The herald., 1897-06-13
Edited by Enoch Knight.

Edited by Enoch Knight.
COOKING ACCORDING TO SCIENCE
Give me spoon of oleo, ma,
And the sodium alkali,
For I'm going to bake a pie, mamma,
I'm going to bake pie.
For John will be hungry and tired, ma,
And his tissues will decompose;
So give me gramme of phosphate
And the carbon and cellulose.
Now give me chunk of caseine, ma,
To shorten the thermic fat;
And hand me the oxygen bottle, ma,
And look at the thermostat;
Ana II the electrlc oven coIu
Just turn it on half an ohm,
For l want to have supper ready
AS soon as John comes home.
Now pass me the neutral dope. mamma,
And rotate the mixing machine,
But give me the sterilized water first,
And the oleomargarine;
Anu tiio piiosliiaev, toV, Aoi iivw tiiinn
The new typewriters quit.
And John will need more phosphate food
To help his brain bit.
New England Magazine.
We all make mistakes, as has been
admitted by the most careful of critics.
but the most glaring ones we have seen
in long time came last week in the
columns of book review in a leading San
Francisco daily. In one paragraph
three errors occurred as to the author
ship of recent well-known volumes. Yet
the paper calls itself literary and at
tempts weekly comment on new books.
Bradford Torrey can always be relied
upon to write delightfully."- on outdoor
life, but it is rare when a naturalist's
observation can be combined with 50
much quaint humor as appears in his
latest essay In Quest of Ravens" in
the June Atlantic. When his trip in the
North Carolina mountains is over he is
forced TO admit that it is uncertain
whether he saw a raven or not, but he
met curious people and had many droll
experiences, which he jotted down in his
notebook.
A WARTIME JINGLE. Col. Higgir-
son in the June Atlantic.
There came into vogue about that time
nonsense verse" so called bearing
upon my humble self, and vivacious
enough to be widely quoted in the
newspapers. 1t was composed, I be
lieve, by Mrs. Sivret of Boston, and ran
as follows:
There was young curate of Worcester
Who could have a command if he'd chose
ter,
But he said each recruit
Must be blacker than SCOT,
Or else he'd go preach where he used ter
AS matter of fact it came no nearer
the truth than the famous definition of
q crab by Cuvier's pupil, since had new
er been a curate, had already left the
pulpit for literature before the war and
was so far from stipulatng for a col
ored regiment that 1 had just been COM
missioned in a white one; nevertheless
the hit was palpable, and 1 always en-
joyed it.
Just now is coming on the dullest sea-
son in the new book business unless it be
in the matter of cheap literature for
summer travel. For the higher grades
of literature we must wait awhile.
CAP AND GOWN. Selected by Freder-
lex Lawrence Knowles. L. c. Page
& Co.. Boston.
I'm cap and gown you look in vain
For epic or heroic strain.
Not ours to scale the heights sublime
Which hardly masters dare to climb;
We only sing of youth and joy,
And loVe-the credo of the bow
The above is the legend borne on the
opening page of this inviting volume,
which contains several hundred poems
and bits of rhyme by students of the COL
leges throughout the country, some Of
them excellent and fit to live, and all of
them worth at least a glance. The COM
piler in his preface admits that the
verses which cele brate undergrad aduate
life must not be taken too seriously. for
they seldom pretend to the dignity cf
poetry College verse is only suited to
the period and the place-is essentially
ephemeral.
In a large collection of verses written
py poys and girls-men and women, Of
course, We mean-it was to be expected
that the number contributed by the
young women would be small by com.
parison but it is noteworthy that their
contributions are graver and on the
whole quite up to the male standard. If
not above it, except in the quality of
humor. The young man lends himself
to gay and rollicking moods, with occa-
sional lapses into what is sentimental
II not worse. The young woman writes
seriously and ref1ectingly, for she takes
things to heart. It may be remarked
that the large list of verses is made IN
almost entirely from the college publi |
cations of the last few years. 1t is a
curious and entertaining volume and We
wish we had space to give a number Of
good things. Here is one specimen:
AN IDYL OF THE STRAP
She spoke to me--her voice was low
And sweet,
With hidden thought I could not know
Repiete.
She cast on me lingering look
That all my inmost being shook
And, as our glances met, she took
My seat.
A SENIORS S PLEA
Dear Father: Once you said, MY Son
TO manhood you have grown:
Make others trust you, trust youreslf
And learn to stand alone"
Now. father soon I graduate
And those who long have shown
How well they trust me. want their pay
And | can stand a loan.
The volume will be found very
agreeable cOmDaniOn for rainv davs h,u