Richmond Palladium (Daily), Volume 92, Number 245, 14 October 1922 — Page 18

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THE RICHMOND PALLADIUM AND SUN-TELEGRAM. SATURDAY, OCTOBER 14, 1922.

OLD TIME DAYS and WAYS

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ADAME Whitney's house

likn all nf that date, had

a largo chimney larger,

than her bedroom, witn small fireplaces in the "square rooms," and one, high, deep and wide, In the kitchen. . A heavy

crane swung In this kitchen fireplace, on which she could hang four or five cooking pots and kettleB at a time. At the left was the brick oven, four feet deep and two feet high, arched with brick. The brick or stone floor of this oven was about four feet higher than the kitchen floor, and under it was a long pit for ashes. A large portion of the great Whitney farm still bristled with stumps and roots; but some com was raised even the first year. Potatoes, which afterward formed such an important crop, were little used, a barrel of them being considered an ample supply for winter. They were raised in the garden with other vegetables and in similar quantities. Baked or boiled potatoes, for every -day fare, as we reg

ularly use them, were unnnown; they were mostly used in "boiled victuals," a farm-house dinner still much esteemed by families who keep to the old ways. . Madame Whltney'i prepare tions for a boiled dinner began before breakfast, when she put a great piece of salt beef in the pot over the fire. This pot was a fat thin? small at the tOD. to keeD the

smoke away from the cover, and it held two or three pailfuls. A piece of pork and a quantity of "garden sauce" beets, cabbage, turnips, carrots and potatoes followed the beef at the appropriate time, and, beRt of all, a pudding. No boiled dinner was complete without its pudding, which was put into the pot at exactly nine o'clock, dinner being always served at noon. The pudding was a simple batter of new milk and Indian meal, made thin and boiled in a linen bag. To Insure lightness the water in the pot must be boiling briskly when the pudding was put in, and never stop for an instant. This Item of care-taking attended to," when the bag was turned off, the pudding was always found to be "light as a cork,' 'and, with cream and maple sugar, was very toothsome; and all the more highly prized that they did not have dessert with every dinner. After the vegetables and meats been savd for this purpose, were and puddings had been taken up, put in the pot and boiled a few crusts of brown bread which had

minutes, ; then " skimmed out a brewig with nameless garden flavorsto accompany the dinner. . Plenty of wheat was produced, ag I have told yoir and rye also. It was threshed wku hand flails. I always think when I see a threshing machine that the poetry of farm life Is almost gone. A good thresher was very easy, leisurely and rhythmical in his movements; he brought his flail around with a graceful swing very different from the might-and-main blow which pic

tures oiten suggest. Two men were accustomed to thresh on one floor. When one flail went up the other came down; and though It

looked like easy work, it was not. When the grain had been

threshed and partially cleaned from chaff, it was stored in the chamber In hollow logs from which the bark had been stripped, and the decayed wood on the Inside scraped or burned out. These primitive barrels were cut In sections about four feet long, set up on end, and served the many purposes for which we use barrels. When flour or meal was needed, Mr. Whitney brought forth his "fan," put a few quarts of grain In It, and by a dexterous sleight tossed the grain up a few inches, catching it on the fan when it came down, to toss it up again. The grain and chaff soon began mysteriously to separate, the chaff toward the front and the grain to the back of the fan. At intervals the chaff ( and dirt were brushed off and the process renewed and repeated until the grain was perfectly clean and ready for the bag. The filled bags were piled upon the back of a horse which Cyrus led or rode to mill. (To Be Continued.)

about, it so, my dear," said her mother, who worried herself about everything Rachel did. Rachel was an only child and her mother wa3 the sort that would gladly slave all day long: to maka her daughter happy. 'She was el'ay3 giving parties for her, sawing for her. and thinking up new things to keep her interested. One day when Rachel was in the midst of a rope-skipping exercise, her mother came home from a visit to Aunt Charlotte's. She handed Rachel a little envelope. "I was

telling Aunt Charlotte about your

trying to reduce," she said, "and

she told me she knew of some fine

exercises a friend of hers tried. They took weight off in no time

Rachel Reduces Rachel, was getting too fat. She realized it when she found that she couldn't have so much fun at picnics because she got out of breath running up hill. ; "Nobody loves a fat girl," she sighed, "so I guess I'd better start reducing." She tried rolling, but her mother declared she'd shake all the plastering down, so she had to give that up. She tried bending over and touching the floor with her fingers, but she lost her balance and bump

ed her nose. She cut exercises out of the papers and tried them, but they were so tiresome she gave them up. She went away from the table hungry, but that didn't seem to help much. "I wish you weren't worrying

and made her feel loads better in every way. She wrote out the directionsand told me to bring them to you. Wasn't that nice?" ' "I should say so," replied Rachel, eagerly opening the envelope. Then she read: "Exercise I., Grasp a broom firmly in hands and move back and forth across the floor 15 minutes a day. "Exercise II. Bend over pan of hot water. Take in right hand" "Rachel! How funny you look. Let's see those directions." Rachel looked up at her mother with a flushed face. She noticed, as if her eyes had just been opened,

the tlrfd lines in her mother's face J

"I think," said Rachel slowly,

"They're pretty good exercise. I'll give them a try, anyway. I think

I'll feel better, like she said, in

every way."

