Western Kansas world. [volume] (WaKeeney, Kan.) 1885-current, 1917-12-20

Those Jell girls may be tart and sweet
But I've heard that they lack spice.
If of me you'll deign to eat
you'll vote NICE"
Grandma made wonderful fruit cake-the
kind that lasts year, and improves with age.
This surrounded with white parchment paper,
and covered with white paper dolly, and fancy
edges This laid carefully the waxed
paper which covered the frosting. studded thickly
with whole hickory and butternut meats. The
whole packed into round box, made by
Myrtle's skillful fingers. To make it she cut two
disks of cardboard of the required SIZE and two
long strips of the cardboard, the height of
the cake, the other narrower, for the cover She
bound the edges together with gummed tape, and
covered their junction with narrow strips of gold
paper. Then she neatly covered top and sides
with Christmas paper all holly and mstletoe.
Lastly, she tied two bright scarlet ribbons about
the box, each way She made plump bows,
and, gathering the ends of the ribbons sewed tiny
sleigh bells on them, so that the box, when moved,
gave forth sweet musical sound.
Myrtle surveyed the box with satisfaction, her
head side
You ought to please" she said. You appeal
to the eye the ear and the palate"
The box certainly did present imposing APP
pearance. On the inside of the appeared
the lines:
"Of course this cake made by mother;
She says if it don't suit, she'll make you another"
A great generous ball of cottage cheese
wrapped in paper and packed in 4 square box,
with plenty of tissue paper in the Ac-
companyng it was the legend:
He'd have traded for that. instead of the pottage"
There two generous loaves of bread, of
salt rising the other yeast raised. On card
the lines:
Grandma says, when you were boy,
And eating salt rising you could stop;
But in you tire of the old-fashioned kind.
Here's another loaf, raised with the hop
Packed about the loaves and neatly wrapped.
each by itself, in parchment paper, were dozen
little individual butter pats, nodded in the form of
rose. Myrtle wrote:
1--WE wonder if. when you eat, you'll mutter:
AHA. That tastes like Old Home butterr"
The mince pie concocted with immense care.
from the careful choosing and mixing of the in
crust just touched with the fantest hint of golden
brown. This carefully packed between two
wooden plates tied firmly together. On the top
plate was written:
when is it that mans mince pie?
Cannot you take the hint?
Why, mans Mint Spy of course you know,
When he acts in the mint
the whole undertaking. When it ready, lying
its back, with its fat legs composed its plump
sides. it surely did look appetizing. The Poet
Lariat,' Tim called her, wrote the following
Not a porcne sucking, but a fat ducklfng
You draw for your Christmas dinner.
You ne'er duck
That nicer to pluck
We hope you will vote him winner"
Some beautiful red Brother Jonathan apples
tucked in the corners, and a glass of elder
berry jelly. These were grandma's contribution.
and she wrote, in a somewhat trembling hand, the
following note:
Dear Johnny:
These apples off from the where you
fell and broke your leg that time. Do you
member? 1 wouldn't let them cut it down when
they cut the Others The elderberry jelly
made from the elderberries that grow the
bushes by the old swimming hole
MOTHER"
When everything finished and the box
about ready to go, there still remained things
to be done. Ono YVES to put in the old-fashioned
(taken at sfxteen) standing side Of her,
and Uncle John the other. This had been
taken many years before, for a relative, and had
been sent away. and its existence forgotten. Myr-
tie had been named for her aunt, and she looked
very much as the latter had done at her age. Aunt
Myrtle had died at eighteen Myrtle never
her. The other thing to be inclosed the
teur photograph of grandma and the present
Myrtle. She had posed In imitation of the pose
In the early picture, with her around grand
mas neck. The resemblance between her picture
and that of Aunt Myrtle was almost startling
When grandma looked at the pictures
gether she shook her head:
do really look old at that?' she sighed
Il hate to send that to Johnny. I'm afraid 1t wiz