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Boys and Girls l
How to Earn Money.
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Girls Who Cook to Sell
Not Scared by H. C. L.
By BELLE CASE HARRINGTON.
People don't stop eating-—that 1s
for very long as a time. Even the
H. C. L. can’t stop them. Thus
there is always a market for things
to eat. The girl who can bake well
can always count on a list of steady
customers.
Here are three good recipes: ;
CUP CAKES—One cup sugar and
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it is creamy. Beaten yolks 2 egys,
1 cup milk, 2 cups flour, 8 tea
spoons baking powder sifted with
flour, 1 teaspoon flavoring, whites
of 2 eggs stiffly beaten,
Fill gem pans half full and bake
in a quick oven. For variety mix
spices and raisins with part of the
batter. Finish with a dab of frost«
ing or a touch of shredded cocoa
nut.,
BRAN BREAD—One egg, 1 1-3
eups baking molasses (medium
dark), 1-4 teaspoon soda in mo
lmeses, 1 1-4" cups sweet milk, pinch
of salt, 2 cups bran, 1 cup graham,
2 teaspoons baking soda sifted with
the graham.
Bake in a long, well groased tin
in moderate oven, one hour. - Put
oiled paper in bottom of the pan.
A bhandful of nuts or raisins may
be added if desired.
LIGHT ROLLS-—Two cakes com
pressed yeast dissolved in 1 scant
cup of lukewarm water; 1 teaspoon
sugar, 1-2 teaspoon salt. Scald one
cup sweet milk, add butter size of
a walnut. When cool add yeast
mixture and beaten white of 1 egg.
Add flour to mold into ball. TLet
rise until it has doubled in size,
make into small biscuits without
working too mmch, Crowd to
gether in greased pans, let rise
again, until twice their size, and
bake one-half hour in a hot oven.
When get at 1 p. m. they will be
ready for 6 o'clock dinper.
. (The {oy‘ of raising poultry to
morrow.
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Business of Homemaking
By Mrs. Christine Frederick.
THE INFORMAL DINNER WITH
NO MAID.
T igs not necessary for the host
l ess without a secvant to feel she
must deny :herself and friends
the pleasure of entertaining them
at dinner. The out of town guest,
her husband’'s business friend, can
be charmingly entertained at an in
formal “littie dinner.” The very
fact that the hostess herself has
prepared the meal and serves it
adds to thi. intimacy and cordial
hospitality.
Service without a maid is not only
possible, but easy if the hostess
will make careful plans and prep
arations in advance. There are
also certain pieces of equipment
which greatly simplify the service
of the unassisted lhostess. Such
a plece is the tea wagon or tray on
wheels, sometimes with a “double
deck.” which can be rolled from
kitchen to dining room, and which,
placed at the hostass’ side, aids
her in serving a meal gracefully
without frequent tising from the
table. Another help is the circular
disk of wood or glass, revolving on
a pedestal, placed in the center of
the table. It is used to revolve to
the guest the various Pplates as
they are filled by the hostess so
that the passing of food and clear
ing away of dishecs is greatly tacil
jated: or, condiments, salad dress
ng, bread and buter, may be placed
pon it and easily offered to each
lince the hostess is both cook and
id, her first object should be to
bose a siynple menu whose prep
tion wills leave her unfatigued for
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Everyday Science.
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Automatic Coupler Helps
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Brakeman Hitch Cars
By G. M. HYDE.
“What does a brakeman do to the
coupling on a railroad car, Daddy,
go that the cars hitch up when the
engine pushes them together?”
“He sets the pin in the coupler.
The ‘automatic coupler’ on rail
road ears is not entirely automatic.
Often it does no¢ couple when cars
bump together, and even when it
does, the brakeman must crawl un
der to hitch up the alr hose, »
“In the old days before the auto
matic railway cars were hitched
together with iroh loors or links
about ten inches long, slipped over
pins on the ends of tha cars. The
brakemen who were killed or
maimed in going between cars to
hitch or unhitch the link-and-pin
were a casualty list longer than
many a bloody battle has The
avtomatic coupler and the airbrake
huve greatly reduced this list.
