The progressive farmer. [volume] (Winston, N.C.) 1886-1904, 1898-01-25

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I wish to enter a solemn protest
against high hats. For the girl who
can get a front seat at a play, or enter
tainment, it is all right provided she
does not regard the feelings of others.)
But for those persons-men or women
who r compelled to take middle or
back seats high hats are a positive nui-
sance. For my part, I couldn't enjoy
the play, if / thought I was shutting
the view IF from others. I am only
seventeen, but I think I voice the SEN
timents of thousands when I say
Whenever in an audience Church ex
cepted) let the ladies remove their
hats. MAUD E, +.
Here is a nice cookie recipe that l
have used for years: Two cups sugar,
one cup lard and butter, half and half,
two eggs, two small cups our can
or one large coffee cup; teaspoon
full soda, stir in your cream; one tea
spoonful cream tartar sifted in your
flour; nutmeg to taste or any kind Of
favoring to suit; -four enough to roll
quite stif.-Sadie s.
Editor Social Chat Departmental
am glad to see The PRoaREssIvE FAR
MER is to give the ladies u corner.
Now, sister chatterers let's rally to it
and make it interesting. OF course the
men both young and old are welcome,
but as they have all the rest of the pa
per to themselves, let's get the biggest
slice of Social Chat"
Now I should like to know the name
of that old lady, Aunt Winnie, who
gave the old fashioned talk on school
days before the. war. Eleanor. you gave
the other young girls some good ad-
vice. Chatham Rabbit, I am sorry for
you. OF course, you feel dr~eadfully
over your disappointment.
I shall not write a long letter this
time, but will give the other ch~Rtterers a
little poem from my scrap book. 1t is
so natural that I hope the "Chat" edi-
tor will give it a place in our column.
Here it is:
The letter read, My dearest Sue,
Next Thursday l will spend with you;
l won't enjoy my visit, though,
If any trouble l bestow."
ooh I'm so glad" cried Mrs. White,
''For company is such a delight"
But looking round in great dismay,
GST vroVI1E rpoF nandu WTChf q nov ~
Armed with a dust pan and a broom,
She went to work in every room,
She oiled and polished, cleaned and
rubbed,
And mended, secured, washed and
scrubbed.
Then in the kitchen she began,
While perspiration down her ran.
At pies and buildings, cakes and bread,
AS If an army must be fed,
She toiIed and fretted, cooked and
baked,
She hurried, worried, stewed aed ached.
When Thursday came, she, nearly
dead,
Just managed to crawl out of bed.
And Mrs. Company came, too;
They kissed and Rugged like women do,
Aud then began tired Mrs. White
To make excuses, never right.
ooh, dear my house Cthen waxen cleaD)
Is most too dirty to be seen
So shut your eyes-you're looking
stout
Take eff your things-I'm just o.
out.
'You must excus my cooking, too.
1t isn't fit to Cffer you.
CTwas fit for kings) Too bad you come
Just when I'm upside down at home"
And thus she welcomed and distressed
And spoiled the visit Of her guest,
Who wished she hadn't come to be
A tired womap's company"
This poem will chit so many sister
c~hatterers that I had better close
for fear of making too many mad. But
I'll come again.-Violet, Kinston,
N. Q.
Here comes a farmers daughter to
join your band.
I will take for my subject, Farm
Life"
In my estimation it is the purest and
most pleasant life a person can live.
like to see the farm work going on
and the crops growing. Some people
seem to think farm work a mere
drudgery, but I do not look at it in
that way. Of course, your hands will
oot sojIed hI1t What If thew dO2 They
are given US to earn a living with
God gave us our hands for work. He
did not place them on our bodies tor
ornamenss, as some people seem to