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THE RUKAL, NEW-YORKER 
Juno C>, 
Woman and the Home 
From Day to Day. 
THE WHIP-POOR-WILL. 
We travelled thro’ the soundless night 
And breathed the fragrant June, 
Tumultuous fragrance, flooded bright 
With an unwaning moon ; 
Till from the whitened field the wood 
Rose dark along the hill,— 
And there with sudden joy we stood 
To hear thee, whip-poor-will! 
O Bird, O Wonder! Long and high 
Thy measured question calls! 
I marvel, till thy perfect cry 
Almost too perfect falls. 
What art thou singing, voice divine. 
Heart: of the poignant night? 
What utter loneliness is thine, 
Of suffering or delight? 
Delight too lovely, all but pain. 
Would thy frail spirit pour? 
Would sorrow, in thy perfect strain. 
Be joy forevermore? 
Thou hadst no answer but thy song— 
Clear as the soft June light, 
Sweet as the fragrant earth, and long 
As that immortal night. 
—John Erskine in Atlantic Monthly. 
* 
A new idea in custard pie is sug¬ 
gested by Good Housekeeping. Add to 
the custard one-half cupful of finely- 
ground hazel nuts. The nuts rise to the 
top and form a tender crust to the 
custard. Walnuts, pecans or almonds 
may be used in place of the hazelnuts. 
* 
For banana salad cut four bananas, 
not too ripe, into cubes, mix with them 
one-half cup of chopped celery and one- 
half cup of English walnuts chopped 
fine. Make a dressing of a teaspoonful 
of powdered sugar, half a teaspoonful 
of salt, one-fourth teaspoonful of pap¬ 
rika (Hungarian red pepper), one tahle- 
spoonful of lemon juice and two table¬ 
spoonfuls of oil, Pour over the 
bananas, nuts and celery, mix lightly 
and serve on a bed of lettuce leaves. 
* 
“Divinity” is a new sweetmeat, a sub¬ 
stitute for fudge invented by some up- 
to-date girl: Pour three cups of sugar 
into a saucepan. Add two-thirds of a 
cup of water and a cup of thick table 
syrup. In another pan mix a cup of 
sugar and one-half cup of water. While 
the contents of both pans are coming 
to a soft boil, beat the whites of three 
eggs in a large bowl, and when stiff 
pour in the contents of the second pan 
and beat. Then add the contents of the 
first pan. Mix and add shelled nuts. 
Then beat the whole concoction till stiff. 
Pour into a greased pan to cool. Cut 
into dainty slices. 
* 
Little ruffs tied close about the neck 
are among the new dress accessories; 
they are made of plain illusion or 
dotted net, very close and high above 
the ears and chin, but not standing out 
very far. They are tied with a ribbon 
bow in the back or at the side. Some 
have a little bunch of rosebuds or other 
artificial flowers tucked in the folds; 
others are closely pleated so that the 
upper part stands close around the neck, 
while the lower edge lies flat on the 
shoulder, the center being finished with 
a close band of velvet having a flat bow 
in front. They differ from the ruffs 
formerly worn in their closeness about 
the neck, and in the tie being at side 
or back, instead of the front. They are 
shown in all sorts of popular colors, as 
well as white and black. 
* 
This season restores the washing 
chamois glove to popularity, and it 
seems likely to be much worn all Sum¬ 
mer. These gloves are made in white, 
cream and the natural yellow; they 
have the advantage of absorbing per¬ 
spiration and being cooler on the hands 
than a dressed kid. With reasonable 
care they can be washed as readily as a 
fabric glove, shrinking very little; they 
should, however, be purchased a quar¬ 
ter-size larger than the dressed kid. 
They are washed in lukewarm water 
and white soap. Make a suds, put the 
gloves on, and wash them on the hands; 
do not rub soap on the chamois. Rinse 
well, also in lukewarm water, and dry 
in a good current of air. It is an ad¬ 
vantage if one has wooden “glove trees” 
to dry them on, but if not dry in the 
ordinary way, and gently rub any hard 
spots to soften them. They come in all 
lengths, from short walking gloves with 
one button to 16 or 20-button mousque- 
taires. 
* 
The New York Sun has been printing 
a discussion of “Washington pie,” a 
fearsome dainty as composed by the 
bakers, who appear to mix all the scraps 
of cake left into a sort of custard filling 
for the pie, which retailed at one cent a 
slice. But a feminine correspondent 
sends the recipe for real homemade 
Washington pie, which she says came in 
season May 1. Says this writer: 
On May morning we children wont to 
the woods to gather arbutus. During our 
absence the pie was baked, and it was our 
reward when we returned, and there was 
not one, but several of them. It was 
understood that no arbutus, no pie. On 
Hie rare occasions when we failed to find 
it in bloom and returned without it grand¬ 
mother used to say: “Well, children, you 
know the terms, but as the pies are made 
we may as well eat them this time.” This 
is the way she made them 60 years ago, 
and we have always preserved the recipe: 
Two eggs, one cup sugar, one-half cup but¬ 
ter, one cup buttermilk, one-baif teaspoon 
bicarbonate soda, one and one-lialf cups 
flour. This is for one pie. ' Put equal 
quantities on two large round pie plates. 
Bake a nice brown in a moderate oven. 