“If you look at the car coupler,
you will see that it has a large Jaw
shaped like a letter C, which turns
on a pivot that is inside the coupler,
there is a hole for a coupling pin,
To set the coupler, the brakeman
raises the pin and pulls out the end
of the C like an open jaw. Then
when the coupler “of another car
bumps into it, the two®aws, or C's
slip into each other and close so
as to grip together. As they close
and push back, the pins drop into
the holes and lock them in that
position. To uncouple them, the
brakeman must pull out one or
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both of the pins by moving a lever,
on the end of the car which is at
tached to the pin by a bit of chain.
“All that the coupler does is to
hold the cars together, and no other
coupling is needed in switching in
the yards. 'ln making up a train,
however, brakemen must crawl un
der to hook up a lot of other
things.”
| (Why is a civil engineer? To
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' YES, IT'S THE “WORLD WAR."”
! Unele Sam has officially named
' the war against Germany “The
- World War.”
| The. United States war depart
! ment issued an order not long ago
that all official communications and
‘ publications should speak of it as
“The World War.”
her guests. Rarly in the day de
tails may be arranged, salad picked
over, mayonnalse and butter balls
made and placed to chill in the
refrigerator, Dessert should be of
such a kind as to need few final
touches. All necessary dishes, ex
cept those that need special warm
ing, can be placed in readiness on
side table gnd the dining room
prepared,
Covers should be laid as in pre
vious directions. The first course
is on the table bhefore the guests
are seated, glasses fillod and every
thing in readiness so that the host
ess will not need to rise unneces
sarily and break the harmony of
the meal. Salad, crackers, relishes
and possibly the sweet course can
be arranged on side table or wheel~
ed tray, coffee percolator in readi
ness, and a pitcher of water on the
table or tray.
The host carves and serves por
tions of the meat and potatoes and
passes plates to guests on either
side who pass them gn until all are
served. The extra vegotables may
be placed in a dish and served by
the hostess or another member of
the family in individual sauce
dishes. Both salad and dessert
can be served direct hy the hostess
or brought in individual portions.
With careful preparation, there
should be only two risings neces
sary. One to remove soup plates
and bring in salad and dessert, if
and the other to remove meat plates
and bring in saiad and desert, if
possible, crumbing the table at the
same time. A simpic menu and
detail arranged in advance, will en
able tha hostess to serve unassisted,
_charming little dinners which ex
_press the best spirii of hoguallty.
{ right, 1920, Wheeler Syndicate, Ine.)
Revelations of a Wife
By Adele Garrison. 1
WHAT HAPPENED WHEN |
MADGE AND DICKY CAME |
HOME TO THE OLD |
HOUSE. |
HAT do you suppose old Lil
W meant when she said she |
had solved the mystery of |
Mr. Gordon's interest in you?” ‘
Dicky asked the question with an
elaborate air of nenchalance that
did not deceive me. We were com- ‘
fortably seated in a train which
was bearing us swiftly toward Mar
vin. Dicky had not made the
slightest reference to the subject
of Mr. Gordon since the night be
fore when we had left Lillian and
Harry at the restaurant after Lil
lian had declared that she thought
she had discovered the reason for
Robert Gordon’s interest in me, but
that she would not even teli me -
about it until she was very sure she
was right. Both Dicky and her
husband had laughed uproariously
at her declaration, but Lillian had
presented an unmoved front to their
ridicule.
“Whenever you meet Gordon,”
she had seized the opportunity to
whisper to me in the confusion of
departure, “watch everything he
says and does carefully, and tell me
all about it later. This is impor
tant, Madge, more important than
you know."”
Her manner had bewildered me,
but I had said nothing of it to
Dicky. Indeed, I felt a curious, un
explained reluctance to speak to
Dicky of anything concerning Rob
ert Gordon. This feeling made my |
reply to Dicky short, almost curt. !
“I haven't the slightest idea,” T |
said. “I don't think she knows her- !
self.”
