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Talks on Timely Topics
ODAT Is the first birthday
anniversary of The Sunny
South—dating from the
beginning of Its new man
agement. Today it took on
a new lease of life; but
then it also Is twenty-seven
years since The Sunny
South began its existence.
The south has been the
cradle and the grave of so
many titerary publications
during the last forty years
that now the announcement
of the birth of a new periodical calls
forth a prophetic groan from the people
and a cynical flip from the newspaper
wit
True It is that nearly all these publica
tions perished in the cradle. The Sunny
South has been one of the very' few
survivals of the fittest. It has passed Its
majority, and is now progressing toward
a prosperous middle age.
Many were the vicissitudes It encoun
tered. Its originator. Colonel John Seals,
had the courage of his convictions. He
believed that the south would sustain a
family Journal shaped to suit its peculiar
views and tastes. Accordingly he spent
all his small capital at the outset in get
ting out a grand illustrated specimen
number. After this he trusted to luck
and pluck, the former proving a ca
pricious helper. For a time The Sunny
South’s fortunes were like those of a
venturous boat In squally weather—now
riding the waves’ crest and now in their
trough.
But the paper developed staying quali
ties. Its proprietor kept to his motto
borrowed from the west. "Show a whole
coat In front, no matter if you have a
patch on the back." The Sunny South
made friends everywhere. It had been
published from the first on the idea that
what the south needed as a family paper
was no cold, formal sheet, but one that
had In It some of the warmth of south
ern hearts and southern chimney corners
—a touch of cordial personality and even
of the proverbial southern lack of order
and precision.
The paper’s course has followed this
Idea since it has passed Into its present
able and experienced hands. It has an
Individuality. It alms to represent the
southern people, not only in their mate
rial Interest, but In sentiment, spirit and
aspiration. What It asks is the love of
the people. This Is its breath of life.
To be received at southern firesides with
the loving welcome accorded to an old
friend. Its virtues prized, its shortcomings
overlooked. Its purpose understood and
appreciated, that is what The Sunny
South asks and hopes for today from its
increasingly wide circle of patrons. That
each one of these friends will wish the
• old paper a hearty godspeed on its mo
mentous birthday Is the belief of one
who rocked the cradle of The Sunny
South In Its infancy.
Florida White
No matter how many of the wives
and daughters of American money kings
and political potentates may be present
at the coronation of King Edward, not
one of them will represent American
womanhood more fully than It was repre
sented at the crowning of Edward's
mother by the beautiful and gracious
southern woman who was known through
out Europe as "Florida White."
No American woman has ever been the
recipient of so much attention and friend
ship from reigning princes and famous
literary personages as this one. But
though she was the daughter of a distin
guished state governor and the wife of a
cultured and moderately wealthy con
gressman—Colonel White, of Florida—she
owed her great distinction to her own
personality. It was said of her; "She
conquered the world of her day by the
charm of her femininity.”
Before going abroad with her husband
She captured Washington society by her
extraordinary beauty and fascination of
manner. In London she was the most
admired guest at Victoria's first draw
ing room, and dined wfth the young queen
the following day. Tom Moore wrote a
poem to her and gave her the name of
“the rose of Florida.” She often break
fasted with Rogers, and she received the
homage of all the wits and artists of that
day. including the cynical Talleyrand.
While In London she knew and be
friended Louis Napoleon, then a fugitive
from France, and in desperate straits of
fortune. As the "under dog” in the fight
with Fate, he enlisted the sympathies of
the warm-hearted southerner, and she re
fused to turn the cold shoulder to him.
as she was counseled to do by a certain
haughty duchess, who, in after years,
when Louis Napoleon was emperor of
France, petitioned Florida White to ob
tain for her an entree at the Imperial
court.
When Mrs. White went with her hus
band to France she became the friend
of Queen Hortense and was accorded spe
cial grace by Emperor Napoleon's mother.
She passed weeks of intimacy with Queen
Caroline of Naples, who. after Florida
White's return to America, sent her as a
souvenir a model in bronze of her high
ness' hand—“the most beautiful hand in
all Europe.”
