The Forrest City times., 1904-07-29
HIS MOTHERS CORN BREAD
Like His Father Before Him Gilmore Never Found It Made
 Just Right.

I3GuB MIS. GfllmoTe "dttEea Ter nus oand anXously as he cut into a smok- ing pan of corn bread, relates Youths Companion.
 T do hope you'll like it. dear made it myself"
 It looks very good, replied Gilmore as he helped himself liberally ana shoYed the pan toward her Last time We had il l thought it was little toe short"
 T know you did, and yet was sure that Katie put in the right quantity Of shortening !"
 It crumbled all to pieces when it Was | cut. But 1t was better than the ons We had Friday morning That was soggy
 That's the reason was SO particular about having plenty of shortening iH the last one
 You should learn not to go to ex- tremes. said Gilmore He had often bought that fl he had not been q prae- tieal business man he might have be- ceme 6 philosopher.
 Why Martha" he exclaimed. after swallowing his first bite of the corn bread, T co believe that you put sugar in it."
 Of course, Byron It Was only yes terday morning that you told me that your mother put some sweetening into her famous corn bread
 "I said that mother used just a sus- picion of sugar This is really sweet as cake and l think you must have left out the salt. Mother often said: Spare the salt and spoil the food,' ''
 ''She must have been a remarkable cook" sighed Mrs Gilmore
 Indeed she was''
 I sometimes wonder" continued Mrs Gilmore. gently. if your boyish appe- tite did not have something to do with your relish for your mothers cook ing"
 That boyish appetite explanation Is getting pretty stale Martha. I guess always knew palatable food when tasted it. even in my early youth My mother was an expert
 'I heartily wish that she had be queathed her receipts to your wife"
 Its one thing to be funny" Gilmore retorted, but it's another to excel in cooking. Martha, do you put any white flour with the eorn-meal?" 2"
 Yes. some
 Well. that's the trouble It de- stroys the flavor of the corn
 But, Byron. you have told me a num- Der of times that your mother always mixed a little spring wheat four with the corn-meal.
 "Of course I suppose a little is neces- sary, but you must use discretion"
 T don't seem to have any. murmured Mrs. Gilmore, wearily.
 Well, mother often said that some women were born cooks and some weren't" Gilmore took the last piece of corn bread in the pan
 One night, week later, MT Gilmore handed her an evening paper. opened at the household department page
 She glanced at a paragraph he had marked, and read aloud: Will some one kindly tell Martha. who is troubled about many things. how her husband 's mother made corn bread? M C., 1000 Blank street"
 So they really printed it. she said, much amused. Gilmore joined in her laugh, somewhat weakly.
 Every day for two weeks the postman brought Mrs Gilmore at least one let ter. and sometimes half dozen. from other housewives who had long been struggling to reach that height of per lection in cooking which their hus- bands mothers were said to have at tained They wrote in a spirit of sym pathy for a fellow sufferer.
 Martha" remarked Gilmore. after listening with the air of martyr to a dozen of the communications which Mrs. Gilmore had read him gleefully, If you'll stop reading those ridiculous notes 10 me I'll never say corn bread to you again
 Just one more. Byron, that you must hear It's from your sister Lucy She says she laughed till she cried when she saw my letter in the paper"
 Why? It didn't strike me as SO won derfuily amusing Read me what she says please"
 Poor, dear. busy mother ." began Mrs Gilmore in tone that she tried to make inexpensive. never was much of cook She had too much to do to bring up her hungry brood to be very particular about the cooking I well remember how father used to fuss about her corn bread She never could reach his ideal of that dish. it. :"