Dicky turned and looked at me
quizzically.
“What's the big idea?” he asked.
*Tired of hearing about the mys- \
terious Mr. Gordon?"
“Deadly tired!” I returned. ‘
Dicky laid his hand over mine.
“She shan't be bothered with any |
more references to elderly admir
ers,” he said gayly, and there was
a note of relief in his voice that
made me wince.
“YOU BULLY SWEETHEART.”
For he had totally misunder
gtood my meaning, and 1 was afraid
that I had meant him to do so.
Tired of hearing other people speak
of Robert Gordon and speculate
about his interest in me I certainly
was, But tired of the man himself 1
felt I could never be. He exer
cised the most enrious fascination
for me, _I longed to see him agaln,
vet in the same instant I dreaded
the interview. I had a half-guilty
feeling concerning the man's at
traction for me, and yet I knew that
if Dickv could realize the nature of
my real feeling toward the man he
would have no gause for jealousy.
I had no more time for introspec
tion, however. Dicky was in high
spirits, and he talked of everything
and of nothing, jumping from one
subject to another with such parid
ity that it kept my brain busy fol
lowing him. It was only after we
had left the train, and were seated
To Aid Letter Writing
By Loretto C. Lynch. ‘
An Expert on All Matters Pertain
ing to Domestic Science.
HE houae).eeper who is
T thoughtful " and resourceful
can do much to encourage
letter writing in the home. Friends
are lost, relatives become estranged
and often needless tears are shed
because some one has neglected to
write a letter. Yet, during the war
men who never indulged in letter
writing before found themselves
writing letters not only to relatives,
but also to interested friends called,
for want of a better name, “god
mothers or godfathers.”
Of course, the times wers ex
traordinary, but every recreation
center to which the en went
seemed to encourage rl'lliu letter
writing. These centers simply had
everything at hand for letter writ
ing. But it is the exceptional house
hold that makes any definite provi
sion for social or business corre
spondence. But I was in a home
the other day wher the ingenuity
of the mother had turned an erst
while sewing room, with all the
disorder the name implies, into a
‘perfectly dear little writing room.
You simply had to stop and write
a note in this charming little room.
The room itself was small-—-very
small. The woodwork had been
cleansed of its dingy color and had
been done over in cream-colored
enamel. A plain gray-green paper
covered the walls. A plain wood
kitchen table with roomy drawer
had been stained a neutral shade
of green. A bit of cretonne with
a pretty, rather elusive design, in
cluding shades of old rose, green
and yellow well toned down, was
used as a cover for the table, over
which was placed a cover of glass.
The same design of cretonne was
used for the casement curtains at
the one large window.
In the drawer of the table there
was writing paper, both the so
cial and business varieties: there
were envelopes of various sizes, as
well as blotters. There was a box
of penpoints: there were rubber
bands, paper fasteners, pencils and
a pencil sharpener. There were half
a dozen or more penholders and a
little box containing stamps of va
rious denominations.
On top of this desk rested a very
dignified heavy glass inkwell with
grooves for pens.
In the corner of the room was a
little table. It might have done
duty as a telephone table at one
time. But it had a cabinet at the
bottom of it. In this cabinet was
a large bottle of reserve ink. Here,
too, could be found the postal
scales for weighing letters and par
cel post packages. Here were kept
dustcloths, reserve paper and the
like.
Sinece this room had a southern
exposure, the housewife declded to
put her two precious ferns in the
A Clean Newspaper for Southern Homes
in the taxi rolling homeward, that
Dicky fell silent.
“Wonder what particular griev
ance mother's going to hand us
when wet get there?’ he said at
last, and I knew his thoughts were
busy, as were mine, with his moth
er's eccentric behavior. She had
checked out from the hotel where
we had left her during our sojourn
in the mountains, and had gone to
the Marvin house, where Katie re
ported her to be in a towering rage
for some unknown reason.
I waited a moment before an
swering.
“It doesn’t really matter, does it,
dear?” I asked softly at last.
Dicky turned, looked at me a mo
ment, and then regardless of the
driver, slipped his arm around me
and drew me close to him.
