Bandon recorder., December 24, 1903, Image 4

Redney’s
ChriytmikS
Smoke
(Copyright, 1902, by T. C. McClure. ]
IT was three days before Christmas.
Itedaey Burke separated his <11
mlnutive frame from the seething
crowd of humanity that pressed
along the street and paused before s
plate glass window which above all
others attracted him. This was not
a department store or a candy store or
a bakeshop. Inside there were neither
toys nor sleds nor good things to eat.
but It held those things upon which
Hedney Burke had feasted his small
eyes for many days. And now he
looked, with his whole soul in hl»
glance—he looked and looked and look
ed. He sniffed the air and Imagined
to himself that already he was enjoy­
ing the good things within.
For It was a cigar store, a store of
the better class, full of pipes and tobac­
co and cigarettes and chewing tobacco
and everything that ends in smoke.
In the front of the window Immedi­
ately under the olfactory nerves of Mr.
"WHAT WOULD TOU LIKE TO HAVE FOB
CHRISTMAS?"
Redney Burke was a pipe-- not an ex­
pensive one, but one of just the make
and pattern that suited Mr. Burke. He
had religiously watched this pipe from
day to day, afraid that some other cus­
tomer would buy It. But there it still
remained.
“Gee!” exclaimed Mr. Bedney Burke
to himself as he scratched his short red
hair. “Gee, I wlsbt I had It!”
And the unfortunate part of It all
was that he didn’t have a cant He
searched every pocket and cranny of
his superannuated clothes, from his
feet, which rested on the ground, to his
hat which occupied an exalted posi­
tion some three feet odd above the
ground, for that which he knew he did
not possess. The expected happened,
for he found nothing.
"Gee!" he exclaimed again. “If I had
annuder suit I’d hock this. I gotter
have that pipe; that's what!”
Strolling along the street at peace
with all the world, came a philanthro­
pist. Bedney’s critical eye. casting
altout for ways and means, noted him
as he came.
"I t’ought he was a stiff," he remark­
ed confidentially to some friends a day
or two later, “but I was away off, I
was.”
The philanthropist, whose good na­
ture, to give the devil bis due, was
caused by a remarkably good dinner
which ha had just enjoyed—the phi­
lanthropist t*ore down upon Mr. Red
ney Burke. The latter saw him com­
ing.
“Now, what's his game, anyways?”
thought Mr. Burke as he turned back
once more to gaze upon the pipe.
"Hello, small sir!” remarked the
friend of mankind genially. "Merry
Christmas!”
“Aw.” thought the small sir to him­
self, “what ye glvln’ us? Why can’t
ye leave me alone?”
But he didn't say it. He simply
looked up at the big man with a half
coy, half frightened glance, more par­
ticularly to determine whether he
mlgh* not be the police department In
dlsg©Bfli
"Merry Christmas!" he returned, a
bit wistfully as he thought he saw
a possible opening of a pleasant na­
ture.
■ —
"Well, my boy,” continued the man.
"what are yon going to have for
Christmas, anyway?"
“Christmas!” returned Bedney, with
a alight variation from the truth. "We
don’t never have nothin' for Christmas,
we don’t.”
The man smiled a smile of pity.
"Pear me," he remarked, half to him­
self, “how true It la that one half of
the world knows not how the other
half lives." Then he raised his voice. ,
"What would you say, small sir, If’l
should buy you some of those toy«”—
lie stopped as be gazed Into the win­
dow. “Why, why,” he went on, "I
thought this was a toy store that you
were looking Into!”
"Naw,” returned Bedney. "Itls a to
bacco store.”
"But but,” continued the man, "you
—you don't smoke tobacco. Ton err
tainly nt your age cannot” —
"Naw,” returned Burke, "I don't 1
—I wasn’t thlnkiu’ about meself so
much. I was thlnkiu' about hie old
father. He broke his pipe last mout’,
an' be ain’t bad none since, an' he’s too
poor to git annuder one. 1 was lookin'
at these. Gee! If I could git enough
of the stuff together, I wouldn't do a
thing but buy that there one for him
me poor ole father."
This was said with an air of the
greatest frankness, although Mr. Red­
ney Burke bad always considered bls
father, as did many others, in the light
of a genteel myth. Still he thought to
himself that If be had a father and if
he himself were worth a few million or
so he mlgbt--be didn’t commit himself
upon the subject, however, even in his
thoughts—be might blow his father to
a pipe some time. This considerate
sentiment, he reasoned, justified bls re
ply to the philanthropist.