By special invitation she—the beauty
of the present—visited Mme. Ricannier,
the beauty of the past; and finally she
was granted a privilege never accorded
to any woman who is not a princess of
royal blood. She was presented to Pope
Gregory at a private interview and was
received by him with distinguished fa
vor.
All this was the tribute to lovable wom
anhood—to the charm of beauty and of a
sweet, gay and gracious manner—the
flower of a happy and kindly heart.
There was no. prestige of high rank,
great wealth or brilliant achievement, to
call forth this homage. There was only
"the genius of pleasing to perfection."
That the adulation of two worlds failed
to spoil this noble, sensible, though child
like woman was proved in after years.
Fo,r tfme brought tremendous changes to
Florida White. In her later years she
was bereft of her husband, she lost her
fortune and lost her beautiful home.
Casablanca, in Florida, chiefly through
reverses brought About by the civil war.
But she did not lose her serenity of soul
and her loveliness of character. She
kept up old friendships by bright and
sympathetic letters. She remembered her
old slaves with gifts and kind words.
She adapted herself to changed conditions
with cheerfulness and grace.
It wa3 at period of her life that
I knew h« JBhe was in Chattanooga
visiting a nidc* who invited me to spend
a week with her distinguished guest.
It was a week full of enjoyment to me.
This wonderful woman retained in her
memory a store of interesting and dra-
hlstorical personages which ought never
to have been allowed to perish with
her. She related these delightfully—
without the least affectation or effort at
effect. She retained the childlike un
consciousness and gentle dignity that had
always distinguished her. One evening,
at a little reception, she graciously con
sented to recite the poems written to her
by the poet Moore. She rendered it with
much grace and expression.
She was then 78 years old. but one
never thought of her age when with her.
Mrs. Margaret Sangster, who met her in
Washington a year previous to this, wrote
concerning her appearance at a quiet
luncheon party:
"When the guest of honor arrived, we
saw a really magnlflcent^old lady. Sim
ply dressed, but very queenly, very tall,
with great luminous, light-brown eyes
under dark eyebrow's and long dark
lashes, although the waves of her hair
were silenced. Her features were deli- j
cate as if carved in ivory; her color made
you think of moonlight and her expres
sion was beatific. Old as she was, and
impossible as It seems, she was still ab
solutely lovely.”
The wonder of it was the perfect sweet
ness with which she had met the great
change from the days of her social queen-
dom and the attractions that made every
one still recognize in her not only the
beauty of two worlds, but the charm
of all womanhood.
Our Wild Trees and Shrubs
though the sunset had spilled its splen
dors upon them; but now—
But small boy and the darkey discov
ered that great bunches of honeysuckle
blossomy would bring a few pennies in
the street, and they have destroyed al
most the last vestige of this beautiful
shrub.
The same is true of the sweet shrub,
dear to oldtime Ben Bolts, who brought
them by the hatful to their sweet Alices
to put in their bosoms. Ruthless hands
have broken off the branches of these
deliciously perfumed wildings and they,
too, are gone.
Christmas and the Christmas tree fur
nish an excuse for destroying the once
abundant holly and mistletoe. These will
soon be no more. The graceful, beauti
ful bamboo—wild smilax—and the ever
green yellow Jessamine are being torn
from their supporting trees wherever
they can be found to decorate festive
halls both at home and in northern cities,
to which they are sent in quantities.
The woodbine, the trumpet vine, the
wild grape and wild clematis are rapidly
becoming obselete.
Oh! the pity of it! Our school chil
dren should be taught to know and love
these beautiful, beneficent wild things,
and to cherish and preserve them. There
should be societies for the preservation
of wild trees and shrubs all over the
land. When they are gone, they can
never be replaced, and the world will lose
so much of grace and beauty and benefi
cence.
With The Household
With the stirring of the sap in the roots
of the winter-sleeping trees, the village
and neighborhood improvement clubs
should also begin to stir. It is to be
hoped they will plant more native Bhrubs
and trees around their homes and about
the .parks, squares and public buildings—
particularly the school houses—of towns
and neighborhoods.
