The Grange advance. [volume] (Red Wing, Minn.) 1873-1877, 1876-10-25

oAAO u uC "O1llC44 WIZ pun GuelT SQOul.
ders to the wheel and work. They do
not drive here in carriages paid for by
the wages Of wretched working girls
they do not wear long trailing dresses,
trimmed with The finest OF costly lace,
but they work. If you would see a
specimen of WOman's work come over
to the Agricultural Hall. I love to go
there. Its exhibits are real sterling
stuff. No sham, no nonsense, no cheat.
Long before we reach the stand to
which am going to take you, we hear
a voice pitched in high key, and the
man speaks with the volubility of an
auctioneer. He stands in front OF a
case of the most luscious preserved
fruits ever exhibited in any land. Let
us step up and examine them. Magni.
ticent Bartlett pears, beautiful peach
es, cherries, pine apples, and all sorts
OF fruits. Here is a woman's work,
indeed. Look at the quiet, earnest
woman who stands at the end of the
case, watching intently the crowd list
ening to her husband as he expatiates
on the superlative merits of her great
fruit preserving jar, which is vet des-
tined to be adopted by every economi-
cal family in the land. That is Mrs.
Ella Halter, the inventor of the jar.
She may not be able to lell you the last
vote on women's rights in Congress-
perhaps she never addressed public
meeting in her life-she does not wear
pants. don't think she ever had the
slightest desire to do so, but oh what
preserves she makes, Yes, and she
can tell you how to do it and she can
furnish you fruit jar which, it you
follow her directions, will keep your
preserves for fifty years as fresh as
they were the first hour they were put
in. This is woman's work, indeed. All
honor to Ella Halter.
Right beside Mrs. Haller's beautiful
case is an exhibit of pickles by De
Vivier & Co., of New York, which
challenges especial admiration. First
ly, because that house abandoned the
idea, that we all had in years gone by,
that good pickles must be pea green
though it took few copper pennies
in the pot to give the desired color;
and secondly, because the exhibit is
exquisitely beautiful in itself. One
scarcely looks for high art in pickles,
but here is positive art. Splendid pic
lures in cucumbers and celery, land
scapes in gerkins and caulifower,
birds, beasts and flowers arranged on
the inside Of bottles by some wonder
full magical process, and how they ever
were put there is as difficult question
as how the milk got in the cocoanut.
AS pickles are an article that enter
largely into our household economy,
whoever makes them better than an
other may be regarded as public ben
efactor, and this De Vivier & Co. have
done, for which we award them all
praise.
A short distance from De Vivier's is
all exhibit that speaks nobly for
woman's work. Don't laugh. good
people, if you please-there is nothing
very romantic about it-but on the ex-
hibit am about to speak of the hap
piness of mankind more depends than
on heightened sermons On moral phil
osophy, or learned lectures on Bsthet.
les. It is the noble art of how to
make light bread and light biscuit.
Let the name of the dainty little lady
who demonstrates how this thing can
be done be inscribed high up on the
role of honor, that future generations
when they read of the great Centen-
NAL Exhibition may know that there
was one woman at least who did not
think good bread-making beneath the
dignity of lady. Miss Hannah Cline,
the attendant at Rumford's celebrated
yeast stand, is the name of this great
benefactor of mankind. l don't know
that can describe how good bread is
made-I wish l could for the especial
benefit of those miserable housekeep-
ers who aff1ict us with the dyspepsia
and indigestion. Thousands flock
around Rumford's stand to see the
process demonstrated daily, and to de-
YOUR the results as fast as they come
from the oven.
[ very much fear that some of
the advanced apostles of female
rights may think view things through
the stomach instead of the brain. All,
ladies, ladies, the healthy working of
that marvellous tissue we call brain, is
more dependent on the stomach than
many OF you suppose. A generous,
well-cooked supper might have made
my crow quilts less bitter to-day, and
remember the great Tallyrand admit
ted that he depended more on his cook
than he did on his diplomacy. If you
would rule the monster, man, with an
iron rod. learn how to tickle his pal.
ate. the secret I here give you is
worth several kOhinOOrs and phil
0sophers' stones. Try it in your
homes, on your fathers, brothers, and
sons; and if you don't succeed Law the
blame on
Yours truly,
~ RROADRRnt