The Farmington times., 1908-03-20

tlon the small DoyS OF their ianlly
about using bean shooters against
the harmless little birds.
Sometimes | am in such IA pessi-
mistic mood that | forget that
'The inner side of every cloud
Is bright and shining.
/ therefore turn my clouds about
And always wear them inside out
To show the lining"
When ! look at the outside cloud
instead of the shining inside, am
tempted to write of the joys of be-
ing selfish, Of the pleasure that
comes from caring alone for ones
own comfort and convenience. When
the temptation comes, something al
ways happens that makes the clouds
break away and the sunshine come,
and ] think so poorly of selfishness
that ii is thrown out of my vocahu-
larry. | know woman whose prac-
tice Is to let no one interfere In the
least with her pleasure or comfort,
and | assure you she is not n pleas
ant person. No matter what she
promises to do, when the time comes
| for doing IL she does not hesitate to
throw all promises to the winds If
they interfere with her pleasure or
comfort in any way. So when |
consider such conditions, and that
some one might be encouraged to be
regardless of another's pleasure by
what | say, l'll no longer be pessi-
mist, but preach what Lillian Whit
| ing says In this way: "NO one is
/ living Alright unless he 80 lives that
whoever meets him goes away more
confident and joyous for the contact" "
| was asked few days ago If
would repeat the recipe for white
cake which | gave several years
ago, as Il was one that never failed
| to bring good results. 1t is pleas
ure to me to know that these recipes
are appreciated and find II place in
many cook hooks, so here IL is:
The whites of siA eggs beaten to a
stiff froth; one-half cup Of butter
creamed with two cups Of sugar;
two spoons baking powder sifted two
or three times with three cups of
flour; mix lightly together, adding
nearly cup of sweet milk, putting
in the whites last and flavOring with
! lemon. Bake In large loaf or in
layers to be put together as desired.
Now that spring is really with us
and we can get out into the open,
this little poem tells how to rid our
selves Of the cares and worries that
daily beset us:
DAILY THOUGHT.
The little cares that fretted me,
| ! Lost them yesterday
Among the fields above the sea,
Among the winds of play;
Among the lowing of the herds,
The rustling of the trees;
Among the singing Of the birds,
The humming of the bees.
The foolish fears of what might hap
pen
cast them all away
Among the clOver-scented grass,
Among the new-mown hay;
Among the husking of the corn,
Where drowsy poppies nod,
Where i'll thoughts die and good are
born,
Out In the fields with God.
Elizabeth Barrett Browning.
Did you ever realize that about
the hardest thing to do in this world
Is to mind your own business abso-
lutely and truly? Just stop and
think a minute, isn't that true? Just
watch yourself the next time some
body tells you OF certain plans and
see If you don't say "Why don't
you," etc, suggesting n method of
your own. The cartoonist who In
vented "Mr. Butt-In" realized the
humorous side OF not minding ones
own business, but there is a large
lesson to he learned from 1t. Some
times 1t is from friendly motives
that we intrude our opiuions, but
they are nevertheless intrusions.
We think we could manage certain
things so much better II we had our
way, hut there are often many rea-
sons of which we know nothing, so
| the best way Is to let people manage