"Well, well,” remarked the latter,
glancing down at the disinterested
specimen before him, “but what would
you like to have now for Christmas?”
Bedney shook hla head. “I ain't per-
tlcler about meself. If I could git that
there pipe—an’,” he added as he scent­
ed possibilities heretofore unsuspected,
“an' a good bit of smokin’ tobacco, an’
one of them there rubber things to put
it in—say, if I could do that for the old
man—say! An' wouldn’t he feel stuck
on hisself! But, gee, wot’s de use? 1
can't do it, so I might as well be go
in’.”
He made this last remark because be
knew Intuitively that brevity, which is
the soul of wit, is also the essential in
charitable enterprises. Good impulses
don’t last forever, so he moved off,
shaking his head as he went.
The big man looked up and down the
street to see if he was observed, then
he stretched forth his band and caught
Bedney by the arm.
“Here, my boy,” be exclaimed gently
as be shoved a five dollar bill into Mr
Rodney Burke’s reluctant grasp—"here,
go and get the pipe for your father and
then go and get something for — for
yourself, and—and have at least one
happy Christmas that you can look
back upon." His eyes glistened a bit
as lie said it, and, to bls credit be it said,
be did not regret the impulse or the do­
nation for a full two hours thereafter.
“Tanks,” said Mr. Burke, with a bit
of a scrape and a stiff sort of bow-
“t’anks from me an’ me old man!”
The next day there was a queer for
matlou in an unfrequented corner ot
the play yard of the Fourteenth ward
school. This formation resembled more
than anything else an Eskimo hut, but
composed, instead of inanimate ma­
terial, of a very animated and interested
crowd of boys gathered around a com
mon center. From the aperture in the
top of this human Eskimo dwelling,
and therefore heightening the illusion,
ascended a column of smoke, and as it
ascended to the skies there came a
voice from within.
“Gee, fellers'” said the voice. “Gee,
but ain’t this great?’ It was the voice
of Mr. Bedney Burke, the votary of my
Lady Nicotine, the center of an admir­
ing crowd. He smoked a pipe—the pipe
of bis heart—and be filled it from a red
rubber case.
“Just fits in me pants pocket,” he ob­
served. And as be said it he pulled out
a few dollar bills and exhibited them.
“An’ I got four more plunks left!
What d’ye t’ink?” he said.
Later, in the class room, the teacher
lifted her bead high In the air and
sniffed.
“Borne boy,” she remarked severely,
"has been smoking. I want to know
who it is.”
She looked—not around the room—but
directly at Mr. Bedney Burke. He fair­
ly reeked with tobacco, and he knew it.
Under the circumstances, therefore,
he aide stepped with alacrity into the
aisle and looked squarely into the
teacher's eyes.
"Me old wo—me mother,” he explain­
ed gUbly—“me mother had a smokin’
jag on yestiddy, an' I bad to stay home
an’ fill her pipes, an’ me clo'es Is full
of it It ain’t me; it's her. D’ye see?”
Then he whipped out a small, new
leather pocketbook with a brand new
penny in it and handed it over. “An’ a
merry Christmas to you. Miss Burt-
whistle!” be remarked.
«
A Treasare Tree.
One of the most famous Christmas
trees in history was erected at Wind­
sor castle In the early forties. It was
not so very remarkable for its height,
Which was forty feet, but for the fact
that in the aggregate its crop of pres
ente amounted in value to <45.000, or
the value of the product of 9,000 acres
of forest land.
Wta«rr Wrlakles.
Oh. th« happy boy la Hopping
Down the hill with his new slsd.
While (ha bumble tramp la chopping
Kindling wood out In the shed.
And the ruffled.
Muffled, atuffled
CMaatet pecks tne troaen corn.
And the golden,
Molden. olden
Brandy's looked for ev'ry morn!
The fragile maid la skating
' Ca> UK"poud beli'md Uw. udU;
;
Th* sparrow's inaslicatlng
Fruaen crumbs upon the sill.
And the bawling.
Sprawling, crawling
Infant's wrapped In flannels hot.
While the sealing.
Bvar healing
Osaaa graaaa stands beside the cot
The suburbanite Is skipping
Tn his snow (recovered lair,
AM old Boreas la flipping
Merry snowflakes through the air.
And the creeping,
Dapping, sleeping
’ Trolley ear hope through the mush,
I rtWhile the rosy.
Always dosy
Butcher's boy slope through the slush.