There should be not merely one, but
several arbor days in the south—days
devoted to careful transplanting and re
planting of the beautiful trees and shrubs
of the woods—or to learning about those
and caring for them in their native hab
itats.
There are still some beautiful wild
trees, shrubs and vines of which too little
is known, and to whose preservation not
a thought Is given. The deliciously fra
grant crab apple, the wild prune, the
wild cherry, the black and red haw tree—
these, alas! have nearly all vanished
from our woods. Even the once ubiquit
ous persimmon tree that figures in old-
time negro songs and ’possum anecdotes
is fast disappearing. The white ash (old
man’s beard), the dogwood, the cucum
ber tree, the red maple, the beautiful tu
lip tree—miscalled the poplar, which, next
to the magnolia, is our grandest and
most peculiarly American tree—these glo
rious trees, beloved of the breeze and the
bird, are fast vanishing before the ruth
less ax of the land clearer.
With them are departing the tribes of
beautiful flowering shrubs and vines—the
splendid azalla and kalima (honeysuckle)
with clusters of blossoms whose colors
ranged from palest sea shell pink to
gorgeous crimson, orange and flame color.
These were wont to be the first banners
that spring flung forth when she came
over the hills.
There was a time when the hillsides
all about Atlanta looked in May as
Twin Sisters In tHe Lecture Field
T HE spring lecture
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south presents a dis
tinctly novel feat
ure-twin sisters on
the platform, tak
ing opposite sides
on the live question
of today as to
whether the mate
rial or the idea!
should be supreme
in human life and
conduct. These fair
lecturers belong to
one of the most
prominent families
of Tennessee, being
daughters of Rev.
N. G. Taylor and
sisters of Alf Tay
lor and "Our Bob,"
ex-governor of Ten
nessee, famous as
orators, who met
each other on the
hustings in friendly
rivalry. Their twin
sisters, Mrs. Eva
Jobe and Mrs! Rho-
da Reeves, are true
representatives of
the Taylor and
Haynes families.
Mrs. Jobe is a bru
nette and the image
of her father: Mrs.
Reeves a blonde and
the picture of her
mother, who was a
Boa Taylor Jobe.
TQxoda Taylor beeves.
sister of Loudor C. Haynes, confederate states senator from Tennessee during the
civil war. They were born in Carter cou nty, Tennessee; spent their early girlhood
in Washington, where the family resided while their father was a member of
congress. They attended schools in that city and at Pennington seminary, New
Jersey. On the return of the family to Tennessee they attended Grant university
at Athens.
In temperament and disposition they are as dissimilar as in personal appear
ance. While Mrs. Jobe realizes that life is real and earnest, yet she persists in
throwing dull care to the winds and takes an optimistic view of life. She can tell
a joke nearly as well as her brother Bob. On the other hand, Mrs. Reeves, while
not a pessimist by any means, notes the shadow as well as the sunshine in life,
given to mirth and jollity only when provoked by her twin 1 sister or some other
jovial companion.
Mrs. Jobe resides on Watauga river, near Ellzabethton, end Mrs. Reeves 12
miles distant, near Johnson City, Tenn. They will m^je a tour of Texas, return
ing thfough Arkansas. • - - - - >•
Women and the Home
NE of the most charming ex
hibits at the Pan-American
was the model nursery.
Every mother looked at it
with longing eyes, but with
all Its prettiness it was not
so expensive that any
mother of moderate means
could carry out Its sugges
tion.
The walls were covered
with course canvas or bur
lap. painted a rich, warm
tint with enamel paint that
it might be easily washed as often as
need be. A few bright pictures, such as
appeal to children, hung on the walls,
and an inexpensive Japanese matting cov
ered the floor. Curtains of white muslin
hung at the windows and were tied back
with cords, so that the little folks could
enjoy an uninterrupted outlook.
