52 
House & Garde 
KITCHENETTE CLAIMS in the LEAGUE of RATIONS 
Fest Pocket Culinary Departments That Save Time, Space 
and Labor by Using Electricity 
ETHEL R. PEYSER 
“TOY!” gasped Mrs. Gregory Eggleston, 
3 turning on the electric current for break¬ 
fast coffee. 
“Isn’t it a luxury after you’ve been out late,” 
she said turning to her guest, ]Mrs. Bradford 
Reardon, “not to have to think of servants and 
be able to have breakfast like this at 10:30— 
with impunity! You know I think the kitchen¬ 
ette will rob domestics of house room!” 
“It certainly is a luxury to have a little cook¬ 
ing kit like this whether one has another home 
or not. And to have it as you have—within 
easy driving distance from the theater, where 
you and your friends can spend the night and 
breakfast like kings from this shiny apparatus. 
Besides,” she continued, “it’s amazing how a 
little 6' X 5' room (see plan 1) does solve 
the omnipresent question of how to live in the 
country and yet not have to depend on hotels 
to keep one comfortable while attending to the 
affairs of business and pleasure in the city.” 
“You're right,” agreed Mrs. Eggleston, tak¬ 
ing some chilled oranges out of the refrigerator 
under the table, “Gregory and I wanted the 
country for our growing kindergarten and yet 
it seemed impossible until we thought of this 
scheme. Gregory has so many interests in the 
city and you know how many I have that it 
seemed almost exile to leave it. If we didn’t 
have this place, I’d be on the road all the 
time, whereas now when I am home I can 
devote my entire time to the kiddies.” 
Dropping the Maids 
“But,” she went on, “you’d be surprised how 
Gregory hated the idea at first of a manless or 
maidless entourage. He said he couldn’t bear 
to think of me messing with stoves, etc., and 
now you should see him! He loves it—he 
helps me too, and says it makes him think of 
our early days—and he loves me to wait on 
him and be alone with him.” 
“The kitchenette as the domestic canteen has 
come to stay,” Mrs. Reardon said, and then 
looking about her with an amused flash in her 
eye, “but your kitchenette, dear, is like an 
ordinary kitchen. The kitchenettes I’ve con¬ 
jured up when thinking of them at all, have 
been little curtained slits in the wall in the 
corner of two rooms without bath, clothes 
closets without clothes, bath rooms without 
baths, washstands capped with shelves full of 
canned goods and gas appliances all permitting 
of cookery with every requisite for human food 
except the desire to eat it.” 
“Yes,” laughed Mrs. Eggleston, “I guess 
the only definition of a kitchenette is: a place 
to cook smaller than your previous one and 
smaller than any kitchen of any of your 
friends!” 
“But,’’ Mrs. Reardon continued with rap¬ 
ture. “your kitchenette is a dream. It always 
reminds me of jewels—the tiled floors, walls 
Almost everything runs by electricity in this elaborate kitchenette—electric stove, dishwasher, bread mixer, and ice machine.. There are no 
back-breaking cupboards, but the utensils are hung up at a reachable height. Courtesy of the Edison Co. 
