Norwich bulletin., 1916-09-23
HOW YOU SOLVED MY PROB
 LEMS.

When I awoke on Saturday morn ing, I must confess to experiencing something nearly akin to despend- ency.
 When I analyzea my feelings, sprang from the fact that I ought to accomplish an almost impossible number of things for one day.
 In the first place, my city boarders would come tardily to breakfast, and, furthermore, would expect an appe- tizing one. 1 did wish 1 could think of new way to present the inevit- able egg.
 Then, my pears were just at the preserving stage. I had bushels of them and could ill afford to let them go to waste.
 I'd use up those tomatoes. if I had Q good recipe for catsup. Of course, l had more than the usual amount of cooking-But 1 guess I won't tell you how it all came out.
 l was just going to boil the eggs when Rural Delivery brought my mail l was considerably dismayed to read in my sisters letter that Dick would be eight years old on Monday l had never missed sending a re- membrance, but this time I had noth- ing at hand.
 With a sigh I turned to the Social Corner of The Bulletin
 My husband remarked with good natured sarcasm that he wished he had time to read the paper. I thought egg recipes which Queen of the May" had sent. Eureka! The 5oarders would get baked eggs. (More than that they got them different way every morning for a week and liked them, tooN
 And if you will believe it there right before me, was Loretta's tomato cats up recipe, and under it a whole let ter devoted to canned pears which Paula had been thoughtful enough to send.
 Anything you want at the will lage?' asked my husband.
 T do wish you'd stop at the house at the forks of the road and beseech the oldest Smith girl to come up and help me peel pears this morning. Get on your knees to her,-bribe heri But get her started! I've got to 60 pears"
 And, too, what could you get Dick for his birthday"
 Some molasses and sugar prob ably, seeing it's a country grocery store" replied my husband trying to be facetious.
 Wait a minute" said I. as happy inspiration came to my mind.
 I grabbed for the Social Corner, and I glanced over the columns. simply chucl1led when I saw, For a boys present" You can purchase two-' but you read it, tool This solved the present problem.
 I started to make cookies. when found I had lost my recipe. That was easy. Aunt Mary's drop cookies proved to be better than my old kind
 I was peeling pears with the Smith girl working industriously at my side, when the phone rang. The minis ter's wife said:
 Can you possibly give us an idea fn1 Q foi oiY. Io nr oF the sort?''
 "sNo, indeed" I gasped, q haven't an atom of originality-hold the line a minute"
 It seemed I had something better than mate originality, for found, Easter Lily's plans for TIiawatha's Harvest Festival, and between you and me and the Editor, it's going to beat anything the sewing society has ever given.
 By this time my brain had grappled doughtnuts. But what elsee Guess what I did! made creamed sal mon, Ia Aunt Mehitab1e. And while the boarders were devouring that as if they had devoted the morning to mountain climbing, dropped a such fat-soaked things as those promised to be, were hopeless, that's all. Then 1t half came to me that somebody had suggested a remedy in The Corner. Begonia saved the day for me-and the dessert for the boarders
 You may not believe 1t, but I actu- ally had time toward the end of the afternoon to begin my luncheon set and all because I couldn't resist try ing Mad Malaprop's scheme for imt- tating tatting. love tatting, but I never tried to do any
 The doorbell rang. I found there The Bulletin man.
 Your subscription expires next Wednesday. VIII you renew?'
 Really, I guess looked at the man as if he were temporarily deranged. r@'sWill I renew7'' repeated. s"Of and my tone must have sounded irnpo1itely sarcastic. Then