Theas wintry scenes I fancy
Aa I'm snuggled in my bad.
Concealed so that,you can't see
Wen the baldness of gsy head.
And the dashing.
Clashing, smashing
MaMatones rhyme upon my pane.
While J coolly.
Honest, truly,
Dream that summer's here again.
' ti v —New York Journal
XMAS A DAY OF TERROR.
Hard Lines of the Flayers Who Ka-
terlala Theater Crowds.
In the vaudeville houses where con-
tiuuous performances are given Christ­
mas day strikes terror to the moat
time hardened dramatic aoui.
The doors open anywhere between
11:30 and 10:30 a. m. and close at about
uildnlgbt The headliners play their
customary two turns, but those lower
in the dramatic scale play “on de­
mand,” generally about four times. If
an act is particularly weak, it is used
to "chase” out the audience—in plain
English, to tire it into leaving the
house and making room for the line
waiting in the lobby.
The low salaried vaudeville actor,
therefore, eschews any Christmas din­
ner and hies himself to the nearest
quick lunch counter, there to feast on
turkey sandwiches, execrable coffee
and pie as heavy as bls spirits. By
the time be has done his last turn on
the stage he is more ready for bed than
for the festive board.
To the unsuccessful actor Christmas
is likely to bring that blessing of the
Rialto, a “turkey dace.”
Scattered within easy access of New
York are numerous small cities, or,
more properly speaking, towns, where
good shows never come. Of these the
catchpenny manager keeps a list, and
on quick notice he scours Broadway
for cheap, unengaged talent, from
which he organizes bls company, re­
hearses it hastily in some playhouse
conveniently idle at the time, rushes
some cheap printing upon the poor, un­
suspecting town and lands there
bright and early Christmas morning.
The population, show hungry, wel­
comes the holiday diversion and packs
the town ball, matinee and night.
The actors are thus assured of a
good Christmas dinner and supper and
a percentage of the box office receipts.
Usually these are divided according to
the importance of the roles played by
the actors. TI i I b will tide them over
until New Year's day, which brings an­
other "turkey date.”
Many an actor now featured on
Broadway has played bis share of
“turkey dates.” One in particular tells
how, with five associates, he put on
"The Clemenceau Cast*,” not abashed
that the cast called for no less than
twelve capable actora, and was quite
radiant over the returns of “one Christ­
mas dinner with trimmings” and J125
to be divided among the actors.—Wash»
ington 1’ost
Xmh./
Near the
North Pole
"W THINK Christmas, 1883, was
■ my most memorable one,” said
A General Greely, the arctic ex­
plorer. “With my command I
Was proceeding southward in the hope
of obtaining help, and about the 20tli
of October we ensconced ourselves in
a little but at Cape Sabine. Our sup­
ply of food was running very low, and
we were on very short rations, every
one being allowed just food enough in
each twenty-four hours to sustain life.
Under these depressing circumstances
and amid the awful silence of the
polar night the cheerfulness that we
continued to maintain was remarkable.
It would have been a splendid opi»r
tunity for Dickens’ character, Mark
Tapley, who was always seeking some
specially depressing situation in life to
show how jolly he could be under ad­
verse circumstances. A b the Christmas
season approached we all looked for­
ward to it with eager anticipation, not
only as a festal day the associations
and memories of which would to some
extent vury the wearisome monotony
of our lives, but because we knew that
the winter solstice would fall about
Dec. 22 and that then the sun would
return and the long, dreary night 1« nt
an end.
“Christmas day came at last, Christ­
mas in the arctie regions! At <> o'clock
A Laaadry Liat For Christmas.
Christmas Wonder Oraage*.
The wonder orange may be used to
conceal small Christmas gifts, and it
also makes a pretty decoration for the
tree. Take a good sized ball of coarse
orange colored worsted and begin wind­
ing it about the present. If the gift Is
not symmetrical enough to admit this,
first wrap it in crushed tissue paper.
After the worsted is completely
wound so as to make a ball the size of
• big orange fasten green tissue paper
leaves In a cluster about where the
step should be and a loop of baby
orange ribbon with which to hang it np.
The wonder orange can also be need
to stuff Into the toe of some expectant
Christmas stocking.
Merry <Ar 1st meat
Be merry Ml. be merry all!
With holly dress the festive hall:
Prepare the song, the feast, the ball.
To welcome laerry Christmas.
—W. R. Spencer.
