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THIS RURAL NEW-YORKER 
Woman and the Home 
From Day to Day 
A BOY’S SONG. 
Where the pools are bright and deep, 
Where the gray trout lies asleep, 
Up the river and over the lea, 
That’s the way for Billy and me. 
Where the blackbird sings the latest, 
Where the hawthorn blooms the sweetest, 
Where the nestlings chirp and flee, 
That’s the way for Billy and me. 
Where the mowers mow the cleanest, 
Where the hay lies thick and greenest, 
There to track the homeward bee, 
That’s the way for Billy and me. 
Where the hazel bank is steepest. 
Where the shadow falls the deepest, 
Where the clustering nuts fall free, 
That’s the way for Billy and me. 
Why the boys should drive away 
Little sweet maidens from their play, 
Or love to banter and fight so well, 
That’s the thing I never could tell? 
But this I know. I love to play 
Through the meadow, among the hay 
Up the water and over the lea, 
That’s the way for Billy and me. 
—James Hogg. 
* 
Cheese dreams, sometimes served as a 
luncheon or supper dish, are made by 
spreading thin slices of bread with cheese 
that has been rubbed to a paste, putting 
two pieces together like a sandwich, and 
then browning this sandwich on both 
sides in a chafing dish or pan containing 
bubbling hot butter. Cheese dreams are 
very nice to serve with salad. 
* 
Some pretty guest towels seen recently 
had a border of insertion about two 
inches wide let in above the hem. The 
insertion was a combination of corona¬ 
tion braid and crochet, the center being 
braid brought closely back and forth, 
with a simple series of crochet stitches 
holding it together and forming the edges. 
We used to see crocheting combined with 
picot and rickrack braid, and qny such 
patterns may be used with the corona¬ 
tion. An initial was embroidered above, 
and the opposite hem finished either with 
narrow insertion or double hemstitching. 
* 
The First "Aid Nursing Yeomanry 
Corps is an English organization of 
women forming mounted detachments 
with ambulance wagons to care for and 
transport wounded soldiers in time of 
war. They have an encampment every 
season, at which each woman cares for 
her own horse, cleaning, feeding, etc., 
puts up tents, builds campfires, cuts wood, 
and does all sorts of chores. Such work 
would not seem strange to a farm girl 
accustomed to turn her hand to any duty, 
but it means a great deal to young women 
who have never been expected to do any 
manual work. Of course they are 
taught practical nursing, first aid, and 
similar duties. Many a girl whose false 
standards of gentility teach her to look 
down on manual labor has been brought 
to a saner view by joining some organi¬ 
zation in which personal service was 
given its proper place. 
* 
The little poem printed above used to 
be memorized by school children on the 
other side of the Atlantic, and was often 
familiar before a child became acquainted 
with the alphabet. No doubt the Et- 
trick Shepherd, to give this Scottish poet 
his pseudonym, depicted his own childish 
memories in this poem. James Ilogg 
was a country boy, born in the Forest 
of Ettrick in 1770; he worked as a shep¬ 
herd, with few advantages of education, 
until recognition of his talent gave him 
opportunities of literary work. lie died 
in 1835. Just now there is, according to 
literary authorities, a growing interest 
in poetry—people read it more than for 
many a year, though so far we have had 
to turn to other countries for the epoch- 
making poetry of this generation. Per¬ 
haps, even now, some country boy is 
spending lonely days plowing hill fields, 
caring for isolated herds, and thinking 
meanwhile until he, like the Ettrick 
Shepherd, breaks into soul-arresting 
verse, and gives us some homespun Amer¬ 
ican name to put beside Masefield and 
Noyes! 
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With the increasing demand for 
canned food there seems no limit to the 
materials put up in this way. We were 
recently introduced to canned tamales, 
which really seemed most extraordinary 
for a canned product. The open can 
showed 10 neat little flat bundles done up 
in corn husk, which, when unwrapped, 
disclosed the usual cornmeal paste en¬ 
closing chopped chicken flavored with to¬ 
mato and red pepper. They are evidently 
machine-made tamales, which should suit 
the fastidious better than those the Mex¬ 
ican women pat into shape by hand. 
Canned lentils come well recommended, 
and should encourage a taste for this 
highly nutritious legume, which is not 
yet much used by American housekeep¬ 
ers. The lentils are very savory put up 
will tomato sauce, like beans. Among 
canned fish we find the Californian tuna 
very nice for a change; it is packed in 
solid flakes of white flesh, which may be 
creamed or scalloped in a variety of ways. 
