1909. 
776 
The Rural Patterns. 
A pretty tucked blouse with close 
•sleeves is shown in No. 6392. The 
blouse is made with fronts and back. 
The sleeves are made in one piece each, 
and when three-quarter length is desir¬ 
ed are gathered into straight cuffs or 
hands. The neck can be finished with a 
0392 Tucked Blouse, 34 to 42 bust 
neck-band or regulation stock collar. 
The quantity of material required for 
the medium size is 3^4 yards 21 or 24, 
2^4 yards 32 or 2 l /% yards 44 inches 
wide with 1% yards of banding, 2 yards 
of edging. The pattern 6392 is cut in 
sizes for a 34, 36, 38, 40 and 42 inch 
bust measure, price 10 cents. 
A pleated coat hanging in long 
straight lines is often a very useful 
wrap. No. 6394 is made with fronts, 
hacks, underarm gores and front yoke 
portions. The yoke portions are smooth 
and plain, concealed by the collar, and 
6394 Plaited Coat, 34 to 44 bust 
the fronts are plaited and joined to 
them. 1 here are inverted plaits at the 
hack and at the underarm seams. Two 
collars are included in the pattern, hut 
the upper or fancy one can he used or 
omitted as liked. The sleeves are plain 
in regulation style and the coat is per¬ 
forated for shorter length. The quan¬ 
tity of material required for the medium 
THE RURAL NEW-YORKER 
size is 6^6 yards 27, 5*4 yards 32 or 3*4 
yards 44 inches wide for full length; 
524 yards 27, 3J4 yards 32, 3 yards 44 
inches wide for shorter length, 2*4 
yards of banding, 6 yards of ribbon. 
The pattern 6394 is cut in sizes for a 34, 
36, 38, 40, 42 and 44-inch bust measure; 
pr.ice 10 cents. 
All in the Point of View. 
Yesterday I went berrying. Wait, 
my dear philanthropist, who feels so 
keenly the sad lot of the farmer’s wife, 
don't raise your eyes heavenward and 
gasp: “To think of this poor over¬ 
worked woman trailing off through the 
fields and woods, after working hard all 
the morning, to provide the luxury of a 
few fresh berries for her table.” Wait 
until I tell my story. Save your pity 
and make your comparisons fairly. 
The berries were ripening rapidly and 
every day we saw parties of our neigh¬ 
bors driving past, shielded by big hats 
or sunbonnets, an assortment of pails 
and cups in the back of the buggy. On 
their return we were greeted by smiling 
faces and shown the same pails and cups 
well filled with blackcaps or luscious 
red raspberries. The spirit of berry¬ 
ing was in the air and was quite 
as infectious as any other pleas¬ 
ure. Every morning my 12-year-old 
nephew from the city and my nine-year- 
old daughter inquired anxiously if we 
could not go berrying as well as the 
rest of the .people. Yesterday found 
the week’s work well caught up. It 
rained the day before, so the berries 
would be ripe in larger quantities. The 
•sky was overcast, the sun only breaking 
through the clouds occasionally, and a 
light breeze insured freedom from mos¬ 
quitoes. So when the morning brought 
the daily inquiry, I was quite as pleased 
to say we could go as the children were 
to hear it. We protected our feet with 
stout shoes, I donned a short linen 
skirt, and with suitable hats we were 
ready for a comfortable tramp. 
A timber tract consisting of several 
hundred acres joins the back of the 
farm. This has been partially cleared, 
and berry bushes in rank profusion 
have grown up on all parts of it. To¬ 
ward this tract we wended our way. 
At the foot of the first hill we stopped 
for a drink of cold sparkling water 
from the spring. As we went through 
the lane at the end of the long meadow, 
a crane rose from the wide ditch and 
flew swiftly away. A little further on 
a hawk whirred over our heads. Count¬ 
less crows uttered their incessant caws 
from tlie grove of maples at our left, 
and the tremulous oo-oo-oo of the loon 
came at intervals from the lake in the 
distance. After scrambling up and down 
several steep hills we came to the new 
barbed wire fence which, of course, 
insures the cattle staying where they are 
put, but which is not nearly so pictur¬ 
esque as was the vine entangled old 
brush fence over which T had made my 
way in my childhood days. We were 
scarcely free from the barbs before a 
glad shout from the children accom¬ 
panied by a joyous bark from their con¬ 
stant companion, the dog, announced 
that the first berry bush was found. 
And then they came so thick and fast 
that we had no time to exclaim—we 
only picked, picked, picked as fast as we 
could. Such great big blackcaps and 
so many of them. Then some- one 
shouted, “Look under the other bushes !” 
and as we raised the long, slender 
briars a gasp escaped us as we caught 
sight of the luscious red berries, large 
as the cultivated berry you find in 
market, and of a much more delicious 
flavor; our hands could not fly fast 
enough to carry them to our pails. 
Finally, our first greed pifrtly satis¬ 
fied, we looked about us. We were on 
a hillside, our feet buried in clumps of 
the most beautiful maidenhair ferns. 
