Perth Amboy evening news., 1903-05-23
MR.. JoBsoN's ECONOMY.
GOads Mrs. JObsOn Into TrytnE the
Saving scheme In Cooking with
UnsatisfactOry Results.


''Mrs. Jobson," inquired Mr.. Jobson
Dne evening a 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,
or of any of the other newspapers that
you get hold of?''
'Why, certainly l do" quickly re-
piled Mrs. Jobson. Its the first part
of the paper turn TO-"
"It is, hey?" said Mr.. Jobson, with a
victorious CLEAN 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 rough calculation?"
Mrs. Jobson's mystifcation was
plain, says the Washington Star.
"Woman's column? Meat wasted?"
she said, in puzzled tone. I'm sure
wish | knew what in the wide world
you meant"
well, I'll just tell you what in the
wide world / mean" said Mr.. Jobson,
oracularly. "Once in a great while
accidentally take peek at this stuff
in the woman's column myself, and
Iever do this that / don't find all sorts
of mighty practical and worthwhile
suggestions for household economy.
Among these suggestions there are
constantly published wise little tips
ms 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 profiting
by them, and giving your husband a
little lift occasionally in the matter
of expenses, you go right on chuck
ing pounds and pounds of first-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 ofthe meat
left from previous meal, because you
might have to devote Is or 20 minutes
study to it, and that would be too
much of drain upon your vitality"
Whereupon Mr.. Jobson sat back in
his chair in his regular that will be
about all" manner, and resumed his
newspaper.
When Mr.. Jobson arrived home from
the Office on the following AFTERNOON
ne was hungry.
Maybe that spring tonic I'm taking
is pot phenomenal stuff" he said to
Mrs Jobson, with greedy look in his
eyes. "Why, / ate bigger luncheon
to-day than I've sat down in front of
for 20 years, and yet I've been so hun
cry at the office nearly all the after
noon that several times was tempted
to go out somewhere and buy $1s
worth of ham and eggs. Right now
wouldn't do a thing to steak as big
as "a bath mat, smothered in onions
or mushrooms or any old thing.
Whatchoo got for dinner, anyhow"
"Oh, something nice-something
that will just suit you" replied Mrs.
Jobson, cheerily, as she led the way
hown to the basement dining-room.
Out of the bowl in the center of the
table she served out to Mr.. Jobsonea
rather savory mess, favored with bay
"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"
Beef sought-who?" said Mr.. Job
son, looking rather crestfallen as he
took mouthful of the savory mess.
"Well, that's pretty good name for
it, but it tastes to me 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,
didn't have to send out for Eingle,
solitary thing for to-day's dinEer."
"Uh-huh," said Mr.. Jobson, g1oomily
do you enjoy the saute?" inquired
Mrs. Jobson after little pause.
"Oh, it's not such bad beef stew"
uncompromising replied Mr. 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
witch and bottle of beer.
On the following morning, when Mr..
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 he1 sweetest tone.
Beef croquettes, and made from the
same roast beef that we had day be-
fore yesterday, out of which made
the saute for last evenings dinner, you
know"
Eyes, I know" said Mr.. Jobson-he
had already gulped down cup of cof-
fee-rising from the table. Sand
know also that l am going out some
where and get something to eat for
breakfast. And 1 also Know, again,
that if there's any more left of that
roast beef under this roof I'll send
a hurry call to the board of health