The. furniture was unique. It was all
made of prairie grass in its natural green
ish color, and it might Be nicely imitated
by our south Georgia wire grass, which
makes the most durable- baskets in the
w'orld. The crib, the bassinet, the high
chair, the little chair, the big one (with
pockets) for the nurse were all of this
grass. The crib had a mattress and pil
low of hair, this being less heating and
more sanitary than down or feathers. The
bassinet was on a standard to save bend
ing over. To one side, also on a standard,
was a bathtub of rubber, being more dur
able, less cold and 'more easily carried in
traveling than one of porcelain.
The table deserved its name of “moth
er's convenience.” It had a -,th!ck glass
top and a shelf and iron standard on
rollers. Upon it was a small alchohol
stove and an aluminum boiler, together
with everything else that one can imagine
might be needed in taking care of small
children and preparing their food. The
table was light, easily handled, substan
tial and pretty.
For the older children were shelves built
up from the floor against the wall and
hung with a dainty flowered, washable
material. These shelves were for the chil
dren's treasures that each might have a
place for his possessions and learn to
keep them there. For entertainment was
a tiny kindergarten table with chairs, a
nursery sand table and blackboard and
all flie kindergarten gifts anH books—a
list of good things for the little ones, per
fectly adapted to the needs. And yet,
hardly one mother out of a dozen who
saw them knew abo'ut any one of them!
A Beautiful Complexion
An expert "beauty artist” gives this as
the outward method W treat the face in
order to secure a lovely ’complexion. Of
course a really good complexion is the
product of health—good digestion partic
ularly. The skin is fed" by the blood, and
the blood Is created and nourished by food
and air, consequently these should be of
the purest and best.
But as to the outward treatment. The
aforesaid beauty artist tells us that the
face should be bathed at night with very
warm wafer and white castile soap, then
rubbed dry with fine corn jneal (which
is better than a fleslr brush). Rinse off
the meal with warm water and dry with
a towel, then (if yotpare over 25) rub into
the skin a skin food, which a druggist
may make for you after this formula:
Liquid albolene and solid albolene of each
ten parts; lanoline twenty parts, rose wa
ter twenty parts. Add five drops of rose
or almond oil. In the morning' wash the
face in warm water and castile soap,
rinse off the soap suds thoroughly and
apply with the hand a teaspoonful of al
cohol. This treatment if followed, the
expert affirms, will make the skin soft,
firm and healthy. After 25, the natural oil
of the skin begins to dry and the need is
felt of an artificial oil to ward off the
wrinkles that always follow dryness of
the skin. Vaseline is not good because it
promotes the growth of hair on the face.
♦
An instructive Simple Game
until it threads,'then beat until cold.
Spread on a cool cake, wetting the knife
in coldT water to jmevent sticking.
REVONUTS-Mrs. T. S TWilliams asks:
"Please tell me how to make brown and
white revortuts. They are in great de
mand here for parties and luncheons and
I wish to make them to sell.” They are
made on the principle of the old-fash
ioned turn-over, only candy Is used in
stead of dough. To make brown revo-
nuts, first cook some nice butter scotch
out of good molasses and butter, flour
with ground cinnamon and pour into
little flat pans about 3 inches squaiv.
Be careful to have it thin. Have ready
seme washed and blanched peanuts, and
before the candy is hard plhce a spoonful
c-n one-half of the square. Quickly turn
the other half over it .and pinch the edges
together. The white revonuts are formed
of cream candy, which is made by boil
ing together a pint of white sugar in a
teacupful of water. Boil to the crack;
then cool and roll out with a biscuit
roller, cut in squares and drop blanched,
chopped almonds in one half, turn and
pinch together as already described. The
brown and cream revonuts look pretty
piled together on a fancy dish fbr a
party or luncheon.
Rabbi 8. Schaffer, of Shearith Israel
congregation, of Baltimore, has received
a call from a congregation in Rossenol,
Russia, but says he would rather be
rabbi of a smaller congregation In this
free country than be in a position of in
fluence in despotic Russia.
OP of the mernin’ ” to you,
dear friends. At last we‘
have the merry sun. It is
good to see his face once
more. There is a chill in
the air, but the robins are
twittering, the jonquils
pushing hopeful green
heads through the , frozen
earth—and the hearts of
the violets are beginning to
beat under the ground. In
a little while this old earth
will have her springtime
resurrection and swallows and spring
poems mill be on the wing.
