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THE K.U KAL NEW-YORKER 
December 25, 
Woman and the Home 
From Day to Day. 
AT THE MANGER. 
When first, her Christmas watch to keep, 
Came down the silent Angel, Sleep, 
With snowy sandals shod, 
Beholding what his mother’s hands 
Had wrought, with softer swaddling-bands 
She swathed the Son of God. 
Then, skilled in mysteries of Night, 
With tender visions of delight 
She wreathed his resting-place, 
Till, wakened by a warmer glow 
Than Heaven itself had yet to show, 
He saw his mother's face. 
—Father John B. Tabb in the Atlantic 
Monthly. 
* 
One of the new designs imsilver noted 
this season is the breakfast roll tray. It 
is a shallow round dish of pierced silver 
on a low stand, costing from $14 to $48. 
* 
Small cheese patties may be included 
among delicious supper dishes. One cup¬ 
ful of grated cheese, one of grated bread 
crumbs, three eggs, salt, pepper and a 
third of a cupful of melted butter. Stir 
all together until light and comparatively 
smooth, then add half a cupful of milk. 
Turn the mixture into deep patty pans, 
cover the top of each with cracker 
crumbs and bake. Serve at once. 
* 
Here is a paragraph which has been 
used as a spelling test, in writing from 
dictation. Just try it on a few of the 
high-school girls and boys, and see how 
many emerge triumphant from the 
ordeal: 
“This celibate was a licentiate in medi¬ 
cine, and held other scholastic diplomas. 
His characteristics were idiosyncrasies 
personified—one day taciturn, the next 
garrulous. To-day his facile pen evolves 
a sapient distich in piquant satire of 
some literary genius; to-morrow an en¬ 
comiastic effusion on an illiterate volup¬ 
tuary. His studies on concrete science 
were exotic; his researches in natural 
history esoteric, if not chimerical.” 
* 
A little note in the New York Sun 
says that the most interesting thing in 
New York to the stranger depends upon 
the view-point taken. An old lady from 
a rural district had just finished the. first 
week of her first visit to the city when 
her nephew inquired: 
“Well, Aunt Kate, what is the most 
interesting thing you have seen?” 
“Do you know,” was the unexpected 
response, “I just can’t get over those 
nice, long slanting clotheslines we see 
every place we go on the elevated rail¬ 
roads. They’re so convenient I'm going 
to have John get the little pulleys and 
put one on the kitchen window so I can 
just stand inside and hang out all my 
wash instead of traipsing around in the 
wet grass.” 
Isn’t that an idea worth bearing in 
mind ? 
* 
The name of Mrs. Elizabeth S. Hur¬ 
ley, who died recently in New York, 
conveys little meaning to the outside 
world. Her obituarv occupied a brief 
space in the newspapers, and was no 
doubt entirely overlooked by eager read¬ 
ers who absorbed columns of exaggera¬ 
tion dealing with the latest fashionable 
divorce, or the newest and dingiest scan¬ 
dal of the business world. And yet Mrs. 
Hurley had, by her influence and train¬ 
ing, helped 12,000 women to lead useful 
and respectable lives, caring, in all, for 
at least 20,000 girls, whom she endeav¬ 
ored to train in habits of industry. She 
had been in the service of the Children’s 
Aid Society for 54 years, at the time of 
her death being superintendent of the 
Elizabeth Home for Girls. Though 
nearly 80 years old, she was in active 
service until within a week of her death. 
She was the widow of an army surgeon, 
who died in the Civil War. Mrs. Hur¬ 
ley began her work for the society in 
the East River Industrial School, in a 
shanty district known as Dutch Hill. 
She proved so skillful in training un¬ 
ruly girls that she was placed in charge 
of the Girls’ Lodging House, finally as¬ 
suming charge of the Elizabeth Home. 
Only those who have engaged in such 
work know how difficult, and often dis¬ 
heartening, is the training of unruly and 
wayward girls, or from what depths 
they are rescued. Mrs. Hurley trained 
these girls in all sorts of useful 
work, and sent out about 300 annually 
fitted for respectable positions. She left 
her impress on all these young lives, and 
truly her works do follow her. 
Somehow, the world never seems to 
give full value to such lives as these, 
and rarely to the home-keeping mother 
who makes character within the confines 
of her own family. But just as Mrs. 
Hurley taught honesty, industry, truth¬ 
fulness and cleanliness of body and 
mind to the untaught waifs of a great 
city, so many an unknown woman is 
to-day uplifting the ideals of a farm 
home, keeping her altar fire burning 
brightly, in spite of the stress of pov¬ 
erty and toil. An old European proverb 
says: “God could not be evenwvhere, so 
He made mothers.” Whether a good 
woman mothers her own children or 
those of others, the mother-spirit is the 
same, and, this is the embodied spirit of 
Christmas. So, if Christmas seems the 
merrier for thoughts of St. Nicholas, or 
Kriss Kringle, or Santa Claus, or what¬ 
ever joyous sprite you choose, remem¬ 
ber that the family ideal of mutual love 
and helpfulness lies at its foundation, 
and that merriment alone, without the 
underlying religious thought, may give 
us the pleasures of a pagan feast, but 
not the joy and happiness of the Chris¬ 
tian Feast of the Nativity. 
Yeast for Making Vinegar. 
On page 1032 I came across a recipe 
for making a good vinegar, by S. E. P. 
