The Dickinson press. (Dickinson, Stark County, D.T. [i.e. N.D.]) 1883-1927, 1889-12-07
LITTLE MAIDS AS COOKS.
Schoolgirls Taught to Burn Their Fingers
in n Training Class.

Schoolgirls Taught to Burn Their Fingers
In n Training Glass.
A group of bright eyed, pink checked
girls came tripping down the steps of
the Edward Shipper school on Friday a
few minutes before noon. They wcreof
assorted sizes and styles of beauty, but
their ages all clustered closely about
sweet sixteen. There was one little
laxcn haired Miss whose lisp and nlien
betokened that she had but recently en-
tered her teens, and close behind her
tall, dignified maid of dusky hue, who
looked as if she would be eighteen some
of these days. These were the extremes.
Fifteen years may have made fair
average.
The absence of the usual bulky bags
of books, and tho character of the girl
ish chatter, which was all about butter
and burns and blisters, instead of prep
ositions and logarithms, evinced that
this was no ordinary bevy of school
girls There were twenty of them, all
told, and they had been to cooking
school.
The quantity of edibles turned out by
these two score fairy fingers during the
process of the first lesson would scarcely
suffice to satisfy the cravings of lusty
appetite; but then Rome was not built
in day; neither can an elaborate menu
DO concocted i'll an hour. A crockful of
croutons or sippets and faultlessly
baked potato were the only tangible re-
suits of yesterday mornings practice.
Several little maids, however, treasured
up a precious little cut or glistening
burn as evidence of hard work, and all
had their craniums just chock full of
knowledge as to the best ways and means
to run a kitchen.
"Housckeeper No. z, appoint you to
take care of the stove for this morning.
No. II, you must look after the sink, and
you, No. 4, will be in general charge of
the ROOM" These were Miss Stones
words as she called tho class to order.
She wore tiny cap Of soft white lace
and wide spreading apron, and moved
and talked with a grace and ease that
would invest the meancst kitchen with
tho dignity of a drawing room. The
somewhat unpoetical task of tire-build-
ing was tho first duty of tho morning.
and into this work tho teacher entered
with such zest and understanding that
the "littlc maids in school, who looked
on and learned thought it great fun, and
just as easy as flirting. After a few
moments instruction they knew all
about removing the ashes, arranging the
kindling, applying the match and start
ing a blaze, all without n drop of kero.
sene or begrimcd fingers.
The big, brightly polished range stood
in the corner of the room; the spick-and-
span sink, surmounted by row of dip
pers and dishpans, stood opposite, and
far end, apportioncd off to serve as the
laundry, was set forth with boiler, clothes
horse and the other necessary accoutre-
ments. Along tho center of the room
We're ranged the five tables which repre-
sented the scenes of maneuvers of the
twenty cooks. These wcro bcdecked
with spoons, knives, forks, plates, chop
ping boards and scrubbing brushes, and
every article 4 paragon of perfection.
Each pupil was furnished with seat at
table, and after work was over each was
required to polish her respective corner
with soapsuds and scrubbing brush until
it dazzled.
Against the east wall stood big cup
board, shiny and crochety in its ncwncss,
provided with innumcrablc hooks and
crannies, each devoted to its particular
utensil. ga place for everything, and
everything in its place." suggested Miss
Stone, as she pointed out to her group of
open mouthcd learners the way of the
Dover egg beater and the wherefore of
the glass lemon squeezcr. "The rolling
pins must be piled right here, the cullen
der hung just there and the dish towels
placed far back in the right hand corner
of the third drawer from the top, on tho
left hand side, between the tea cloths
and tho dustcrs," sho went on. "We put
the matches in this covered crock so the
rats won't nibble them and set the house
on fire. The bread we must stow away
in tin box for fear it should grow stale.
We must always keep the butter well
covered, as it absorbs strange tastes SO
easily" and so on through the whole cat
cgory of kitchen ethics.
Then the little maids were set to work
cleaning potatoes. Of course they poised
their knives aloft for the purpose, and
Of course Miss Stone gently but firmly
bade them to drop them instantly The
best authorities on cuisine never pare
potatoes nowadays; they scrub them.
Each girl was supplied with small
brush, which she applied to the earth
apples cuticle with such vigor that it
was soon as white as her own fingers.
Then housekecper No. was hidden to
place tho potatoes in the stove for bak-
ing. "Ouch!" she cried, as sho lifted the
oven door and ran back in dismay.
Housekeeper No. was delegated to try.
100, ow, owl" was the result of her first
trial, as she huggcd tender little en-
gagement finger and fled in consterna-
ton. The other girls only laughed and
Miss Stone flew to the rescue. Beneath
her "open sesame" the door started open
like a dream. "You'lllear after awhile"
she remarked smilingly. And the burned
maidens sighed and said they hoped so,
and once more the chorus giggled.-
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