You‘will all be interested in hearing our
Birmingham member. Julia Nedey Finch,
talk about “The New Era,” which has
been inaugurated by some of our bright
discoverers turning their thoughts upon
the world that is within us, and there
finding out that we have a wonderfully
effective force, storeg up unused, just
as coal and oil were stored, unknown, in
the earth for so long. Everything is dis
covered at the appointed time, in man,
as in the earth, though we jyere told.
| two thousand years ago, that we had this
God-power within us strong enough (fig
uratively) to remove mountains—that is,
greatest obstacles.
I have friends who are cultivating the
so-called "new thought,” and who say
they are finding through it health, content
and success. I would like to know what
our Householders think about it.
Enone very interestingly puts a peda
gogical query concerning the proposed
elimination of poetry from the reading
books for school children. It is just like
the modern materialists to try to do such
a wing-clipping thing. Poetry nourishes
i our grandest faculty—the imagination—
and helps 'He to store knowledge in the
memory. I know it was the sugar that
coated the pill of grammar for me when
I began to parse in Thompson's "Sea
sons,” Cowper’s “Task” and Milton’s
"Paradise Lost.” Cases, moods and
tenses lost their dry-as-dust quality. As
for arithmetic, I learned to count by
memorizing the jingle—
“One, two,
Come buckle my shoe,”
and to this day I cannot remember the
difference in the days of the months until
I go over—
"Thirty days has September,
April, June and November,” etc.
And here is Helene, taking the great Mr.
Carnegie to task for his method of dis
pensing education, and making a strong
and pathetic case against him. I think
you are right, dear Helene. The fine
marble library buildings are less needed
than the scattered school houses in dark
corners.
Mary Templeton tells about her experi
ences In moving—part comical, part sad,
and so realistic that one can predict for
Mary a good success as a short story
writer.
Macarla accords with Mrs. Cook in her
belief in love, as lord of the home and
the necessary foundation of marriage. The
views expressed by these members will
probably evoke a response from the bach
elors of oui circle—L. L. V., Detective.
Ike Heartsill, and how many more? Is
Lamoth of the number? By the way, the
printing powers chose to leave out
Dolores' poem, kindly sent us by Samoth,
as they chose to alter the heading of Mrs.
Couper’s fine sketch from “A Perfect pair
of Lovers” to “A Pretty Pair of Lovers.”
Such an adjective to describe the loves
of the grand Brownings! Dolores' poem
is in this issue.
Nita’s lively account of her visit to
Nashville will be'enjoyed. Her frank ap
preciation of the Household letters pleaqes
me much. These little narratives of jour
neys and bits of personal experience are
welcome from our friends, as are more
serious comments on the trend of thought
of today and of the contents of books,
old and new. And this reminds us .that
Miss Sue A. Lewis, of Pendleton, S. C..
asks Jean Trenton to tell her where she
may obtain “A String of Amber Beads,”
which Jean alluded to in her letter.
Thanks to Mrs. Melton for her descrip
tion of a bright and- pretty entertain
ment that was within the means of mod
est purees. We have many interesting let
ters on hand for next week’s issue by old
and new contributors. Lovingly,
- MEB.
• i
Will no Carnegie Come to Their Rescue?
growing up in utter ignorance through
lack of schools and teachers?
When missionary-spirited teachers do
find their way to these dark corners, they
are unable to do their best work because
of having to. suffer privations and hard
ships to which they are unaccustomed.
In these north Georgia mountains there
are locations where the scenery is mag
nificent, the air balmy, the water health
giving, where there are young minds vig
orous and ready for the unfolding touch
of education! There tire a few scattered
schools that are taught for only portions
of the year. If there were a few thou
sand dollars put into these, and if teach
ers could be well nourished and made
moderately comfortab.e and encouraged
to do fine work among the pupils, what
a great thing it would be! Would it not
be a more beneficent deed than the rear
ing of costly stone library buildings or
the endowment of colleges that are al
ready self-supporting?