“You bully sweetheart!” he
whispered, and then aloud’ “No,
you're right, it doesn’t really mat
ter, but it's mighty provoking just
the same. But here we are. Jim
looks quite the farmer, doesn’t he?"
The taxi had rolled into the
driveway upon which the dining
room 'entrance opened. Jim, who
had been clearing up the garden
for the winter, dropped his rake
and came hurrying toward us. But
from the door burst a flying vision
in crisp blue gingham, which
reached the taxi before Jim did,
tore open the door, and held out her
hands to me, laughing and sobbing
in a breath.
WHAT KATIE REPORTED.
Evidently marriage had not
changed Katie in any particular,
for she poured out her joy at see
ing me and her troubles in the old
incoherent, jumbled way.
“Oh, Misses Graham, I so glad to
see you!” she began. “It seems one
year and it not two weeks yet!”
“Shame on you, Katie” Dicky
said, with a wink at Jim, who stood
near, grinning rather sheepishly.
“Phat isnt much of a compliment
to your new husband to say that
less than fortnight's marriage
seems like a year.”
“Dot not vot 1 mean, Meester
Graham, an vou know dot!” Katie
said with dignity. ‘Besides dot,
Jim, he no care.” She flashed him
a dazzling, coquettish smile. “But
coom right in, Missis Graham. 1
feex you something hot before dot
old voman’s comes down. She so
mad dot ven you see her vunce you
no want to eat.”
“What is the trouble with her,
Katie?” Dicky had followed us into
the house, and the tone of his ques
tion demanded an answer. Katle
gave it:
“I not know mooch,” she an
swered “But ever since old vo
man's—l mean your moder”—she
flushed as she looked at Dicky—
“coom home, she talk, talk all tima
to herself, I hear her say two trees
times, ‘Dot old start-up—'"
“Start-up!” Dicky ejaculated.
“I think she means upstart,” I re
turned, for I was more familiar
with Katie's gueer manner of
speech than was Dicky,
“Dot's it, upstart,” she repeated
indifferently. *“Your moder, she
say, ‘my son trash heem ven he
coom home, or I know reason why'.”
Dicky and I looked at each other
in amazement. What did it all
mean?
(To Be Continued.)
green metal window box that stood
in the window. The whoie effect
was charming. The books in the
room were noticeably few, but there
was a copy of a standard book on
“letter writing.” There was also an
abridged dictionary.
Many homes, of course, can not
give a whole room to letter writing.
But perhaps there is a corner in
one of the rooms that might be
made sacred to letter writing. Many
living rooms harbor rather useless
tables in corners or elsewhere.
These might be replaced by a both
useful and beautiful desk or secre
tary. A proper lighting arrange
ment should be arranged, for no
one feels inspired to write in a
dark place, knowing that he is ruin
ing his precious eyesight.
And if you can not give even a
corner to writing, the shops are
showing some mighty handy sets
which may be carried about and
set down most anywhere. These
contain not only a non-leak ink
well, but they include paper, envel
opes, as well as compartments for
stamps, peng, pencils and the like.
Travelers as well as stay-at-home
folks find them delightfully con
venient.
Rut in whatevr manner best suits
the needs of your home, try to
make some arrangement now to
encourage the lovely cusiom of
letter writing.
Influence Needed.
He was very young and fresh and
new, and he was a second lieuten
ant. One day he sought his elderly
colonel, and poured forth a com
plaint.
“Sir, T should be so obliged if
yvou'd use your influence to pre
vent the men in my platoon from
calling me ‘Baby Bunting'"
“Certainly, my lad--certainly!”
said the old colonel. “I will, with
pleasure—if you'll use your influ
ence to stop the whole battalion
calling me ‘that bowlegged old buf
fer with the hald head".”
Complications.
Giles was from the country, and
was using the telephone for the
first time.
“Please, exchange,” he said, “will
ver gimme my threepence back? I
didn't get the one I axed for.”