RILEY DAY AT FINLEY

Our Riley Day program was as follows: "Little Orphan Annie". .3AB grade "When Little Orphan Annie Was Had" Charles Fry "Naughty Claude". .Arthur Weland "Riley" Geneva By bee "Fire Prevention" 4AB Grade

"Blue Bird" Betty Wetsal "About Riley" Robert Vetrees

Recitation Constance vlgran AH the downstairs rooms went

Into the kindergarten for their

Riley exercises. They had a very nice program of songs, recitations,

salute to the flag, and the song, "America."

For Fire Prevention week, the

kindergarten made candles, fire

crackers, and matches. They have

been making false-iaces and um

brellaa. Earnest Frazer made a

pair of glasses and Donald Green a

train of cars.

The kindergarten went down to

the fire department, and saw the nice new truck. It has a large gasoline tank that will hold many gallons. It has large ladders which are 100 feet long. The truck has large solid tires on it. The box that holds the hose is about 5-2-3. The truck cost about $12,580. It has an extinguisher, which is filled with chemicals. The track has red lights on each side and has a loud "Wild Cat" horn. rrary Louise Brehm, reporter for Finley school.

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Old Chants Preserved j Phonographic records of thej chants sung by the Arctic Indians ;

ors, have been made for the Victoria Memorial museum at Ottawa, Canada.

VAILE KIDDIES KEEPING HOUSE

A dear little doll's house will welcome you, as you enter the kinder garten room of Vaile school. One morning when I went in to make a call, the family of dolls was

asleep in a little white bed. The table was all set ready for the next meal. Everything was very neat, showing their good housekeeping. Altogether it looked very inviting. The children of the kindergarten

have a lot of fun playing their games. The girls wear bloomers, which keep their dresses clean; and the boys wear overalls. After school is over, they are carefully put away; and when soiled are taken home to be washed. Edith Webb, reporter for Vaile school.

ST. MARYS BUSY WITH NEW MACHINE

The Domestic Art class is tha happy possessor of a new White Rotary machine. Mr. Lacey gave a demonstration to the class Friday afternoon. The Fifth and Sixth grades are making dainty white dimity sewing aprons. The Seventh and Eighth grades expect to finish their tea aprons this Friday. Augustus Luken, Baseball Fan When Augustus received his first box of letter cards, his interest reached the climax when he discovered a baseball bat among hia letters. "Oh, Sister, look at this tiny baseball bat with my letters," he said, holding up an exclamation point. Columbua Day The Sixth grade boys were very busy getting their ships rigged out for Thursday Columbus Day. Frank Salzarula and M at h e w Mereurio have the honor of draw

ing theirs on the board, as tney nau the best. The geography match! Yes, we had it Friday if I were only a girl now, what glowing accounts could be given! Richard McCann, reporter for St. Mary's echool.

The Fun Box

THE DAYS OF REAL SPORT

By Briggs

"What

No Wonder Little Girl (in museum):

is that thing there?" Guide: "That is some one's mummy." Little Girl: "My, I'm "glad my mummy doesn't look like thaU"

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- L.THe DAY

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GROCCRtES AND

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A Riddle, Perhaps "Why is old Mrs. Crosspatch like a flower?" "I can't imagine." "Makes me think of a snapdragon." ., The Musician "I don't know why it is, but I'm always breaking into song." "If you'd ever get the key, you wouldn't have , to break in." On a Dentist's Grave "View this grave with gravity; He's filling his last cavity." ,

.Natural History. ... The young city lad was visiting for the first time on the farm. His grandfather took him out into tho barnyard and, pointing out a very ; small colt,. -'Isn't that a cute little ' rascal!" he said. "Yes," remarked the boy", with a puzzled look, "but where are k his rockers?" .

A Total Collapse She dropped her eyes when first I spoke Her face began to fall; She broke into a laugh at last When I had said it all.

The Difference "Did that mule ever kick you?" inquired the stranger. "Nope," answered the little colored boy, "but a lotta times he's kicked where ah jest been."

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