Would that some Carnegie or Rockefel
ler might remember these really needy-
little ones in our midst!
Well, I am glad that so many of us have
come back to our Household home, and
that others have been added to us. 1 am
Interested in our Household circle, and I
like our iMater. Evidently she understands
how to train us in our contribution work.
HELENE.
♦
Moving to a Now Home
Friends, what think you of the Carnegie
library method? What think you of mil
lions of money being added to the endow
ment fund of colleges, already well equip
ped, when in the mountain regions of
northern Georgia (and some of her sister
states) there are thousands of children
I-
Dear Household Friends; Since you last
heard from me I have passed through
some memorable moving expeiiences. We
■lust our dear old home. After grand
mother's death it had to be sold to divide
the estate. The surviving children wished
to buy it in. They could not bear that
It should fall into the hands of strangers—
the dear old homestead, in which our
grandparents had lived during nearly
sixty years of happy wedded life, and
where they had passed to their rest af
ter their useful and prosperous days were
ended.
The old place was beautiful, too, with
its old-fashioned, flowers and shrubbery,
each rose bush, when in bloom, resem
bling one Immense bouquet; its jessamine
arbdr, its orchard, its garden with Walks
bordered with box, Javender and sage and
its grand old oaks, towering above the
mossy roof of the homestead.
Scenes of grief and trial hallowed the
old home. Here my grandmother had
given up to death her youngest daugh
ter, the child of her old age, and my
dear mother had closed the eyes qJ her
noble son, a gifted young minister In
whom her fondest hopes were centered.
Here my uncle was living with his crip
pled sister. He had taken the children of
his widowed sister and helped to raise
them; now that ho wag q-kting old we
wished to keep him with us, that we
might repay him in part for all he had
done for us.
But none of these things weighed with
the wealthy neighbor who outbid us in
the sale of the old home. He thought
only of the dollars he might make out
of the land and the fine timber.
'So it was that we had to move to a
new home in the dreary mid-winter. The
cold wave reached us in the midst of the
moving., Snow began to fall as the
wagons drove up to get the furniture.
I was then sent ahead to the new home
to build a fire and have the newly scoured
rooms dry and warm before the wagons
arrived. My' trouble began at the very
door. I could not unlock it. A window
was open ‘and I crept through this, tum
bling in a heap on the wet, frozen floor
inside. Then I made the disheartening
discovery that not a stick of wood had
been provided, not a bit of fuel could I
find. Whftt was I to do? Sit down and
await developments? But my feet would
freeze in the meantime. I Bag obliged
to move about to keep warm, and in do
ing so I found some fence rails. There
was no ax to cut them up. but I put on
end in the fireplace and the other on the
floor, and in this way I soon had a rousing
fire.
Necessity is the mother of Invention,
Before long I sj.tr the wagons that
contained our household goods moving up
the road at a funeral pace, the beautiful
snow covering them like a pall. They
Anally arrived at the porch and the hired
men proceeded to tumble out beds, dress
ing cases, tables, fine lamps and bric-a-
brac in a promiscuous heap. Among the
rest there was our childhood's trundle
bed covered with memories, likewise with
snow. We tried to carry it upstairs, but
could not, so put it down in front of the
fire while I V>ok a seat on it to reflect
and to watch the flames and keep the
burning rails from setting the floor afire.
In the midst of my musings, uncle, who
had been putting up the stove in another
room, stole up behind me and wiped his
sooty hands on my face. He laughed at
it as a good joke, but, considering that
the ice in the house pail was half a foot
thick, that the well chain was broken and
the bucket in the well, it was not a Joke
that I appreciated at the time.
We had six men employed, and of course
when mealtime arrived, they were ready
for their dinner. Who ever knew a man
who was willing to do without his dinner,
no matter what was happening? Fortu
nately. we had provided amply, as wa
thought, but work and cold weather must
have sharpened their appetites. We had
a huge, fat rooster, a boiled ham, plenty
of bread and a can of damsons, but when
I came to the table (I had to wait) there
was little left of that rooster except the
rrame, which I considered hard lines af
ter all I had been through.
