over the fire
until melted, turn in tne eggs and shake
over a quick fire until they are well set;
sprinkle with salt and pepper; roil, ana
tarn oat on a hot dish.
BREAKFAST POTATOF.S.
PAre and slice half a dozen potatoes,
put in a sauce pan, cover with boiling
water, to which add a teaspoonful of salt,
let boil ten minutes, drain, pour over a
pint of sweet milk, let boil until the po
tatoes are done. Bab a tablespoonfnl of
batter and two of flour together; stir in
the potatoes, season with pepper and serve
vary hot.
VERMICELLI SOUP.
Take a four-pound, tender young chick
en, pat whole in a soup-kettle with three
quarts of cold water, stand over a moder
ate fire and let come to a boil. Skim, and
let boil for two hours; take up the ohicken
and sec to keep warm. Add one small
onion and a sprig of parsley to the soap,
with four ounces of vermicelli; let boil
fifteen minutes; season with salt and pep
per and serve.
BOILED CHICKEN—EGG SAUCE.
Take np the chioken, garnish with
parsley and serve with egg sauce.
EGG SAUCE.
Melt a tableapoonf al of butter, add a
tablespoonfnl of flour and mix smooth;
thin with a half a pint of milk, and stir
until boiling. Chop the whites of two
hard-boiled eggs, masb the yolks and stir
in.
SALMON SALAD.
Open a pound can of salmon, pick free
from bones and skin. Cover the bottom
and sides of salad-bowl with fresh lettuce
leaves, put the salmon on them and pour
over half a pint of mayonnaise dressing.
CAUIFLOWER.
Pick off the onter leaves, cat off the
stem olose to the bottom of the flowers;
wash well in cold water and let soak for
one hour Tie in a thin cloth, Btand in a
kettle of water, add a teaspoonful of salt
and let boil for twenty minutes. When
done, lift out of water, remove the cloth,
staud the cauliflower in a deep, round
dish, and serve with cream -sauce.
STUFFED POTATOES.
Boil a dozen potatoes; when done, cat
the tops off. scoop .out the potato, mash
and mix with two tableapoonf als of but
ter, half a cupful of boiling milk, a te&-
spoonfal of salt and half a teaspoonful of
pepper. Beat until light, add the beaten
whites rf two eggs; fill the skins with the
mixture, heaping it on the top, brush over
with the yolks of the eggs and sec in the
oven to brown.
OKRA AND TOMATOES.
Wash a quart of okra and out in thin
slices, peel a pint of tomatoes, and slice;
pat in a granite kettle and let simmer gen
tly for half an nour; season with salt,
pepper and tablespoonfnl of batter.
SWEET-POTATO PUDDING.
Grate raw sweet-potatoes to fill a quart
measure, mix with three cupfuls of sugar,
one cnpfnl of batter, half a cupful ef flour,
a quart of milk and four eggs; flavor with
excract of lemon. Tarn into a greased
padding dish and bake until brown; serve
with wine-sauce.
CHICKEN SALAD.
Pick the meat from the bones of the
boiled chicken left from dinner, cut into
small pieces, put into a salad-bowl with
half as muen as chopped celery as there is
chicken; pour over mayonnaise dressing;
garnish with celery tips, and rings of
hard-boiled eggs.
CINNAMON BUNS.
Sift a quart of floor, mix with a cnpfnl
of sugar, a cnpfnl of sweet milk, half a
cnpfnl of butter, four eggs well beaten,
and one cnpfnl of yeast. Knead well, cat
oat in large, round biscuits, spread the
tops with sugar and ground cinnamon; let
rise and bake.
Xuu B. Pause.
The greatest university is Oxford. It
has twenty-one colleges and five halls.
Etod* Venn* BiUoa*.
Strange that our srong-minded hus
bands and brothers have worn stnds so
long and found them so superior to but
tons, and we women have congratulated
ourselves upon having no longer the un-
E ieaeant duty of sewing theirs on, and yet,
ave not generally learned to use them
upon our own olothing! I have found
tbe small, mother-of pearl, three-eighths-
of-an-iuch size stnds a labor-saving me
dium, and very (satisfactory. The two
buttonholes in eacn place instead of one
being accomplished in the new garment,
and there is bo more annoyance on the
score of fastenings. Corset-covers and
night-dresses need hardly be looked at
when they come io from the wash; but
tonholes do not show wear until the gar
ment is very old; but those dreadful
little three-cornered holes that the button
wilLmake, under the influence of a seven
pound iron and a strong ring arm, are
most depressing, and hard to mend neat*
lyl Get then, tbe stnds, and having a
piece of narrow “baby” ribbon, or tape,
sow the studs down tbe side of it, allow
ing a little more distance between each on
the ribbon than there is between the holes
in the garment; put them in the clean
garment from the wrong side, and the
ribbon does not show, but it is a sure
guard against dropping a single one,
which, if we believe said brothers and
husbands, is sure to roll under the bureau
or to some unget-at-able place, to the ut
ter subversion of morals and good temper.
The rash into the Cherokee strip the
other day was attended by many amusing,
as well as some tragic incidents* One of
the former was the raoe made by Miss
Billa C. Harbor for a lot in the town of
Perry. She was on the first train, and
before it arrived at Perry announced her
determination to jump ont cf the window.
Tbe men cheered her and two strong Tex
ans helped her ont and held her suspended
until the train was opposite the business
street of the town, the train running fast,
when they pitched her ont fifteen feet.and,
landing on h*>r feet, she ran and placed
herself on a fine business lot worth $1,000.
Mrs. George Williams, from western Okla
homa, ran half a mile from Perry with a
baby in her arms, and secured a good res
idence lot, outrunning dozens of men, who
cheered her lustily as she passed them.
