The sun. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1833-1916, 1908-07-26
MRS. MAX MAKES
lVl SOME SANDWICHES
And Jack Daring Diseourses on the
Charm Of a Gurgling
Stream.

sThe trouble with this living in the ooun-
| try ia that Il 10 the country declared Jack
Daring. 'There 10 nothing to DO"
How about dong the countryP' eug-
gested Major Max.
that's q ripping idea" declared Mrs.
Daring. Let's do II. Well have q picnic"
Mrs, Max frowned gently. A picnic sug-
gested creepy things to her, and to know
just the kind and degree OF aversion she
felt for such and her almost equal distaste
for twigs and leaves which cling to feminine
garments would be to know an essential
trait Of her character. Conventional clean
illness and order are the chief tensts OF her
very wi her personal religion.
Il know a oorking place for q picnic
Daring urged eagerly. noting the frown.
There's q COOL stream. n Of the kind
which gurgles like wine from q bottle. Cool
a bottle or two there. all right
And there's a lovely big clean fiat stone
for the Majoress to sit on Mrs. Daring ex-
claimed, helping her husband out. pile
1t all up with rugs and pillows. Fnel'
"But things drop from the trees OBJ
jected Mrs. Max.
Hang a parasol over you-two parasols!'
cried Daring,
ooh, comet exclaimed Polly Slanguer.
Whats the use Of himhamming the poor
woman. III tell you what 1t is. Maxy'
chat lie the spirited Polly's name for de-
mure Mrs. Maxi, the gang has oonspired
to work you for o basket Of those joyful
sandwiches you make like a darling little
cork angel. / don't see any decent reason
why we shouldn't blurt II out and put 1t up
to you to be nice or to be nasty. You know
you couldn't be nasty II you tried; 90 get on
your blue apron and Wen all help. Ny
young man will chop or out or mix anything
you tell me to order him to. Let's get busy!'
The person des ignated as Polly's young
man rose straight and tall, saluted in mill
tary fashion and then sat down again In
the easy veranda chair. on the arm OF which
the Major had placed a glass Of something.
'There!' said Polly. watching the per-
Torrance ~arprovingly, isn't Col. Billings
a we'll h~ousebroke young man? He got his
Lieutenant-Co lonelcy at such a n age
because Of being 30 we'll housebroke. I've
heard that some silly stunts In the Philip
pines helped too. but he'll run away il you
| speak Of that, How about the sandwiches,
MAXI
mice cool stream, and 1t gurgles.' in
sisted Daring. Hot day like this-fne!'
Il think. my dear, we may as well sur
| render the Major remarked to his wife.
well have these people on GU hands all
day anyway. and we may as we'll feed
| them and drink them by a gurgling stream
as anywhere else"
Don't nave to drink u.s. Daring said.
Il have some bottles in my car. Put EN-
| there with view to gurgling stream. Cool!
Finel'
WELL Mrs. Max announced after a
J pause, "I'l have the things brought out
! here and perhaps some Of you can help,
| although the Mrs. Major Hunter sandwich
has to be made carefully-by people Of
sense
THAT counts me in.' Miss Slanguer an
nounoed comfortably az Mrs. Max disap-
peared into the house. Whenr abe reap
peared she was followed by a servant bear
ing on a great tray the materials for the
famous sandwich after a recipe she learned
from the wife OF an army friend Of
the Major. Two tables we're brought,
and the materials and tools for making
being all accounted present. as Mrs. Max
] recited the roll call. work proceeded.
While Mrs. Daring wal grating a pound
Of American cheese Polly chopped very
fine a bit OF onion, enough to make a tea
spoonful. Further preparatory work was
distributed. A can of pimentos, strained
from their liquor (the latter being pre-
served) were chopped with painstaking
ardor by Bob Billings, Mrs. Max herself
Clipped with a knife a dozen green olives
into bits the size OF coffee beans. and gave
to Mrs. Daring some sweet gherkin pickles
to cut UP In like manner an amount tc
equal the olives.
The Major took charge OF slicing bread
allowing Jack Daring to cut oil the crusts
and butter the slices, occupations to which
they gave attention which was serious
almost intense.
1T Is almost religious, isn't itf" inquired
Polly, frat to break the silence. Il wonder
IL professional cooks feel this sort Of thing
as deeply as I do. Darn It! I've grated
another finger. I suppose n or two Of
my pretty fingers in all this mixture won't
harml'
"A finger In a pie is sanctioned by proverb,
but in Q sandwich 1t would be %unconven-
tional.' the Major commented.
Mrs. Max tool the grated cheese and
stirred into it the chopped onion, n then
proceeded with further composition while
the others looked on In awed silence.
First over the mixture there was a eau.
tious shaking Of salt.
TOO much salt Is a dreadful fault in thif
sandwich" she unused. Mrs. Hunter sayt
a little but Of course the exact amour,
Ia a matter Of inspiration
Like knowing what kind Of a hat to wear
commented Polly.
Or putting added Daring.
"Now," continued Mrs. Max, "a hall
teaspoonful-or a tiny bit more-of dry
mustard. a busting, like that, Of paprika
and a tablespoonful-or a drop or two
less-of Worcestershire sauoe Mushroom
sauce or walnut catsup will do for a change
but I remember that his is the turn fol
Observation-Disclosures then you moisten it
Major, give me the liquor from the pi'
mentos.
That liquor and also some OF the sweeN
vinegar from the gherkins was slowly
added to the stock, which was vigorously
stirred the while until II was a thin paste.
whats the matter with letting US eat II
out OF the dish. just as 1t is3' asked Polly
m 9erly.