Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1895-01-19

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ed all day the fourth day and haven't done
anything since. AS means OF phySicai
culture for developing broken backs.
bruises and nervous prostration homework
makes bicycling seem silly, and as tendlns
TO profanity golf is simply out OF 1t alto
gether.
Henceforth and forever my cook. your
cook, everybody's cook shall be adorned
with a halo in my sight. She shall walk
before my averted gaze clad In flaming
robe of martyrdom. and whom somebody
whispers that she Is getting dinner and
smiling, 1 shall drop on both knees and
pray. Shadrach, Ncshach. AbedneSo. these
men in the fiery furnace, didn't begin to go
through what the hired girl does every
time she roasts a duck. This is no wild
assertion Of a pale-faced enthusiast trying
to stand In with the laboriug element be
fore an election. It's the measured utters
ance of the voice of science--the calm as,
sertion of sociology that in the interests OF
domestic economy has roasted a duck her
self. That's what L did first.
Takes the Hired Girls Place.
In taking a place to do general house
work 1 chose my own kitchen, thus to ex-
perience not merely the bulk of work as
signed to the hired girl in households where
one servant Is expected to do everything.
from breaking up kindling wood to cooking
six-course dinners, waiting OH table AMI
answering the front door bell, but thus
also to experience the complex cares that
consume women who, besides being wife,
mistress and mother, are their own hired
girl.
The situation wasn't fixed quite fair, per-
haps. inasmuch the two youngsters of
the family continued corraled under mann
my's wing, and the cook remained on the
premises to fall back on in case of fire or
a funeral. However. nanny was instruct
ed TO be as idle. inefficient and generally in
the way as the poor relations who frequent
~ hang on about household under a pre-
text of helping with the children, ana
Mary, the cook. was ordered to be no more
officious than visiting mother-in-law.
But despite my honest effort to make
everybody free to merely rejoice and be
glad while 1 was giving an imitation OF
Count Tolstoi in the kitchen. the not per-
fectly silent resentment on the part OF the
cook that should seek to enter her sphere
taught me more clearly than ever before
how little / am in possession of my home
Don't look so glum, Mary" said while
rolling up my sleeves to take hold or the
duck BE blthe, sing and dance, to think
have left my high journalistic estate to
do your work for a whole week. You can
fold your hands for seven long, lovely days
of elegant leisure"
"And be buried on the eighth" she snort
Learns Something About Ducks.
Later when I said I did wish she would
let the dish pans be and go about her
business. she went so far as to snap, Il
orIy wish I could go about my business
and you do the same"
Thus was it proclaimed I have no bust
ness in my own kitchen.
Nevertheless, 1 arrived after all the work
was done up in the afternoon, just as a new
girl invariably does. Everything was
secured In expectation of my arrival to
Set a high standard of excellence for me to
follow. A clean fire glowed in the range,
and there was nothing for me to do but
take hold of the duck-the cold. dead thing
that Ii was. However. under directions of
Mary, / picked out the pin feathers. and
then was ordered to SINCE it. paper was
Set blazing in a range hole, and | was eX
pected to hold the beast-bird, 1 mean--in
the flame. Well. I'm no salamander. The
head of the house ate unsinged duck that
night and never seemed to know the diff
ference.
Then it was to be cleaned. and. my word
for il. If you knew what a nasty, bleedy
bird full of gizzards, green, gruesome gall
and such thirgs, roast duck is, you would
never eat another, unless you're blind or
cannibal.
Just as I was In the melancholy mess of
peelng onions little Lord Fauntleroy wan
dered in and said he wanted drink.
Wait minute. my son, until 1 have
peeled these onions" 1 SMILED, just as
mother who dies and goes to glory in the
last chapter of Sunday school books.
Il want 1t now" said Fauntleroy.
Il IL.
BE patient, my son. and you'll have a
drink just soon as mamma gets her
hands of these onions"
II want drink now.
Look here, Fauntleroy, If you don't keep
still till / get ready you won't get any
drink. and you'll go to bed without any
supper"
II don't want no supper; 1 want a
drink.
at want one.
'T WANT and then Fauntleroy. having
arIv IN life DEMONSTRATED that he
good for this sort OF thing for at least an
hour and then to howl till his desire was
peeler with a dull. sickening thud, turned
her back to get the drink and wheeled
face about just In time to rescue Fauntle-
roy from the carving knife.
How the Fire Is Tested.
When tn, duck was in the pan ready for
the oven, the cook standing by asked
esked: rs your oven hot enough?'
How on earth should 1 know? never
roasted duck before In my life. How can
find out?'
put your hand In
eye gods! / don't know what duck can
stand. but that heat would do me In a
minute"
Then the cook said to put in the bird and
that If the -four in the pan Drowned the
fire was Just right.
And II 1t doesn't BROWNE" / asked.
"'Then 1t isn't hot enough" she answered,
ought to know that without asking, all of
which impressed me as a comprehensive
Volume on cooking it Is cooked ii the
majority of kitchens
1 never read a cook book that prescribed
the fire more exactly than quick mod
crate" or SLOW" and 1 never knew
Cock who had any means of determining
how quick, moderate slow fire is 9TH
er than to thrust in her hand, which regis
ters nothing but the necessity she Is under
of getting through and leaves Questions
ruined by ill-cooked food, the only certain
test of the fire that did the cooking.
My last act as lady Of the house having
been to order a dinner consisting IN the
main of timed stuff. to avoid making diff
CULT cooking for the new girl. I was able
TO proceed with the dinner, and at the
same time prepare Lord Fauntleroys sup
Der, carry IL UP to the nursery, set the
table, carry in four hods of coal and empty
the ash pans OF two latrobes. not falling to
taste the duck every fifteen minutes in be-
tween.
Horrors of Dish Washing.
Basting a duck means TO crouch beside
red-hot range. open the oven door, and
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