This fish, in a number of different varie¬ 
ties, belongs to the mackerel family, and 
is known in different localities as tunny, 
tuna and horse mackerel. It sometimes 
weighs as much as a thousand pounds 
and on the Pacific coast is highly es¬ 
teemed by sportsmen as a game fish. It 
is caught extensively in the Mediterra¬ 
nean and also in the North Atlantic. The 
flesh is quite oily, though this is les¬ 
sened, we think, in canning; the oil is 
used in dressing leather. 
The Easy Picnic. 
In late Summer and early Fall picnics 
are numerous, and sometimes they are 
burdensome because they bring on so 
much extra work. It is no small task 
to prepare chickens, make cakes, pack 
the baskets, make a salad, get coffee and 
lemons ready and do all the things need¬ 
ed for a good meal. A country picnic is 
always well supplied with good things 
to eat, so the work falls upon the women 
of the families to get them ready. 
There are two kinds of easy picnics 
possible to country or town people, and 
in many communities the housekeepers 
use first one plan and then the other. 
The first is to arrange over the telephone 
for each article of food, and alternate as 
picnic after picnic is given. For exam¬ 
ple, Mrs. A and Mrs. B furnish the cakes 
for a group, say, of 20 or .30 persons, 
and the work is light for them. If two 
kinds are wanted each housekeeper makes 
a light and a dark cake, fitting the two 
together to save eggs. Mrs. C. and Mrs. 
I). make the salads and perhaps four 
more women furnish the fried chicken. 
It is more work to get chicken ready than 
to make cake, so more are assigned to 
this task. Also a fair proportion is made 
according to families, the large families 
giving more and the small ones less. 
Elderly ladies who do not want any work 
furnish the olives, the fancy cakes from 
the grocery, or anything tuat can be 
bought, and with a little planning nobody 
is overworked. The next time the work 
is shifted so that expense and work are 
evenly divided. Occasionally the con¬ 
tributors take extras like preserves, 
honey, pickles and cookies, but always 
the extras are little things that give no 
trouble. 
The second easy picnic is quite differ¬ 
ent. Large hampers of green corn, well 
washed potatoes and sweet potatoes and 
large numbers of watermelons and musk- 
melons are carried to the picnic grounds, 
and the work is largely done by the 
young people right on the grounds. Big 
fires roast the potatoes and boll the corn, 
while the melons need nothing hut carving. 
When the table is set with great platters 
of fried chicken and cold meats, dishes 
of pickles and preserves, steaming vege¬ 
tables and delicious melons, it presents 
a wonderfully attractive sight. Of course 
such a picnic would be out of the ques¬ 
tion in early Summer, but in Autumn it 
is a delightful reality in many commu¬ 
nities. Plenty of good sweet butter is 
needed and plenty of fine country bread. 
With such a feast the peaches, pears, ap¬ 
ples, melons and grapes are sufficient for 
dessert, though occasionally one kind of 
cake is served. Such a picnic makes a 
fitting harvest home feast. It should al¬ 
ways be served at noon or early in the 
evening as it is rather heavy for the 
conventional picnic supper. 
These easy picnics are revolutionizing 
the social good times of the country and 
are bringing to the women more enjoy¬ 
ment with less care than anything else 
now in progress. There is plenty to eat 
without waste, and nobody is over¬ 
worked to have a good time. 
HILDA RICHMOND. 
The Rural Patterns. 
When ordering patterns always give 
number of pattern and measurements de¬ 
sired. 
The first group shows 7459 blouse or 
shirt waist for misses and small women, 
14, 16 and 18 years. 7337 mannish shirt 
waist for misses and small women, 14, 16 
and 18 years. 7954 semi-princesse gown, 
34 to 42 bust. 7924 two-piece draped 
skirt, 22 to 32 waist. 7768 four-gored 
skirt for misses and small women, 14, 
16 and IS years. 
The second group includes 7137 child's 
French dress. 2 to 6 years. 7948 child’s 
circular cape, 3. 2 and 4 years. 7933 
semi-princesse dress for misses and small 
women, 16 and 18 years. 7946 boy’s 
blouse, 6 to 12 years. 7870 boy’s blouse, 
4 to 10 years. Price of each pattern 10 
cents. 
A Cozy Jyjtchen Annex. 
Often when I sit on my little new 
piazza I think I will tell The R. N.-Y 
about it. In the shady angle of the 
house, at the end of the garden of ferns 
and wild flowers, was an old narrow 
piazza, running under two windows. 
