Atlanta Georgian. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1912-1939, 1913-06-24

Monday evening.
I'd get him TO help me plan a
bill Of fare for the week, and I'd
know what every single item on
that bill would cost. and I'd see
that he knew, too, when he or
dered It.
Asparagus-yes. my dear-let's
see, 10 cents bunch-four
punches, you always want at least
three helpings. Strawberries? A
shortcake, yes, that means butter
and cream extra-and sugar, too
that will run the bill up to-etc.
Make a business Of it; put II
down In dollars and cents, and
then If you want to pay for It,
have It. If you don't want to pay
for It, go without and say no
more; that would he my plan.
What S the Use Talking7
Managins2 Oh. yes, there is a
great deal In that Lots of wom-
en- have no more idea Of manag-
ing than hens have Of arithmetic.
Let them learn that. Let them
find out that one egg more in the
cake counts. One chop left over
is that much thrown away. One
loaf Of bread left to get stale
means waste, and waste means
incompetence.
Also let the men of the family
learn that a porterhouse steak
costs real money and that two
helpings to asparagus take Just
that much more money at ahs
end Of the week.
What's the use Of talking et-A
omy and eating extravaganza?
! know men who rave madly
over the weekly bills and make
life a burden to the whole family
FOR day or so after they have
been paid, and who never think
Of paying less than so cents or
70 cents for a luncheon for them
selves downtown They expect
wife and children to get some
thing out Of the ice box for about
10 cents, and they don't see WHY
even that need be so very eIabo-
rate.
Come home for luncheon = few
times, father, and see if Won
aren't just a little bit ashamed Of
your rawlings over the weekly
budget when you think Of vour
English chop and picked wal
nuts, etc, that seems such a mod
est affair to you when you drop
into "Henrys" for a bite at noon.
Mother would think that was a
feast at noon-and so would the
children.
We eat too much-every other
one of us. We make it too i'm
portant a thing what we eat.
Good food is a fine thing. a COM
Portable thing, a necessary thing.
but when it comes to giving your
whole life up to squabbles over
1t I'd rather live on stew and
hash the rest Of my life and call
it we'll chosen.
We've all gone extravagance
mad, spending crazy-$30 for a
hat, IS for pair Of shoes, 50 for
raw steak-a dollar for the
mushrooms to go with it.
Walk? Never. A taxi pIeass
and be quick about It. Flowers
for the table every day; the
beauty woman twice a week,
Which will you have, red wine or
white? Every sort Of fruit from
every sort Of cline. And how
much better are you off than
your father, who never paid more
than 40 cents for the finest steak
he ever ATE and who would have
as soon tried to eat diamonds
as to order fresh mushrooms at a
dollar the pound.
Is the Slave?
Are you any wiser. any hap
pier7 Do you live any the longer,
love more deeply. laugh harder?
Is your heart lighter; do you sleep
more soundly than did he?
Click, click, they sound upon
the pavement, the little high
heeled slippers. Swish. they pass
US in the corridors. the siIken gar
ments, birds Of paradise, paro-
quets. Clash, clish, jingle-the
ornaments rattle like the chains
of a galley slave.
Where is the slave who pays
for all this? In his galley rowing,