Shortly before sundown we had to go
back to the old home to catch the chick
ens. Sister's der oted beau, who had
helped us move, went with us on this ex
pedition, and you would have laughed to
see the two running after hens, ducks
and geese. (It is wonderful—the staying
qualities of that young man of sister's;
he's been waiting for her six yeara and
is in a fair way to wait longer.
If you have ever tried to catch chick
ens, you know what a Job it is. One old
biddy seemed determined to elude all our
attempts to secure her. She went soaring
above the cotton stalks with all of ua
in pursuit, sister's young man going at
such an ambitious pace that the skirts
of hjs mackintosh swept back in almost
horizontal lines as he ran. But what will
not a man do for a woman when he is
in love with her! Not long ago, during a
rainy spell, he was paying one of hl3
frequent calls, when sister declared she
wanted to visit our brother, who lived 4
miles away. The beau was delighted to
accompany her, though it had begun to
rain, and away they went. They reached
the creek and found it a raging torrent,
and back they came in a drenching rain.
I told them they were lucky not to havs
had the fool-killer find them.
But I was telling you about catching
chickens. The geese were the worst to
manage. They seemed bereft of what lit
tle reason they had possessed. One old
goose abpse and flew to parts unknown.
Afterwards a boy found her away down
the branch, sitting, sad and forlorn, as
though the world had been too much for
her and she had given up the struggle.
By the time all the fowls were caught
twilight had descended and the eventful
moving day. like this long letter, waa
ended. Lovingly, •
MARY E. TEMPLETON.
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"Too Much Poetry"
Do questions pedagogical interest the
Household?
If so, I submit the following: la too
much poetry given to children as reading
lessons, and do the children prefer prose
to poetry?
The superintendent of schools in a near
by city, a man whose opinions have great
weight in educational circles all over the
land, has decided both questions affirma
tively. and has ordered that less poetry
and more prose be given to the pupils
of the ward schools under his supervision.
Still, “a cat may look at a king." School
teachers are an egotistical lot, and there
are many who will question the wisdom
of the order, and who will most decidedly
question the statement that "children,
especially boys, prefer prose selections.”
The rhythmic cadence ot p#etry appeals
very strongly to most children, and in my
experience, when I permit a pupil to se
lect a lesson, he almost invariably chooses
a poem.
It is certain that poetry is more easily
retained in the memory than prose. A
little friend, without seeming effort, mem
orized each poem in his readers as he
passed through them, so that now he has
a considerable fund of literature stored
in his memory, ranging from the Juvenile
jingles of the primer to masterpieces of
English found in the advanced readers.
Not many of us can recall even the sub
jects of the prose lessons found in our
old readers, but not many have forgot
ten "The Village Blacksmith,” “The Bare-
foot “Boy,” “The Death of the Flowers,”
"The Bugle Song” and dozens of others.
I can see now, in fancy, a swaying, un
dulating line of girls and boys ranging
before the flerce-browed master's desk,
and hear them rendering “in concert” (?)
“The Destruction of 3ennaeherib” in so
norous tones and with very strong ac
cent on the final word of each line. I
wondered_what it was ail about. We wera
told expressly that “the Assyrian cam*
down like a wolf on the fold,” but my
ideas of an Assyrian were hazy, and his
"cohorts” puzzled me greatly—it didn't
occur to the teacher to explain—but the
words were indelibly stamped on my
memory and understanding came with the
years.
My first knowledge of history, too, came
from the poems in my readers, and when
I attained to the dignity of “high school”
and met the heroes of “The Light Bri
gade,” “The Battle of Waterloo" and
‘Scots who hae wi’ Wallace bled, Scots
Continued on ninth page
A game that develops versatility and
also accuracy of spelling in the young
folks of the home. fe that of eunctructing
a number of'words out of the letters in a
single word. Provide each player with
pencil and paper, at the top of which is
written word, and say “within five
or ten minutes write the most
number of words you can find
ip this word at the top of the
page.” Say the word is the simple one
"pearl.” out of which one may readilv
construct pear, ear, earl, reap, leap, peal,
lap, rap, etc.