A certain modest young woman, em
ployed as clerk and stenographer by a
New York attorney, proved herself fully
equal to an emergency which suddenly
presented itself last month. The lawyer
was absent in Brooklyn, in attendance
upon court. When the hour set for his re
turn came and passed, his clerk decided
that he must be unavoidably detained,
and almost an once reached a second deci
sion in consequence.
There was a motion in a case in which
her employer was an attorney pending in
the Supreme Court, and its hearing before
Judge Lawrence was set down for that
morning.
The motion must be on at the moment,
she thought, and seizing the papers, she
hurried over to the court room, reaching
it just as the case was called Almost
breathless, she stood np, obtained a hear
ing, and stated her case.
The Judge listened, smiled and granted
the motion in her favor, and the sensible
girl walked ont of court, followed by a
craning of necks among the lawyers to
catch a glimpse of her.
Miss Elizibeth T. Abel was sent to
Chicago by the New Century Guild, of
Philadelphia, to show the process of mak
ing stained glass windows. Miss Abells
in the Process Boom in the Woman’s
Building, and here is the only demonstra
tion of the kind in the Exposition. The
entire process is shown, by making
tbe design to cementing and pol-
shing the finished piece. The
teaching of this work as an industry ,for
women was stated in the New Century
Guild, and here Miss Abel acquired the
technical part of her profession, her whole
business being that of interior decoration
from original design- Tae Guild’s Organ,
tbe Working Woman’s Journal says:
“The exhibit attraots much attention at
the fair. Some of the comments are oom-
ical. For a while people thought the glass
was petrified wood. Then they got it in
to their heads that it was waxwork; pat
terns for lace. One day two women came
along; they looked awhile, and one said:
“Oh, I see! She’s making patterns for
doylies.’ The other said, ‘Why, how can
she do it? She has nothing to oopy from!’
Bnt one small boy beat them all. *1 see
what she is doing; she is making corn
plasters ”
GERMANY SEEN WITHOUT SPEC
TACLES;
Or Random Sketches of Various Sub
jects.—Penned From Different
Standpoints In the Empire.
BY HENRY RUGGLES,
Ltte United States Consul at the Island of
Malta, and at Barcelona, Spain.
2d Elition, Fine Clotb, Pries - - $150.
“In ‘Germany seen without Spectacles,"
by Henry Buggies, we have a really
unique and original book of travels—some
thing which is a cross between Mark
Twain and the guide-book statistics—a
book written from the common-sense
standpoint, yet full of gravely delightful’
humor. Absolutely free from either pre-
tence or prejudice, his book is one to be
ez> j >yed by the moat blase traveler and
reader of travels; it is one with ’points’
for both the poetic and the practical; one
that is humorous without being silly, and
that contains a good-natured chronicle of
pleasant happenings without being a Eu
ropean rhapsody.”—The Critic (New
York).
“Tne book is altogether one of the most
interesting additions to the literature of
foreign travel which has lately appeared.
It is not a mere surface picture of places
and things. His sketches of student and
professional life in a university town are
admirable. Tne national beer habit, with
its occasional excesses, are shown np in a
way to astonish ths untravelled Ameri
can. . . . Mr. Baggies is also much of
a humorist, and his sketch of Heidelberg
going to a fire is as fanny as anything
Mark Twain ever wrote.”—Springfield
Republican.
“His startling and thrilling description
of student-duels at Heidelberg, of whioh
he was an eye-witness, is worth the price
of the book, and shows that the brutali
ties of oar Irish pugilists are paralleled by
the cruel usages of German universities.
The book is enlivened by a vein of gen-
u ne humor. The descriptions of a fire at
Heidelberg, a horse race at Baden-Baden,
an American student's fracas in a beer-
garden, etc , etc , are worthy of Art emus
Ward.”—Woman’s Journal.
WHAT BAB IS TIRED OF.
I am tired of tbe coming woman who
never gets there.
I am tired of the men who don't take
care of women.
I am tired of selfishness, envy, and
the worship of the dollar.
I am tired of women who refuse to
make the country greater by bearing
C lildren.
I am tired of hearing Providenoe
blamed for our own stupid blunders.
I am tired of the woman speaker,
the club woman, and the woman whose
mission is apparently to promulgate
bad manners.
I am tired of rude children with dia
mond rings on their fingers and im
pudent words on their tongues.
I am tired of politicians’ promises
that are never kept.
J am tired ot the belief that says the
Kitchen amounts to nothing and the
olnb room a great deal.
I am tired of the type of woman who
prides herself on not knowing what
she eats, and who looks it; on not
Knowing what she wears, and who is
in consequence a scarecrow; on not
knowing what she calls the smallness
es of life.
Now these smallnesses inolude
agreeable men, amiable babies, affec
tionate dogs, singing canaries, boxes
of sweetmeats, good novels, and most
important of all, good temper.
She can have all the big things of
life, if I only may have the little ones;
she hasn’t the remotest idea how ab
solutely tiresome she is, but [ am sure
if a vote were taken, all of the men
and half of the women would agree in
the opinion ot her expressed by
Frogs and toads lay numbers of small
esg«. They are dropped in the water Hke
fisu spawn in long clusters or strings. The
Surinam toad carries her eggs soldered
together like a honeycomb on her baok*
The Aliphee carries them between its
legs rolled np in a bunch.
Sweet and*Dainty Dishes
For
The Dinner and Supper Tables
Can always be prepared quickly
by using
Dr. Price’s
Cream Baking Powder
It is distinguished as being the only pure Cream of Tartar
Baking Powder free from ammonia, alum, lime or any othei
adulteration. All other baking powders leave traces of alkali
or acid in the food. Dr. Price’s is without a rival and is
indispensable where the finest as well as the most wholesome
food is desired.