Waterbury evening Democrat., 1903-05-21
MIR. JoBsoN's ECONOMY.
Gonds Mrs. JObson Into Trying the. Saving Scheme In Cooking with
 Unsatisfactory R esuIts.

MTS. JODSOn, lnQ urea MLs OObSoD One evening couple of weeks ago, sitting straight up in his chair and gazing at her intently, ''do you ever read the woman's column of the Star, pr of any of the other newspapers that you get hold of?' ..
 ''Why, certainly I do," quickly re- piled Mrs. Jobson. "It's the first part of the paper turn to-"
 Tt is, hey?" said MT. Jobson, with a victorious gleam in his eye. "Well, will you be good enough to inform me, then, why it is that we waste in this house about 20 or 25 pounds of good meat week, at a rough calculation?'
 Mrs. Jobson's mystification was plain, says the Washington Star.
 'Woman's column? Meat wasted?"' she said, in puzzled tone. ''I'm sure [ wish I knew what in the wide world you meant"
 "Well, I'll just tell you what in the wide world l mean," said MT. Jobson, Dracularly. "Once in a great while I accidentally take a peek at this stuff in the woman's column myself, and l lever do this that I don't find all sorts of mighty practical and worthwhile suggestions for household economy. Among these suggestions there are constantly published wise little tips As to scores, not to say hundreds, of methods whereby the big meat bills ! of households may be cut down. And let me tell you that these tips read In pretty appetizing way, too. In stead of reading them, and proiting by them, and giving your husband little lift occasionally in the matter of expenses, you go right on chuck ing pounds and pounds of hrst-class leftover meat into the refuse can. You wouldn't think of going to the trouble of framing up one of these nice little dishes composed of the meat left from previous meal, because you might have to devote 15 or 20 minutes study to it, and that would be too , much of a drain upon your vitality. Whereupon MT. Jobson sat back in his chair in his regular ''that will be l about alp manner, and resumed his newspaper.
 When MT. Jobson arrived home from the office on the following afterifoon he was hungry. Maybe that spring tonic I'm taking is not phenomenal stuff," he said to Mrs. Jobson, with a greedy look in his eyes. ''Why, I ate bigger luncheon to-day than I've sat down in front of for 20 years, and yet I've been so hun gry at the office nearly all the after noon that several times | was tempted to go out somewhere and buy SIS worth of ham and eggs. Right now I wouldn't do thing to a steak as big As bath mat, smothered in onions or mushrooms or any old thing. Whatchoo got for dinner, anyhow"
 ''Oh, something nice-something 1 that will just suit you," replied Mrs. Jobson, cheerily, as she led the way town to the basement dining-room. Out of the bowl in the center of the table she served out to MT. Jobson a rather savory mess, favored with bay leaves and spices, saying to him:
 ''That is beef saute, you know Mrs. Kaystreet was telling me how to make it the other day. Doesn't it smell delightful? And it is so eco- nomical, too-it is made from what remained of the roast beef we had for dinner yesterday" 7'
 Beef sought-who?" said MT. Job took mouthful of the savory mess. "Well, that's pretty good name for 1t, but it tastes to me a heap like the plain, old-fashioned beef stew of years ago. Got any other kind of meat to go with it?"
 "No," said Mrs. Jobson, amiably. ''There is plenty of the saute, you know, and the potatoes, and nice fresh bread and butter, and, just think, I didn't have to send out for single, solitary thing for to-day's dinner"
 "Uh-huh," said MT. Jobson, gloomily.
 ''Do you enjoy the saute?" inquired Mrs. Jobson after little pause
 "Oh, it's not such bad beef stew" uncompromisingl replied MT. Jobson; but for the remainder of the evening he was unusually grumpy and quiet, and a little before bedtime he went out, saying that he was going to the cafe around the corner to get sand wich and bottle of beer.
 On the following morning, when MT. Jobson sat down to his breakfast, Mrs. Jobson placed on his plate a cou- pie of dark-brown, obloid-looking things, reposing in tomato sauce.
 Another surprise for you,'' said Mrs. Jobson, in her sweetest tone. Beef croquettes, and made from the same roast beef that we had day be- fore yesterday, out of which I made the saute for last evenings dinner, you know" ..
 ''Yes, I know" said MT. Jobson-he had already gulped down cup of cof-. fee-rising from the table. And I know also that I am going out some. where and get something to eat for l breakfast. And I also know, again, that if there's any more left of that roast beef under this roof I'll send hurry call to the board of health within ten minutes after I get home this evening. There's nothing mean about me in the matter of grocery bills or meat bills, or any other kind of bills, as you've had pretty good occa- sion to find out for good many years