Jasper County Democrat, Volume 6, Number 15, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 18 July 1903 — HOME MADE BREAD. [ARTICLE]

HOME MADE BREAD.

It makes s fellow hungry just to think about s the Dread Of honest old-time baking!, on which In yonth he fed— The loaf that showed the traces of the pen’s Intense caress, Bnt bulged above thoae Wrinkles as if spreading out to bleas The ones who gaaed upon it with a Joyous appetite That reveled In the prospect of the siloes thick and light. Today the chemists make it and the flour la analysed; The bread la scientific, and is properly devised The baker’s wagon brings It—it isconscienceless and bard; Ths cooking schools concoct it by the roles upon a card: Exactness and precision guide the baking, It la said, ButOl they never .equal the old-fashioned loaf of bread! Sometimes there comes a fancy stow the mist of yesterdays That holds the yeasty perfume of the dough set out to raise. And then we hear tbe patting on the floury mixing board. And see the old-time oven with its load of goodness stored. And when the door is opened what a satisfying gnat Of pungent rich aroma floated from the browning crust!

The breakfast foods displace it—there are foods you needn’t ohew, And foods that give the stomach not a single thing to do, And foods with wondrous titles, that have leaped to sndden fame— The old-time bread was splendid, with the same old-fashioned name; It held the balm of summer andgthe glory of the wheat And breathed an Invitation that would make you come and eat. •s The good old times are going and the good old bread is gone! The thick cnt slice of “home made’’ with the wealth of jam thereon! The piece of bread and butter that was such a boyhood boon And filled the void that clamored in the hungry afternoon 1 And O. Lnculian fancy! Yon were fit for any fate When home-made bread was floating in the gravy on your plate! Its crumb was always flaky, and its crust was never burned; Your mother used to make it (but your sister never learned). The constant march of progress hurls oar cherished things afar— The home-made bread no longer flanks tbe apple butter jar— No more the tang of spices tells that something good Is spread Atop a tempting porton of the good oldfashioned bread! —Chicago Tribune