After your Christmas dinner you will
probably find that you have a goodly
IKirtlon of turkey left. Thia has hap­
pened a great many times before, and
aa a result many ways have been de­
vised for preparing these left over
scraps of turkey meat. This does not
mean the large white slices of the
breast, for this portion of the meat can
tai simply arranged on a platter and
eaten as it is.
A sulud of the white meat of turkey
Is as good as If not better thau chicken
salad. Take one cup of turkey meat,
rather coarsely chopped; one cup of
celery, also rather coarsely chopped;
the whites of three bard boiled eggs,
also chopped. Put the yolks of the
hard boiled eggs into a bowl and
mash and then pour over them three
tablespoonfuls of melted butter or pure
olive oil. Into this put one teaspoon­
ful of salt and one of mustard, with a
dash of red pepper; then thin with half
a cup of good vinegar.
Another way to use the white meat
of turkey is to ehop It fine, then put
a spoonful of cranberry suuce that has
been run through a colander in the
bottom of a mold or Btnall bowl, on this
a layer of chopped turkey, then a lay­
er of cranberry, and so on till the mold
Is full. Press hard and put in a cold
place till ready to use; then turn out
on a platter.
Turkey Croquettes.—Take one cup
of turkey meat, chopped fine; one cup
of bread crumbs, one S(XM>nful of but­
ter and two of cream; season with salt
and pepper; mold into little fancy
shaped cakes and fry.
Turkey patties are made exactly as
are chicken patties. To one cup of
turkey take one cup of turkey gravy
or one cup of water made rich by a
generous lump of butter; season and
thicken with a little flour; pour into
pastry shells and bake in a quick oven.
A—^
Song of
Chriy*tma<.s
WINE th© bittersweet and holly
Arched above the hearthWtone’a
glow.
Joy, and not melancholy,
Came, indrifting with the snow.
In each face the frost a a-tingle.
And afar on Hying wing
Comet the ©leigh bells' rhythmic jingle
Through December journeying.
T
Set the board and ask the blessing
For the bounty amply spread,
In the simplest words expressing
What a loving Father said—
“Peace on earth’’—for this is nearest
When the snows with us abide,
And the winter air is clearest
In the hush of Christmastide.
How a Generoaa Giver ot Preseat»
May Retaliate For Neglect.
A Strange Caatom of Seboolboya and
Teachers.
For a laundry list obtain a delicate
book slate with two or three leaves and
bound in cloth. From embroidery lin­
en cut a piece sufficiently large to face
the front and back and with a margin
a quarter of an inch wide all around.
On one-half of the piece mark the
words "Laundry List" within a frame
at the middle, and to decorate the re­
mainder of the piece draw * conven­
tional flower design.
When the work is finished, apply the
linen to the slate and cover with glue
by turning the edges over and making
them fast to the Inside on a narrow
edge of the cloth binding that is usual­
ly left between the edge of the slate
part and the binding.
At the top binge corner attach a ring
with bew and rlbtxics, by means of
which it can be hung In a convenient
place, and at the knot tie a piece of
string half a yard long, to the end of
which a pencil may be attached.
Wars at Serving th* Forth»» nt
Tarhry Lett From the »'«a««.
A LESSON FOR CHRISTMAS.
CHRISTMAS “BARRING OUT.”
"Barring out” was one of the Christ­
mas customs greatly in vogue in Eng­
land three centuries ago. It is a cus­
tom that obtains not ouly in England,
but to some extent in our own country,
to this day, although it is not particu­
larly a Christmas custom in our coun­
try. "Barring out” was the keeping of
the teacher or master out of the school­
house until he yielded to such terms
as the boys of his school chose to dic­
tate. If the boys were able to keep the
teacher out of the schoolhouse for
three days and nights be was bound by
all the laws of the custom to come
to terms with the boys and to gra.it
them all that they demanded in the
way of half holidays and abbreviated
lesson hours and extended recesses.
If, on the other hand, the teacher out­
witted the boys and regained posses­
sion of the schoolroom, the chagrined
pupils were bound to submit to such
terms as be chose to dictate. As these
terms usually' included the severe
trouncing of all the boys having any­
thing to do with the barring out of the
teacher, the boys were on the alert to
keep him from defeating them. More
than one Christmas time of rejoicing
has been turned into a time of weeping
and wailing on the part of boys whom
some barred ont teacher has defeated.
—Leslie's Weekly.
CHRISTMAS REMNANTS.
TELLINO CHRISTMAS STORIES.
we had our breakfast—thin soup made
of peas, carrots, blublier aud potatoes.