“Well, then, why did you Keep on
talking 2"
“Well, yver see,” Giles explained,
“it was loike this. I thought it was
her and she thought it was me, but,
as it 'appens, it was neither of us.”
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An Idyllic Time. :
“Now, Tommy," said the teacher,
“have we any idols in this coun
wmy
“Oh, yes, teacher,” was the reply,
“dad’s been idle since armistice day,
and my sister says she's going to
be idle as long as she canm draw
tweny-five shillings a week for it.”
Good Night Stories
By Blanche Silver. =~
DICKY VISITS OLD DADDY
PENGUIN,
NE day as Dicky was on the
sands playing he met Squee
dee, the little elfin from Joy
land, lying in the sand under a
cool, shady rock.
“Hello there, Dicky,” laughed the
elfin, getting up and brushing the
sand from his coat. “Funny, I was
Just wishing yow’d come along.”
‘““Must have been lying on a wish
ing pebble then,” laughed Dicky,
“for here I am. 1 bet that’s the
peeble!” Dicky quickly picked up
a snow-white pebble and held it out
to Squeedee: “Do you suppose
it s
“Can’t say until we've tried it,”
laughed the elfin. ‘Now supponse
we test it out. What wwuld you
like to do? What wouald wwe like
to have better than aexything else
right now?”
“Better than anything else?”
laughed Dicky, squeezing the savw
white pebble tightly in his hand.
“Why, a great, big ice cream soda
as tall as that ledge of rocks
yonder."”
Squeedee laughed merrily. They
both closed their eyes, wondering
if the soda would be standing there
ready for them when they opened
their eyes. Dicky opened his eves
first and tossed the stone away. for
not a glass of soda was in gight.
“Guess 1 picked up the wrong
stone,” Dicky laughed merrily.
“Squeedee, open your eyes. It wasn’t
a wishing pebble, afetr all. But I
don’t care. We'll buy one afler a
while—l mean a soda. The only
thing is, none of the drug stores
makes them as high as a moun
tain.”
Squeedee laughed and patted
Dicky’s arm.
“Never mind, little boy. I'll just
take you with me,” he said )}
course, we'll not have any candy o*
sodas, but maybe you'll see some
thing vou've never seen befora
Have you ever met Daddy Pen
guin 2”
“Never heard of him.” laughed
Dicky, “but if he’s a friend of yours
I'd love to meet him.”
“Well, Daddy Penguin is a {unny
old fellow,” said Squeedee. “He's a
bird without either wings or lers
The things that answer for wings
are paddle-shaped limbs something
ke the flippers of Mr. Sea!. His
legs, or rather the things that
should have been legs, are so fun
ny he just shuffles around on them.
8hoo! Here he comes this very
second.” And, sure enough, over
the rocks a queer-looking bird
Jerked itself forward with a hitch
and a short jump.
Squeedee called Daddy Penguin.
and, after introducing Dicky. asked
about Mamma Pengnin.
Daddy Penguin was just on his
way to see Mamma Penguin. and
invited Dicky and Squeedee to go
with him.
He led them over the rocks to a
certain ledge overlooking the sea.
Here hundreds of the queer-look
ing, fishlike birds scrambled back
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Squeedee Called Daddy Penguila.
and forth through Penguin city,
which seemed to be laid out in
lanes and streets. FEach family had
a square marked off just . large
enough to hold the mother and her
eggs, a lane running all around the
little place. Here Daddy Penguin
found his wife, who got off her
nest to shake hands with Dicky.
All the sitting hens were grouped
together, all the young birds wers
in another section, those molting,
so Squeedee told Dicky, were In
another place, and the clean birds
in perfect feather were in a fourth
place. If a bird dared to intrude
into a class other than its own.
one of the members would peck it
and drive it back to its proper
place.
“Well!” laughed Dicky when he
and Squeedee landed back on the
sands once more. ‘l'm glad that
wasn't a wishing pebble, for T'd
never have met Mamma and Daddy
Penguin. They certainly are funny
birds.” Talking merrily, Dicky
and Squeedee walked up the beach
to the soda fountain.
Nothing Unusual.