M. He says use one quart of bakers’ 
yeast; I presume he means by that, brew¬ 
ers’ yeast. As the nearest brewery is 20 
miles distant from here there is no 
chance of my getting any, and all of 
the bakers in this city use nothing but 
compressed yeast. Can I use the com¬ 
pressed yeast, and if so, what quantity 
is required?_ g. w. j. 
Nehemiah’s Plan. 
Catherine was blackening her last 
year’s hat with shoe polish, while the 
ribbon that was to form a smart rosette 
ofi one side was simmering in a dye pot 
on the kitchen stove. She sat for some 
minutes with the sponge from the black¬ 
ing bottle poised in air, too abstracted 
to notice the little chain of inky spots 
forming slowly upon her borrowed 
apron. It was Miriam who brought her 
back to earth by her noisy progress 
through the room; Miriam was general¬ 
ly noisy, and it was her gingham apron. 
“Do you think,” asked Catherine earn¬ 
estly, “that an Old Folks’ Home is more 
needed in Gordonville, than a home for 
crippled children?” 
“I think,” said Miriam, with concen¬ 
trated scorn, “that a public subscription 
to buy you some gingham aprons is 
more needed than anything else just at 
present. You burnt a hole in your only 
decent one yesterday, and now you’re 
dropping shoe polish all over one of 
mine, while ) r ou’re wool-gathering as 
usual.” 
Catherine looked hurt, but went on 
with her work in silence. She thought 
Miriam rather unreasonable, after she 
had spent the whole morning in bleach¬ 
ing and trimming a hat for her, before 
she had even touched her own. Catherine 
had an undeniable knack for millinery, 
a real talent in dressmaking, but she 
possessed an artistic temperament, fur¬ 
ther complicated by a passion for phil¬ 
anthropic castles in the air. It was a 
real trial to the family when she sud¬ 
denly decided to take apart her only 
Sunday gown on Saturday morning, and 
spent the whole day in a feverish rush 
to get it together again, but it was worse 
when, left to her own devices, she turned 
the family dinner into a burnt offering, 
and drew plans for a delightful little 
sanitarium bungalow, while the turnips 
resolved themselves into a scorched 
brown paste. 
“People in Gordonville,” she asserted 
indignantly, “haven’t a thought above 
their petty daily cares. Since I’ve got to 
vegetate among them, the only thing I 
can do is to live my own life mentally, 
and prepare for a wider horizon when 
opportunity offers. I wouldn’t for worlds 
belittle mother’s good housekeeping, but 
after all, what are dainty cakes and 
well-ironed tablecloths compared with 
the uplift of hopeless city workers, or 
the saving of poverty-stricken lives?” 
“That’s entirely true, Cathy,” respond¬ 
ed her elder brother, who, as a strug¬ 
gling divinitv student, was generally re¬ 
garded as a court of last resort in ques¬ 
tions of conscience. “But how about 
trying Nehemiah’s plan of building the 
nearest stretch of wall first? If you get 
the habit of burning the family turnips 
while planning a day nursery, isn’t it 
equally possible that you might let the 
day nursery babies fall downstairs while 
discussing foreign missions?” 
“But turnips—and dusting the dining¬ 
room—compared with missions and day 
nurseries”— 
“Are the one talent you are entrusted 
with before you can prove yourself 
worthy of receiving ten,” said Paul, very 
decidedly. “After all, Florence Nightin¬ 
gale and Dorothea Dix and all those 
good women you envy and admire got 
their first training right at home, and 
there’s plenty for you to do in Gordon¬ 
ville, if it’s nothing more than ‘helping 
lame dogs over stiles.’ ” 
Catherine looked unconvinced, but it 
is an undeniable fact that her cooking 
has improved, and she is acquiring a 
tendency to help ailing neighbors when 
needed, instead of confining her philan¬ 
thropy to pencil and paper. 
I 
Woman’s Work in California. 
You ask on page 932, for a frank dis¬ 
cussion of the duties of farmers’ wives. 
As the son of one, husband of another 
and brother of several sisters, all of 
whom are farmers’ wives. I venture an 
opinion. The writer in the Evening Post 
is totally wrong in the spirit of his ar¬ 
ticle, though some of his points are well 
taken. But why should the farmers’ wives 
and daughters labor with the milk? We 
do a retail trade to families (in a small 
way), and have more calls for butter 
than we can supply, but I notice that 
they are a whole lot more ready to re¬ 
ceive the butter than the monthly bill. 
The creamery is a check every pay day. 
The poultry statement is ridiculous. 
There is not a farmer’s wife in the 
county who does not “brag” on the 
number of chickens she raised. Of 
course the women do not work as hard 
as they used to. Why should they? The 
men don’t. Almost all our tools are rid¬ 
ing now, where I used to break my back 
when a boy, binding and shocking be¬ 
hind the cradlers. I now get on a head¬ 
er and cut more grain in a half hour 
than a bunch of us used to cut and bind 
in a half day. My mother was a uioneer 
of Colorado, and went through it all, 
Indian scares, etc.—but why should she 
do it now? I am of the strong opinion 
that the man that wrote that article has 
got just as far in the newspaper busi¬ 
ness (with regard to agriculture) as I 
did myself; I used to earn 50 cents for 
“pulling the press” for the weekly of 
our county paper. g. e. eastwood. 
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