Our Christmas dinner was served at 1
o’clock. Hearken to our menu, ye who
will sit down the coming Christmas
to roast turkey stuffed with oysters:
First course, a stew of seal meat, on­
ions, blubber, potatoes end broad
crumbs; second course, served one
hour after first, a stew of raisins, blub­
ber and milk; dessert, a cup of hot
chocolate. The best and most Christ-
manlike feature of this meal was that
we were allowed a sufficient quantity
of it to satisfy the pangs of hunger.
Our enjoyment of the dessert, one cup
of chocolate, we tried to prolong as
much as possible. Over it we told each
other Christmas stories. We exchanged
reminiscences of bygone Christmases
at home with the loved ones so far
away. We discussed the probability
of our ever reaching our own firesides
again, and we entered Into an agree­
ment that if we got back to civilization
before another Christmas we would
pass the day together in memory of
that awful Christmas we were then
spending in the realm of the relentless
ice king. Alas, many of those brave
fellows never lived to see another
Christmas!”—Buffalo Express.
Christman Dinner Heclpes.
Chestnut stuffing Is the most deli­
cious that can go with a Christmas tur­
key. Shell a quart of Italian or French
chestnuts. Put in hot water and loll
until the skins are softened; drain off
the water and remove the skins. Press
them, a few at a time, through a colan­
der and season with butter, salt and
pepper. Add chopped parsley, onion
and bread crumb* aim season with
stock.
Giblet Sauce.—Boil the giblets until
tender; chop them, but not too fine, and
add a tablespoonful of flour to the pan
tn which the turkey was roasted
Brown the flour, stirring constantly,
adding slowly a cupful of water in
which the giblets were boiled; season
with salt and pepper and add the chop­
ped giblets.
“Here’s something cheap. Let’s buy
it,” said the tall, angular woman.
"What for?” asked the jolly little
one.
“Oh, for a Christmas present," an­
swered the other.
“Who for?” queried No. 2.
“Oil, I don't know. It will come in
handy for some one.”
"Here” (to the clerk), "wrap me up
two of these and hurry my change,
please. How much? Seventeen cents?
Oh, all right.”
“My goodness!" ejaculated her Jolly
companion. "You don't mean to say
you buy all your Christmas presents
that way?’
“Pretty nearly—at least that’s what I
Intend doing this year. I’ve taken lots
of pains to buy things before, but from
now on I’m going to go about things
differently.”
"Why, what has changed you?”
“Well, it's this way: I'm an old maid,
you know, but I like pretty things aw­
fully well. I am accounted well off,
and so I am, but almost every year I
have sought out the nicest, prettiest
things I could find and Bent them off
to those I count my friends. Ami
what did I get in return? Nothing,
positively nothing. Now, the value of
a thing doesn't count one bit with me,
but I do like people to be thoughtful,
and when I get two or three marked
down calendars and a general collec­
tion of stuff picked up to send at the
last moment which is not of the least
use to anylxMly I rebel. So this yenr
I a tn going to try to teach them a les­
son.”
Joy» of Ckrlatasa Time.
While the Christmas season brings a
thrill of joy to all the aged who have
lived correct lives, yet it is sometimes
saddened by reminiscences of sins of
omission and commission. The knowl­
edge that during this blessed time evil
spirits are shorn of power to do evil
does not always soothe the pangs of
conscience. But to the young, to whom
life in prospect is all hope and sun­
shine. the season is one of unalloyed
bliss. In addition to health and good
digestion, they have two patron saints,
“Little Jack Horner, who sat in the
comer,” and Santa Claus, who, though
a Dutchman, is endeared to the In­
fantry of all nations by the bound­
less profusion be showers on all na­
tionalities. There are trees sufficiently
stacked up around the market house to
carry all the old gentleman's tienefae-
tlons this year, and they are selling
readily, a testimonial to the Improved
prospects of the expectant recipients
of his bounty.
Numerous, Indeed, are the hearts to
which Christmas brings a brief sea­
son of happiness and enjoyment. How
many families whose members have
been scattered far and wide in the rest­
less struggle for life are then reunited
and meet again in that happy state of
companionship ind.mntnfll good will'
How many old recollections and how
many dormant sympathies does Christ­
mas time awaken!
There are thousands of Pickwicks to­
day as well as a century ago who enjoy
that sacred time as well as he.- Pitts­
burg Pre«*
A Cawatry Earned For Christmas.
