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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 5 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. s "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.