Perrysburg journal. (Perrysburg, Wood Co., O. [Ohio]) 186?-1965, 1871-02-17

answer.
"Oh, suppose we go down"
well, come along, said George, takin
| up the basket.
The fire burned brightly; Jennie ha,
LETT all in good order, and the prospect wa
| not bad for the amateur cooks.
What do you boil them in, George 2
oOh, anything"
But where is its'
In some of the closets, | guess"
Susy would certainly have tainted coul,
she have seen the 0vefhsuling of he
neatly arranged closet that followed
"Thiss" Minnie dragged forth a DO
large enough to boil about twenty pound,
of meat in.
Eyes" p.
In they went, unwashed.
Hot water or cold?"
EITHER"
III right; that's done"
Now the asparagus. How do you fix
g wonder if you roast mutton in this
thing! sail, George, holding up lare,pud
ding dish.
"I guess so. Put it on in the oven don't
youS9
Yes" George determined to find a
book on cookery, written by man, the
very next day.
You boil asparagus, don't you, George p
Yes; here's tin thing that's long and
shallow; guess that's for such things"
And dripping-pan came forth from the
closet
The asparagus fitted in like charm, as
both men declared, and water was added
and all set on the range. The mutton next
went, on the pudding dish, into the oven.
Come let us go up stairs again its fear
fully hot here, said George.
Blu the dinner?"
Oh, that's got nothing to do but cook
till three O'clock"
oh, George, here's the potatoes ~
Another pot was produced, and the po-
tatoes, with about two gallons of water to
the half peck of Murrhies, put on the
hre, Smoking, chatting, reading. though
George declared it was "horrid slow"
and Minnie wondered what on earth
women did with themselves, Halt past
two brought home three hungry men to
dinner. Leaving the cook to "dish up"
they all adjourned to the parlor to cool
themselves. That it was rather dusty
there was not noticed. Jennie had made
the beds before she left, but dusting the
PoiiOA Woo 0uoN NOIh, dlu utI early
start had prevented her from doing it.
" "George"--Minnie's voice was doleful.
"What?"
The fires outt'
" wonder if anything is cookedS"
"The asparagus is burnt fast to the
pan"
" So is the meat"
The potatoes
Broken all to pieces, and floating about
in the water"
"These peas are all mush, Minnie"
Punctuality is the soul of dinner"
cried Joe, from the parlor; =" it is ten
minutes past three"
Go set the table," growled George.
1t was unique in its arrangements that
table, as the gentlemen set down to din
ner. The meat figured on an enormous
dish, with an ocean of white china sur
rounding its sunken proportions. The
potatoes, in little Jumps, unskinned, were
piled in fruit dish; the green mass which
Minnie had with difficulty fished from the
big meat pot was served on red earthen
plate, and the stalks of asparagus were in
the salad bowl. The table cloth was
awry, and the napkins were omitted al.
together.
where's the grsvy?" was Joe's first
question.
There wasn't any"
"The meats burned"
cts stone cold" cried one voice.
Whats this p said q third, digging
into pile of peas.
"Faugh!" followed daring attempt to
eat some asparagus.
Never mind" said Joe. "Rome wasn't
made in day. Give us some bread and
butter and pickles, George"
No, not pickles, preserves" said Char
ley.
Susy locked both up cried Harry, in
dignantly. " She declared woman made
them, and if we wanted them we must pre-
pare them ourselves"
Minnie produced the strawberries and
some sugar, and the gentlemen declared
they had dined superbly.
You fellows clear away" said Minnie,
we're tired"
:" You wash up, don't you - queried Joe.
eyes"
where's the water?"
In the hydrant"
"What do you wash them in?"
" Pan, | guess"
Away went Joe on a voyage of investi-
cation, and returned soon with dish full
Of cold water. The leavings," as Harry
termed the remains of their sumptuous re.
past, were thrown from the window into
Susy's tlower-bed, and armed with bar of
soap and fine damask napkin, Joe began
to wash up.
How the grease sticks"
Perspiration streaming from every pore,
he rubbed manfully at the greasy plates,
and if the water was cold he certainly was
not.
"l've wet my shirt front Splash
Good for the white pantsF' Splash
No. 3.
"That went into my eyes somebody
wipe them my hands are wet Don't rub
them out, Halr .r..tr-
"Come, some of you, and wipe up!"
The table was cleared at last. Five
lamp, greasy napkins IN the corner of
5he room, testified that the dishes were
washed and wiped. The water followed
.he " leaVings," and the quintette sat
lown to "cool of" (Do cigars assist
that operationO
Spite of the superb dinner, five "inner
nen called, like Oliver Twist, for more
about seven o'clock -.'...-
whats for teal" Somebody started
.he question.
whats for teaY" Four voices ech-
,ed it.
Let's have coffee; l can make Coffee"
'aid George.
And steak / can cook it," said Joe.
"There's bread and butter" said Harry.
George went for the steak Minnie un-
lertook to make the FIRE; Harry cut the
bread Joe set the table, while Charley
cleared the kitchen by sweeping the pots
md pans used at dinner into closet,
Washing being omitted in the operation.
Minnie, blowing and putting making the
ire, is saluted with:
How 1t smokes" 'It'
What ails the fire, MinS"
Harry discovered the cause, pulled out
he damper, and merry blaze repaid him
The coffee boiled, the steak sputtered in
he pan, and the men painted, perspired,
vhistled and used improper words over
he heat
It was good supper, and, piling up the
fishes which it was "too hot TO wash,"
he bachelors returned to the parlor.
1t was involuntary but each pair of eyes
or a moment rested on the seit Susy was