South Africa wna discovered by the
Portuguese, who were searching for an
ocean road to India. Bartholomew
Diaz was the commander of the two
little ships that formed the expedition
In I486. Eleven years later Da Gama
took another Portuguese fleet south.
He discovered Natal on Christinas day
and thus named It in consequence.
Tat* *f a Christmas Sarvlror.
"But where is that beautiful tail you
bad day before yesterday?”
“The farmer said. ‘Heads I »-In. tails
you lose.’ Well. I took to my heels and
lost my tail, but bo did not win my
bead.”
Smoklag the Chrlstmaa Fool.
In some parts of Englund the custom
is said still to continue, two days after
old Christmas day, of "smoking the
fool”—that is. a pile of straw being col­
lected and set alight, the “fool” is hung
over It by a rope around his waist nnd
swung backward and forward till be
is nearly dead. Then be goes around
with hla cap and collects "what the
spectators think proper to give.” as the
chroniclers express It. In these enter­
prising days, when almost any game is
worked that can induce any one to
give anything. It seems strange that no
one has Imported this custom, for it
must be a successful one.
BEND THE FAIREST DOWN THE MIDDLE.
Bring the old musician’s fiddle,
Relic of the bygone days;
Send the fairest down the middle
While the lilting music sways.
Light of foot and quick of laughter
Swing the dancers, toe and heel.
As they pass or follow after
In the quaint Virginia reel.
Make a welcome for the stranger.
Should his footstep cross the door.
By the memory of the manger
And the Christ that was of yore;
Gather children’s faces round you.
As he gathered them long syne,
If it be the years have crowned you
With their radiance divine.
Deck the tree and light the candles,
Let the stockings all be hung,
For a saint with furry sandals
O’er the housetops high has swung.
And his reindeer steeds are prancing
Through the Btar bespangled rime,
And the moonbeams pale are glancing
In the merry Christmas time.
—Woman’s Home Companion.
A Christmas Card Worth Millions.
The most expensive Christmas card
ever made was prepared by an English
firm in Calcutta some years ago for the
native ruler of Baroda, in the East In­
dies, and intended as a gift for a Euro­
pean lady of rank with whom the great
man was in love. This card was a
foot in length l>y ten inches in width
and of flawless ivory, to obtain which
over forty elephants wore killed. Four
of the most skillful carvers to tie found
were at work for six months on this
magnificent present. When it was fin­
ished the eyesight of three of them
was injured and the fourth man be­
came blind. The engraving and carv­
ing they did were flic representing of
10,000 of the stages of existence of
Buddha. The card was ornamented
around the edges, like a frame, with
forty-four diamonds of the purest wa­
ter, and each the size of a hazelnut.
The cost was estimated at half a mil­
lion pounds sterling. The lady never
got her present, for the potentate was
arrested for trying to poison the Eng­
lish resident, and the card disappeared.
Scalloped Oyster*.
The Christmas dinner should Include
oysters. They may serve for an en­
tree and are delicious scalloped or
baked in a pie with the giblets. This
Is the way to prepare bcu II oibm I oysters:
Place in a shallow baking dinli n layer
of oysters; over this spread a layer of
bread crumbs or crumbled crackers;
sprinkle it with salt, pepper nnd bits of
butter; alternate the layers until the
dish Is full, having crumbs on top. well
dotted with bits of butter. Pour over
the whole enough oyster juice to mois­
ten It. Bake In n hot oven fifteen or
twenty minutes or until browned.
Serve in the same dish in which It is
baked. Individual scallop cups or
shells may also be nsed. enough for one
p?rsos lx
jjtat-vd lo each < up. fiop-
erly prepared, it is an excellent dish.—
New York World.
Chrlatma» Oyster Soap.
One quart of oyster liquor, two doz­
en oysters, one quart of milk, two ta-
blespoonfuls of butter, two tabi<-s|Hs>n-
fuls of flour. Juice of half a lemon, salt
and pepper to taste, tiny pinch of mace.
Heat milk and strained oyster liquor in
separate vessels. Rub butter and flour
together, cook in n saucepan until they
bubble and pour on hot milk, stirring
till the mixture is thin nnd smooth.
Add the liquor, drop in the oysters and
cook five minutes. Season and serve nt
once. Add lemon Juice the very Inst
thing.
Peace oa F.nrth.
I henn! the bells on Christmas day
Their old. famlllnr carols play
And wild and sweet
The words repeat
Of peace on earth, good will to men!
—Longfellow.
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