A ‘certain little girl was boast
ing about her father’'s great abil
ity as an artist.
“Why,” she said, “with one
stroke he can change a smiling face
into a sorrowful one.”
“Pooh, that’'s nothing,” remarked
Tommy Jones. “So can my
teacher.”
Killed Him.
Maud-—Major, is it true that once
during the war one of the enemy
died to save your life?
Major Bluntly—7 Yes,
Maud—How noble! How did it
happen?
Major Bluntly—l killed him.
Mourning Hair.
Madame—Do up my hair, Felice,
while I am down to breakfast.
Felice—Yes, madame, which color?
Madame-——Black, please, I am go
ing to a funeral.
Closes Eyes in Train,
“Why do you always shut your
eyes when you are traveling in
busses and trains, old fellow?”
“So as not to see the women
standing, my dear chap.”
Married Strangers
By Frances Duvall,
THE REVELATION.
éé OW absurd of me!” said
N Keitha, a little unsteadily,
dabbing at her eyes with a
futile handkerchief.
Bennett drew her closer against
his shoulfler.
“Keitha,” he said in tones slightly
awe-struck, “I believe this is the
first tear 1 have ever seen you shed.
It is precious to me, because it
makes you seem more human.”
Keitha laughed shakily.
“I thought men hated tears,” she
protested.
“We do—in most women. They
mean a fit of temperament or a
crossed will, but with you—that’s
different. They make you seem a
different girl.” :
“And their reaction on you makes
you a different man,” mused Kei
tha.
She had met with a revelation.
The tenderness, the protective
ness in Bennett which she had
never witnessed before—did that
mean that she was seeing tht true
Bennett? Was it possible thgt his
indifference, his flippancy and his
irresponsibility toward the graver
issues of life were sheer bravado
employed to clothe his other na
ture, because there had been noth
ing to call it into being?
No one had ever shouldered a re
sponsibility upon Bennett, she knew.
He had gone through life, “slipping
from under,” as he himself would
have expressed it. No one had ever
depended upon him for anything.
Keitha raised her head from his
shoulders, beset by a sudden hope.
What if in company with other
physically strong men, he needed
responsibility ?
Looking back swiftly over their
life together, she recalled that never
once had she come to fit for a
decision; never once had she asked
his assistance in a matter great or
small; never once had she leaned
upon his strength, physically or
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spiritually. She had been calm hsi'é
cool and efficient, a fitting s
meet, in her own estimation, one
who shared the burden "‘fitty
tifty.”
Suddenly she wondered if Lester
were a “fifty-fifty” husband; if
he might not possibly be one of the
rare “eighty-twenty” genus?
“What is it, child? " Bennet
asked, as she stirred in his arms.
“Nothing. I was just thinking,” she
replied absently. There was a bric:g
silence; then:
“Keitha, are you going to ‘think’
all your life? Are you going te
sacrifice action to nebulous
thought? When you 'eyes wander
off into space, as they so frequent
ly do, you ‘enter a land where 1
can't follow. Don’t exclude me al
ways,” he cried with sudden pas
sion. “Can’t you really need me
once in your life?” .
His plea, coming so swiftly on the
heels of her self-questioning, star
tled Keitha. She looked upon it as
an augury, rather than a coinifli
dence and made a swift resolve.
‘“Why, I always need you, but
now more than ever,” she sald
calmly, ignoring his start of sur
prise. “Heretofore we have always
been with friends or your family,
but now we are adrift alone. You'v{
no idea how much attention 'y
need,” she said warningly. “I need
to be chatted to, and read to and
taught to walk on this horrible
rolling floor, and if you’'ll get me
my siippers out of that wardrobe
trunk I'll get up and dress for
dinner.”
He stared at her in such amaze
ment that Keitha was moved to
laughter. -
“Nb,'my dear, you've no idea
what you've let yourself in for by
this amazing willingness to serve,”
she told him while he was still
speechless. ‘“But be it on your owni
head!” &,
(Copyright, 1920, Wheeler Syndicate, Inc.)
(To Be Continued.)