IN THE KITCHEN
Baked Corn Meal Pudding
During the civil war flour was a luxury
rarely procurable, and we learned to
make all kinds of confections out of corn
meal. The corn meal pudding served
with sauce makes a nice and cheap,des
sert. I often have it now for our home
dinners. Scald some milk, stir in sifted
mehl to make a thin batter. Add two
teaspoonfuls of flour or corn starch,
molasses to taste, a little salt and nut
meg or cinnamon to taste. Bake two
hours and serve with this sauce:. Three-
fourths of a cup of butter,' one and a
half cupfuls of sugar, juice and grated
yellow rind of one lemon. Beat well to
gether and Just before serving pour on
the beaten mixture a pint of boiling wa
ter. This is a nfee sauce for anv pud
ding. MRS. MILLEDGE.
! Codfish Croquettes
Cover half a pound of shredded codfish
with cold water. Let soak a little; then
bring slowly to a boil, drefln and press
out all the water in a cloth. Make a
white sauce with one cupful of milk
and one tablespoonful each of flour and
butter. Add the fish when the sauce
boils and keep boding for two minutes;
then add one pint of mashed potatoes
and mix well. Take from the fire, stir In
the unheated yolks of two eggs, and
leave to cool. When perfectly cold, form
into balls or cones, dip into beaten egg.
then into crumbs, and fry in deep, smok
ing-hot fat.
A NEW PIE—Very often after draining
boiled rice and noting the thick, white,
mucilaginous substance thus obtained, I
have thought: "What a shame to throw
away such good material.” and recently
devised a way to utilize it. which proved
most “tickling” to the palate. This con
coction I have named—
RICE CUSTARL PIE—To one pint of
the rice liquor add three eggs well beat
en, reserving the white of one for frost
ing, one-half cupful of sugar, a pinch of
salt and one tablespoonful of lemon ex
tract. Pour into a pie plate lined with
rich paste and bake the same as custard
pie. When done frost evenly and return
to the oven until slightly browned. It
has a richness and delicacy of flavor for
eign to a milk custard pie and this ingre
dient is often at hand when milk is
difficult to procure.
MARION T. SEARL.
DELICATE EGGLESS CAKE-One cup
ful each of flour and sugar, a half cup
ful each of corn starch, butter and sweet
milk, teaspoonful of baking powder.
Cream butter and sugar. Sift baking
powder with flour several times.
FROSTING WITHOUT EGGS—One cup
ful of granulated sugar (or any white
sugar) five tablespoonfuls of milk; boil
Prove all Things
- prove pour Soap Powder
MAKE
your own
lest
at home!
Quite easy
DON'T
accept our
statements
PROVE
them also
A simple way to test the quality
of the Soap Powder yOu
use
As a test of the quality of any washing medium the reduction to jelly or paste
is conclusive. Such a comparison was made between Pearline and two other well-
known soap-powders, the same recipe being used for all. The result is shown above,
engraved from photograph.
The jar to the right contains a solid mass of pure white Pearline Soap-Jelly.
The middle jar contains one-quarter poor, thin, mushy soap; balance (three-quarters)
discolored water. The jar to-the left contains simply discolored water, with a sediment
(not even soapy) at bottom. The middle and left-hand jars are fair “home-tests”
of the povders offered in place of
Try this mode of comparing, and I CT
you will fipd Pear.line to be
bp
How to MaRe
the Test
Dissolve, in a tumbler of boiling
water, one well-heaped teaspoonful
/ of Pear line : let cool thoroughly in
glass or earthenware vessel.
How to Use
Pearline Soap-Jelly
On nil article* that will stand water,
the usual method of applying common
Soap—wet cloth, sponge or brush. Rinse
off well with clean water.
On article* too aanolttro tor wotor.
use only the jelly on a soft rag; then
wipe quickly with clean, dry cloth. Re
peat till the dirt is removed.
Kid gloves, fine leather goods, etc^
may be renovated in this manner.
