Oxford Democrat. [volume] (Paris, Me.) 1833-1933, 1881-07-19
LESSONS IN COOKERY.
HousEwoRK AND CANCEL FooD" AS Elk
FOUNDED BY AN ADEPT IN THE ART
OF MAKING HoME HAPPY.
Detroit PostI

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Miss Cicely Jones is just home from
boarding school, and engaged to be mar
ried. and as she knows nothing about
cooking or homework, is going to take
a few lessons in culinary art to fit her
for the new station in life which she is
expected to adorn with housewiiery
grace. She certainly makes charming
picture as she stands in the kitchen
door, draped in a ckintz apron, prettily
trimmed with bows Of ribbon, her bangs
hidden under Dolly Warden cap, and
her dimpled white hands encased in old
kid gloves, while she sways TO and fro
on her dainty French kid heels, like some
graceful wind blown flower.
Mama" she lisped prettily, please
introduce me to your assistant
Where upon mama says: Bridget,
this young lady, Miss Cicely, who wants
to learn the name and use of everything
in the kitchen and how to make cocoanut
rusks and angels food before she goes to
housekeeping for herself.
Bridget gives a snort of disfayor but
as she looks at the young lady, relents
and says, "Ill ihroy.'
And now, Bridget DEAR says Miss
Cicely when they are alone, "tell me
everything. You see; don't know any
thing except what they did at school,
and isn't this old kitchen lovely, What
makes this ceiling such beautiful
bronze color, Bridget :
"Shmoke," answers Bridget shortly
land me ould eyes are put out wild that
same
"Shmoke-l must remember that, and
b id get. what are those shiny things on
on the wall -
"Kiyers-,in kiyers for the pots and
kilues.
"Kiyers-oh, ycs, must look fox the
derivation OF that word. Bridget. what
a,c ,hc,c round things IN that basket,
Pra,i,s Tor The Lords sake hez ye
lived never to hear Ct pratics , Why
items the principal meat OF Ireland
where kim from.
"Oh. bu, We have corrupted the name
.a,o potatoes such shame no, 10 keep
the idi5m Of language. Bridget-do
You mind II | call YOU Biddie-i; is
more cuphouious and modcrnizes the old
classic appcIlstion. What Is this il
guid il the an, here ::
"Och. murder where wuz yel raised +:
Iha, 1, milick fresh from the COW.
Nil hex, tina, j. the vernacular. !
,urp5se. OF milk, and that thick yellow
c,aung
81, crane. Lord such ignorance
Crane Now B.ddie dear, must
-; 70 work. I'm going 10 make a cake
all u4t Of my own head ior iieny-hc :
my lover, B,ddie-,o eat when he comes
TO u;Sht.
Bridge, aside-"i,'s dead he is, sure
him il he a,ts u ~
I've g,t it ali down here, Bidiie, on
ny tablet: \ pound Of butter. twenty
,se>, TWO pounds Of sugar , sal, to your
taste. No that's a mistake. Oh here II
i. Now Btddic. the eggs first. /, says
beat them well bat won, that break the
shells"
"Weu. I'd break Thin this time, il
were you, Miss Cicely they might not
st well on Mr.. Henrys stummach ef yc
didn't said Bridge; pleasantly.
"Oh. suppose the shells are used
sci arately. There I've broken all the
eggs into the flour. don't think I'll
use the shells, Biddie give them to some
poor people. Now what next: Oh,
I'm SO tired Isn't housekeeping dread
tul hard I'm so glad I've learned to
make cake. Now what shall do next,
Biddie :"
Excuse me, Miss Cicely, but you
moigh, give it to the pigs. It's meseli
can't see any other use for It,, said
Bridge. crustily.
Pigs, Oh, Biddie You don't
mean TO say that you have some dear,
cunning little white pigs. Oh, do bring
the little darlings in and let me feed them.
I'm just dying to have one for pet.
saw some canton flannel ones once at a
fair, and they were just too awfully
sweet for anything
just then the door bell rang, and Bridg-
CT returned to announce Mr.. Henry, and
Cicely told Bridget she would take an
other lesson the next day, and then she
went up stairs in her chinlz apron and
mob cap with little dab OF -four on her
tip lifted nose, and told Henry she was
learning TO cook, and he told her she
must not &c, over. heated or worried out,
for he didn't care whether she could cook
or not he should never want to eat when
he could talk to her; and it was only
sordid souls that cared for cooking.
And meanwhile poor Bridget was just
slamming things in the kitchen, and talk
ing TO herself in her own sweet idlom
about ''idgits turning things upside down
for her mountaineering