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AMERICAN HOMES AND GARDENS 



August, 1 9 13 



helped put the meal on the table were not expected to wash 

 dishes and clear the table. In this way the work was ar- 

 ranged equally and amicably. 



One of our party of nineteen just loved to pick up the 

 tents and keep them in order, and we all just loved to 

 have her. An assistant was assigned to her and that made 

 the work of the tents easy (we had only two), and if things 

 went astray Aunt Louise always knew where to look for 

 them. 



Across the middle of the tents, from pole to pole, ropes 



were stretched at four feet 



and six feet from the 

 ground. On these, wraps 

 and clothing not in use 

 were hung, the low ropes 

 serving the small members 

 of the party. Tin wash 

 basins on packing boxes, 

 with one small mirror 

 hung on a tree constituted 

 our toilet arrangements, 

 for we spent little time 

 prinking. 



Our small members 

 gathered firewood, or 

 helped to, for the wood 

 for the day's need was on 

 hand before the fun be- 

 gan. In point of fact, all 

 the needful work of the 

 camp was part of the fun, 

 for the atmosphere was 

 simply charged with fun 

 and good will. Only once 

 was I really bothered by 

 finding a shirk in the party. I am conceited enough to think 

 that if I had been in charge of the camp that I would have 

 changed things even that year. 



In order to have the highest enjoyment in a camp, I 

 believe there must be routine. Not hard and fast rules, 

 catch-a-train time for meals, but if members of a camp come 

 straggling in at all hours for meals, some one, generally 

 the cook, has to suffer. As I am mixed up with the cook- 

 ing almost always, I have had my attention drawn to this 

 particular part of camp life. In other words, keep the 

 "other fellow" in mind when off in the woods or out in 

 the boat. 



The Summer cottage with all of its so-called conveniences 

 has forced the real tent-camping out of business. For the 

 children's sake this is a great pity. There are so few things 

 for them to do, and the spice of camping is lost. The work 

 is minimized for the mother in tent camping, for the men 

 and boys feel that they should help make things easy for 

 the women. This noble idea never comes to them when 

 we swelter and suffer in a hot kitchen, and serve a nice 

 meal in a cool dining-room. 



We never found the pine boughs so very uncomfortable 

 after the first two nights. Each individual padded out the 

 hollows which may have troubled, and, growing accustomed 

 to doing without springs soon we felt our beds grow easy. 

 We allowed two comforters to each bed or where each 

 two slept, one to lie on and one for cover. Those who 

 elected to be more particular brought sheets. Our one 

 luxury was a pillow for each. You see we were really 

 doing things in a primitive way. 



Even our rainy days were very happy. We could not 

 do much in the way of cooking and serving, although more 

 than you would think. One would hold an umbrella over 

 the cook while she jumped around, creating no end of fun. 

 We always took this precaution ; we kept all crackers in 



AN ATTRACTIVE VEGETABLE DISH 

 By Mary H. Northend 



Stuffed Turnips: Boil and scoop out the centers of a sufficient num- 

 ber of round white turnips. Fill the cup with boiled cauliflower. 

 Garnish the dish with red pepper cut into slices and little sprays of 

 parsley. Serve with white sauce. 



one of the tents, and we had a box, which, covered with 

 some of the oilcloth left from covering the table, was nearly 

 waterproof. In this box we kept boxes of crackers already 

 opened, and the bread and other food. 



One thing of utmost importance is the emergency box. 

 In this should be a box of zinc-ointment for bad sunburns 

 and cold-cream for the milder cases. Two or three rolls 

 each of surgeon's plaster and bandages, and, of course, the 

 usual remedies found in every well-regulated family, and 

 other articles, safeguarded us here as we were elsewhere. 



Plenty of rope, strings, 

 safety pins, hammer and 

 nails of different sizes are 

 very needful, also the 

 axe and saw. An extra 

 "fly" over the ridgepole 

 would be much more com- 

 fortable. 



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AN OLD HOMESTEAD OF 

 COLONIAL NEW JERSEY 



( Continued Jrom page 270) 



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 It seems to have been 

 the fashion with these 

 old Dutch families, to en- 

 large their houses as it 

 became necessary by 

 "building out" or adding 

 a wing to the main build- 

 ing. The old Brincker- 

 hoff homestead has thus 

 been added to and a door 

 from the dining-room 

 leads into a large old- 

 fashioned kitchen, above which are the servants' rooms. 

 In the hall of this old colonial homestead there stands a 

 grandfather's clock which has recorded the hours and 

 minutes since New Jersey ceased to be a colony, and became 

 one of the thirteen original states. The dial has looked 

 down upon many generations of the same family and has 

 witnessed the domestic events of more than two centuries 

 of American life. The hall also contains the stairway which 

 leads to the rooms upon the upper floor. Here the ceilings 

 are necessarily very low and the pitch of the gambrel roof 

 makes possible a degree of quaintness which is attractive in- 

 deed. These rooms, like those upon the floor below, are 

 filled with furniture of long ago. They were once the refuge 

 of a company of Hessian soldiers when they were being pur- 

 sued through New Jersey by the victorious continentals 

 under Washington. 

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A LONG BLOOM IN A HARDY GARDEN 



( Continued from page 278) 



for a warm note, using only yellow and terra-cotta shades, 

 a beautiful single white one (Garza) taking the place of 

 the Phlox. I have found that it is only worth while to 

 plant the Chrysanthemums having a green, woody stem, 

 as the others do not keep well wfien picked, and this means 

 so much to garden lovers who are doomed to return to 

 town in the perfect Fall months. 



As long as Jack Frost keeps his fingers off, the Annuals 

 are delight, but the real glory of the garden is dimmed ex- 

 cept for the 'mums. In November the tiny Ponpoms by 

 the tennis court, are so gay in their yellow and pink glory 

 that I am glad to gather them, quite forgetting I would 

 have scorned them a month ago. The garden is still green, 

 but without color except for the undaunted violet Phlox, 

 Danske Dandridge, which is making its second bloom. 



