New-York tribune., 1906-11-04

we're not talking about fancy cookery. What
we want is to nourtsh them, build them up"
And then they talked things over. beginning
with breakfast. Rolls. fourteen for 10 cents,
and coffee formed the family breakfast. it
seemed.
Enough for some people, but think you
need more was the teachers comment. Twice
a week would try TO have cornmeal porridge
and twice a week oatmeal. Only don't let the
grocer persuade you into buying cooked cereals
they're so much dearer. And you'll find your
bread comes much cheaper in loaf than as
rolls, although rolls nice once III a while"
Mrs. w. couldn't tell how much she usually
spent on meat for dinner, but thought some
times as much as 80 cents-a statement which
made the teacher lift her eyebrows with "Oh,
that's too much. About all you can afford, If
You keep within your limit, is soup meat tho
flank, for beef, and mutton for stews all at
about 10 cents a pound. Sometimes you can
have very simple little rice tapioca pud-
ding Supper could be q simple tea for you,
with milk for the children. bread and butter
and one little thing TO go with it, like cheese,
which is substantial and gives real strength.
Sometimes you could have hot biscuits and but
ter or syrup or sauce of dried fruit Fresh
fruit is too expensive much OF the year but dried
fruits make excellent sauce. Dried apples make
almost as good sauce as fresh. One day week
you might have macaroni and cheese, instead
of meat. You need never apologize for offering
It as a substitute for meat-it has high nutri-
tive value. Now. haven't told you nearly all
you can do your 15-cent basis" continued.
the teacher, folding up his apron and sleeves,
preparatory to going, but this will serve as
plan 10 work from till l come again"
how TO make fudge" said Miss Gibbs as If con-
Tossing a guilty secret, but I don't dare to.
They'd overdo it, and I couldn't take the risk.
But they really need sugar, those pale bloodless
youngsters. and must see they get 1t in some
form"
Then off posthaste to Amsterdam avenue and
Goth street. where Mrs. S., deserted by her hus-
band, is doing her poor best to make home
for her three children.
"All she is sure Of is 50 weekr' The cooking
teacher sketches the situation rapidly. cropping
her way UP Mrs. SIS pitch black staircase
''rhe eldest child has had scurvy. Mrs s. has
lived out and understand plain cooking, but
feels she is not making her income go the fur
thest and has asked me TO give her a dietary
on the 10 cents day basis"
Mrs. S. was eager for information that she
set the time herself. All the same, Mrs S.
out. The sharpest rat-a-tat on her creaky old
door, followed by a fifteen minute wait at the
front porch and another attack on the door
failed to bring her.
TOO bad" sighed the little teacher, but dis
appointments like this are inevitable in dealing
with this class. ThSy are so irresponsibe!"
Next came n bread making lesson. which
Moie, the sixteen-ye Little Mother for
her father young man brother ana six-year-oId
sister, had asked for. Mollie had talked things
over With her father who promised TO give her
80 cents a day to run the table with, and now
she was al eagerness TO buy and cook to the
best advantage, as much for his sake as for that
of her wan little sister
Miss Gibbs made Moie do everything from
heating the water to dissolving the yeast right
through to the sitting. measuring. mixing and
moulding, till a smooth, tender pincushion the
bread lay in its pan above the kitchen range
all ready for the raising and baking.
Last on the list for the day (seVen calls q day
makes an average days work for the visiting
cooking teacher), was Mrs. D. in Second avenue
whose husband earns 81 a week whose eight
year-od girl has been reported very anHmic"
and whose sick baby is being looked after by
one of the hospitals
horrid grope through dark, narrow halls
reeking with fetid stenches then "a sudden
burst Of brightness at the D-s open door There
under the soft radiance of three great candles
in the high distinction" of DEATH his tiny frame
lying terribly still under white sheet the claw
like hands folded reverently over the breast a
look OF mute appeal on the pinched waxen feat
ures. lay Dennis. little Dennis, whose nine
months battle With pad smells, bad air and bad
food in an obscure tenement Of this imperial
city had ended last.
Promoted TO glory By such a magnificent
phrase Salvationists speak of their dead. But in
the face Of Dennis was premOniton Of glory,
only moving look Of helplessness, defeat. Yet
even there that squaid tenement, the majesty
of death made itself felt. Dennis dead was Of
far greater consequence than he had ever been
alive. the voluble cordiality Of the father
and the self-importance of the mother showed.
In the stupendous presence of the dead baby
everything else grew small Very silently the
two visitors slipped away down the filthy STAIR
case into the common street.
This Is all for to-day" said the teacher Of
cooking.