Take the best china cake plate and put one 
layer on that, then a Thick layer of home¬ 
made raspberry jam, then the other layer 
of cake and more jam on the top. Serve 
with lots of cream skimmed from last 
night’s milking. 
* 
A southern woman, writing to a 
Texas newspaper recently, told some¬ 
thing of the expedients adopted by our 
southern sisters during the blockade of 
the Civil War. It sounds like the days 
of the first colonists when she says: 
I have had some experience in carding 
and spinning, learned from my mother, 
who had only a meager knowledge of weav¬ 
ing. She made several pieces of cloth; 
would card at night and spin in the day. 
Our light was often from the fireplace. 
Sometimes the old “1 allow dip” was used, 
and sometimes the eggshell lamp, or the 
sycamore ball saturated in oil laid on a tin 
platter. I could spin knitting thread, of 
which we made footwear, gloves, etc. We 
would shear our pet sheep, using the wool 
for half hose, and sending to those in the 
war. Coffee was a luxury denied us be¬ 
cause of the great blockade, hence the use 
of substitutes, parched meal being ours 
principally. ITow good it tasted to us 
children, as we drank from the little tin 
cups! We made hats and caps. My 
“Sunday” bonnet was made of straws for 
filling, woven into thread warp and cloth 
was used for crown and frill. We learned 
to crochet hats of fine thread, which, trim¬ 
med with colors and stained downy plumes 
taken from the turkeys, looked quite well 
for the times. 
Another woman who went through 
the same period says: 
I made cloth, carded and spun our sew¬ 
ing thread and in fact made everything we 
had to wear. I have done all kinds of 
field work, except plowing. We raised our 
indigo to color the blue to stripe our Sun¬ 
day dresses. I thought as much of a new 
homespun dress then as I do of a gingham 
or lawn now. I have eaten cornbread made 
from an old steel hand mill. I love to read 
the old letters, but I don’t want any more 
war times. I think wo ought to raise 
everything at home that we can, if we 
would, and not be so wasteful; we would 
be better off. My children don’t know what 
hard times are. I had one sister that 
learned to make shoes, so she made them 
for the family . 
Another tells how she carded, spun 
and wove many yards of cloth, knitted 
socks, and sewed and made pine straw 
bats and bonnets, which she sold for 
money to buy salt and other necessities. 
A Mississippi woman says that they ate 
bread without salt for four years, and 
there were many other privations. The 
generation now growing up has little 
idea of the sacrifices endured by women, 
both North and South, during the great 
strife now nearly half a century gone. 
The Woman on a Farm. 
I know the meaning of life for a 
woman on a farm. There wasn’t even 
a sink in the kitchen when father bought 
the farm. It happened that where the 
carpenters put one in was before a west¬ 
ern window. Perhaps you can’t even 
guess what it has meant to me to be 
able to look away from those dirty, 
greasy dishes, over the tender green 
fields and the pasture, up the slope and 
line of the hills, to the changing sky, 
blue and cloud-flecked—burning with 
sunset glory. Just that one thing has 
done for my weary nerves more than 
any “nerve tonic.” I will confess, nor 
am I at all ashamed to admit it, that 
T have been in the habit of neglecting 
the ironing of bedding and undershirts 
in the Summer, so that I might have the 
time to spend strolling out of doors 
studying bird life and the shy wild flow¬ 
ers. It may be time I should outgrow 
“children’s sports,” but I haven’t, and I 
hope I never shall. Is it necessary? 
Why shouldn’t I enjoy skating and 
coasting—yes, and snowballing until I 
wrap the drapery of my couch about me, 
and lie down to pleasant dreams. 
In the city (I have lived there, too) 
a woman has her housework, books, 
papers and the delights of shopping. 
But what has she on the farm? First 
of all she has a purer, dearer home life; 
a setting of endless beauty and purity 
for her housework, such as green, clean 
fields to bleach her clothes, and spring 
water to drink free of charge; in short, 
she has life at its best, and the books 
and papers will come to her at the same 
price. I know there is the temptation 
to work too hard. Berrytime and chick¬ 
ens and hired men can make life nearly 
all drudgery—but don’t let them. We 
must, most of us, eat our bread in the 
sweat of our brow, but don't overlook 
the garnishing that makes it tempting. 
If we women would never allow our¬ 
selves to lose our place with the chil¬ 
dren, what a great difference it would 
make. They can help us more than the 
doctors if we will. Suppose you try 
cutting a little of the household round, 
and spend as much time as you can 
“playing” really and truly in the great 
out-of-doors. It would be harder for 
me to keep young in the city than on 
a lonely farm, just because I have eyes 
and can’t help seeing the purity and 
beauty everywhere, and have ears to 
hear low, sweet bird songs and the 
cheery workaday sounds of the men in 
the fields, the cattle and chickens. It 
is all so natural, so clean and honest. 
What we farm women need is not a 
prescription or learned advice to keep us 
from monotony and blues. We need 
eyes to see, ears to hear, and above all 
hearts to understand. Half the misery 
of life is because we are so dull of 
understanding. The possibilities of a 
farm woman’s life are endless—only 
open your eyes and look at something 
heside the daily routine of cooking, mak¬ 
ing and mending; the planning for 
another day. You will find soon that 
your vexations will silently fold their 
tents and as silently steal away into the 
background. adah e. barnes. 
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