Tulsa daily world. [volume] (Tulsa, Indian Territory [Okla.]) 1905-1919, 1914-08-02
IN THE OLD PANTRY
A LONG TIME since
FARMER BOY IN THE CITY
REMEMBERS ALL
ABOUT IT.
CAN'T YOU Remember 1t?
Filled With the Treasures of Boy
hood, 1t Was Also Full of
Temptation,
-Hy NENNoN l. SAlLrmL

today don't seem t. be Ike the old
pantry Of LONG ago M days when you
and ! were young, Maggie Nut the
least hlt Of II. II seems that there
Is sumrthlnh lacking yea, that there
are many things WocfullN and want
only lacking. Maybe II Is because the
hunger of childhood rs no more. May
be II ls because il was tho pantry I'm
which mother nodded the moist dough
for light biscuits or fashioned q frap
lie crust for a luscluos berry pie II
matters not the pautries of today
don't seem 10 hold the same fascina-
tion for us, the same desire and cray
ing to cross their thresholds, the
same Unsuitable and usuffcrablc long
ing TO explore their every recess
l. Gone Forever,
Al, the pain of the recollection
the knowledge that the pantry OF boy
hood is gone, and gone forever There
1t is, almost within reach of the
hands, plainly visible to the eyes, one
of the dearest and finest panorauas
ON the walls of the vista of Years.
What treasures those papcr-c0Ncrcd
shelves used TO hold What new
found surprises and joys abidod there
for the eagerncss of searching hands,
-" 'i''i Wy '''i'' ''o '"''H"lN 90
S' 'l'P'u ana I"nt"S' '''IIE
el,Ii,u ruGes ol me multl-'"I"Itd
paprIS WIN N"',n 'hoSt sheINts were
mink sometimes ,,,it. son,o,ir,.s n
was pages from the weekly newspaper.
sometimes IT was wrappnGs from the
huge bundles of Wcarahlc mcrch1u-
disc that father used 10 buy al the
clothing store in town and bring home
in tho big wagon, only to have IL Of
fcIcd up as "a sacrifice To hri,rs and
bushes that stood i'm the way of a
healthy YOUNGSTERS passion for sw,ry-
ing even the solar system in his mad
and Wild and reckless chase of a
nickel rabbit. Those urrr the Young
Iochiryar days when Youth "stopped
not for brake and he STAYED not for
stone" and when he crossed the gull
lies and bitches and creeks whether
there was any ford or not. And il
was such awful and tremendous tasks
as trodding beneath foot the mighty
mouarchs of the woods in his zeal TO
| lay violent hands on that nickel rab-
bit. that countless numbers Of times
created that vacuum. that awful cav
ity i'm the front of the back. that rasp-
! ing and that knotting and gnawing
sensation of hunger that sent him
straight to where the dccollete edges
~ lhe newspapers were the braid ana
the lace trimming or EarD IN when
those long shelves were dressed.
Lots of Goodies.
Tbero wor, tho sr,,.s ~ all l,i,ds
I cinnamon and cIny.s ana ni,t'nn,,s
md aIIsnira Tbero u',s tbo narLoSo
Of cinnamon bark that we used to
steal and chew In time Of school,
when a mishap with teachers per
mt misguided and misdirected us in
those gigantic failacies that still give
us trouble in keeping atloat in crises
or criuc<l times. There was the old
discarded coffee mill that had the
grinder screws clamped down to the
very limit, and hour after hour we
used to sit by the kitchen window
and grind grain pepper into powder
in the sausage season just because
mother was old-fashioned enough to
vehcmcnty declare and sustain hCr
position against all argument that
pepper of that kind was the purest
and the best We didn't agree with
her-yet We went on lowering
pepper in the hopper of that old mill,
swearing vcngcncC on every Kind of
pepper, and every kind Of sausage,
and every kind of mill There on
those shelves were packages Of soda,
cans of baking powder, corn starch,
laundry lump starch, indigo, unpop-
ped popcorn, jars of unroasted coffee,