At our right was a precipitous rock 
covered with soft green moss. At our 
left a giant tree, which had yielded to 
the strength of some tempest, was ly¬ 
ing with its huge trunk extending many 
feet along the ground, its upturned 
roots rising high above our heads. 
Among the many irregularities of this 
wall of roots numberless little ferns 
had sprung up, hiding and softening 
with their dainty fronds the havoc 
wrought by the •storm. In what¬ 
ever direction we looked, wherever 
our feet led us, we were surrounded bv 
more beauties than our ablest landscape 
gardener could imagine or his skillful 
hand devise. So while our fingers were 
busy our eyes were feasting on the 
scenes nature had provided, it seemed 
almost for our especial benefit, as so 
few eyes would behold their loveliness. 
As I gazed the thought came to me of 
the friends in town who would think 
it such a terrible undertaking to go 
berrying, who would ask with pitying 
interest, “Weren’t you so tired? Didn’t 
the mosquitoes nearly eat you up? I 
should be so afraid of snakes!” 
In my mind’s eye I could sec these 
same friends, after spending from one 
to two hours dressing, trailing their 
dainty skirts down to the waiting car¬ 
riage or auto, being whisked away to 
Mrs. B.’s garden party. Mrs. B. has a 
beautiful home with the most artistic 
grounds in town. To-day they are as 
beautiful as art and a well-filled purse 
can make them. An orchestra, screened 
from view by a mass of shrubbery, is 
producing all the latest airs. All the 
“four hundred” of the town are there. 
All are dispensing their best society 
smiles and their most inane conversation 
on dearest foe and best friend alike. 
Everyone takes punch from that exqui¬ 
site cut glass punch bowl, and everyone 
wends her way to the side veranda 
where a noted caterer from the nearest 
city is serving most delicious Summer 
eatables on the daintiest of china. 
Then a murmured “good-by” to the 
hostess, “such a delightful time,” and 
all are on their way home again. They 
had a good time, of course they did. I 
also had a good time down there in 
the moss and ferns, listening to the 
shouts of the children, the barking of 
the dog, and the tinkle of the little 
brook that winds its tortuous course 
through the valley. When my pail was 
filled to the top, the children came with 
heaped dishes and berry-stained hands 
and faces; the dog also hurried up 
dragging a half-grown woodchuck, the 
result of his labors. We were ready 
for the return trip. On the way the 
children procured a supply of white 
birch bark, for which they are finding 
many uses. We reached home hands 
and minds well filled, and no more 
tired than our friends who were enjoy¬ 
ing a social time, while we drank from 
the heart of nature. 
Do you pity us, dear investigating 
committee? Don’t, for neither my 
neighbor nor myself appreciates your 
pity. We enjoy going berrying. We 
are glad when the season comes; we 
should be sorry when it goes, were it 
not that the apple orchard will soon 
be calling us, and the laden butternut 
and beech trees will give us plenty of 
excuse for more trips to the wilds of 
nature. nettie c. royce. 
rouNoco td4t 
Satisfaction 
You require cotton 
dress-goods that will 
wear well and wash 
without fading. 
Simpson- Eddystone 
Black & White Prints 
—the calicoes of 
well - woven cloth, 
beautiful designs 
and absolutely fast 
color never fail to 
give solid satisfac¬ 
tion. 
If your dealer hasn’t Sirapson- 
nddvstone Prints write us his name. 
We’ll help him supply you. 
The Eddystone Mfg. Co., Phila., Pa. 
Established by Wm. Simpson, Sr. 
immMmnm 
PAINT TALKS-No. 9 
Making Different Tints 
There are many advantages in using 
paint mixed by hand at the time of painting. 
The property-owner who has had painting 
done understands the most important one, 
namely: the fact that paint thus made to 
order if made of pure white lead and pure 
linseed oil, is by far the most durable, 
because it is made to suit the conditions of 
each particular job. 
Not ho many building-owners, however, Btop 
to think how great an additional advantage is 
afforded thorn by the fact that the most deli¬ 
cate gradation of tint which whim or fancy 
may dictate can be had in made-to-order white 
lead paint. The house-owner is not confined 
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select from a hundred delicate gradations, if 
he wishes. So with the blues, the grays, the 
pinks, and all the tints. 
For interior decoration, especially, this wide 
range of selection is of inestimable value. If a 
woman of taste wants a certain shade, some¬ 
thing pretty near*’ will not do. She can get 
it exact in made-to-order white lead paint. 
There is more about color schemes in our 
Painting Outfit 8, together with reasons why 
white lead bearing the Dutch Boy Fainter 
trade mark gives most for tho money in 
economy and satisfaction. 
Buy of your local dealer if possible. If he 
hasn t, it do not accept something else, but 
write our nearest office. 
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COMPANY 
An office in each of the 
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New York, Boston, Buf¬ 
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Cleveland, St. Louis, 
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I 
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We sell to yon at the same price we would sell to 
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Then, after 
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standard for fifty 
years. 
Our Illustrated 
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chimneys, etc. 
Send for it. 
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ITO 
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