When I stood on the step-ladder to clean 
the windows this Spring, one board gave 
away enough to treat me to a good 
scare. When I got down I immediately 
pulled off three boards to indicate to my 
husband and to myself that we were 
to save breaking our bones by taking 
down that piazza. When hi' came 
home he proceeded to “doe ye nexte 
thynge” by finishing what I had 
begun, lie did more. At odd times he 
built up a platform in the angle, nearly 
six feet square, of such bits of lumber 
as lie had handy. It is not particularly 
handsome, but it is strong, and the gar¬ 
den furnishes all the beauty needed. 
August 30, 
Moreover, the bit of land covered by a 
part of the old piazza is now available 
for additional wild flowers and ferns. 
Already a fine plant of purple loosestrife 
in full blossom, a bit of spearmint, a 
Pyrola, a wild ginger, bishop’s cap, for¬ 
get-me-not, harebells, skullcap, pale Cory- 
dalis and others have been brought in to 
gladden our eyes, both this year, and in 
years to come. Says Emerson : 
If I could put my words in song, 
And tell what’s there enjoyed, 
All men would to my garden throng, 
And leave the cities void. 
A door from the kitchen opens upon 
this new piazza, and a board forms a 
walk through the garden, out to the lawn. 
A comfortable, big, round-backed wooden 
chair stands ready, and we found this 
place very pleasant for washing lettuce, 
picking over berries, etc., but w-e needed 
a table. It was such a little place that 
it seemed best to use an idea that I had 
seen worked out at a neighbor’s. A shelf, 
17x26 inches, made of thin boards cleated 
together, was hinged to the house, beside 
the door. A brace was hinged to the un¬ 
der side of this shelf, about midway. 
The loose lower end of this brace was 
made to slip into a cleat nailed to the 
house, when the shelf was in use. A 
slight lift of the shelf releases the lower 
end of the brace, and allows shelf and 
brace to fall flat against the house, and 
out of the way. We tacked a piece of 
enamel cloth to the house just above the 
shelf, so that it covers the shelf, whether 
it is up or down, protecting it from the 
weather, and forming a surface that is 
easily kept clean. 
Now here is a place to set the stocking 
basket, or the dish of berries while we 
work. It is just right for letter writing, 
too. We all think this little corner a de¬ 
lightful spot in which to work, or to rest 
and look off across the grassy backyard 
with its young apple trees and blackberry 
patch, to the green hills beyond the river. 
Speaking of young apple trees suggests 
the fact that those same trees blossomed 
beautifully full this year, but a hard 
frost came just as they were in their 
glory. The result is that it looks as if 
we should have very few apples. While 
storing away in the cellar closet the 
canned berries and the currant jelly that 
I made the other day, I noticed some ap¬ 
ple juice that I had bottled two years 
ago, because we had an abundance of 
Yellow Transparents on our little tree, and 
I got tired of making jelly. “Now,” 
thought I, “I will surprise the good man. 
He doesn’t expect any apple jelly this 
year, and he likes it.” So I took those 
bottles upstairs, and made the jelly just 
as if the liquid had not waited two years 
since it was boiled from the apples. One 
bottle smelled moldy, and I had my 
doubts, but I did that one, separately, 
and it was all right when cooked with 
the sugar. When the good man came in 
the first things he saw were those glasses 
of clear jelly, and how he started! It was 
worth something to see his look of wonder. 
This experience reminded me of Pharoah’s 
seven years of plenty and seven years of 
famine, and taught me a lesson, too. 
I want to say how much 1 enjoyed the 
letter of L. S. in which she tells of her 
“days off” with the children, out of doors. 
Those children will never forget those 
delightful days, and memories of home 
and mother will be doubly dear to them 
in after years. As for the mother—I 
know one young married woman whose 
relatives-in-law and neighbors held to the 
doctrine of all work and no play. She 
broke down nervously under the strain 
of such an atmosphere, and had to re¬ 
turn with her child to her mother. Bet¬ 
ter a little release from work now and 
then than a long release by and by, with 
little hope of regaining strength and use¬ 
fulness. E. F. M. 
Score Card for Judging Cake. 
A score card for judging cake is given 
in the circular bulletin No. 2 issued by 
the domestic science department of the 
Oregon Agricultural College for the 
Farmers’ Week this season. It includes 
the following points: 
Baking— 
Shape .. 
Color . 
Fineness . 
Flavor . 
Fixture— 
Fineness . 
Evenness . 
Velvety appearance . 
30 
30 
30 
30 
10 
10 
20 
100 
