The Topeka state journal. [volume] (Topeka, Kansas) 1892-1980, 1920-10-23

oning, on Mr. Jennes ranch. The
bride attended Washburn last year,
making her home at the Delta Gamma
chapter house
MN" exclaimed the man to him.
self as he hurried home in the dusk
of the evening Smells like home
made bread" and he paused by the
side of a house where a woman bend
ing over the stove removed fragrant
and evenly Drowned loaves from the
oven.
TT has been so long since I have
smelled it. makes me think of our old
kitchen on the farm and we boys sit
ting on the piazza steps waiting for
mother to call, It's done, boys Very
few children nowadays know the fun
of eagerly waiting for that signal,
soiiloquized the Man. why, I re-
member just as well as if thirty-five
years ago were today, how that bread
tasted, for with mothers call we were
up and into the kitchen, all begging
for the heel. My, but they were good,
those heels, the best part of the loaf,
all brown on the outside and with
warm melted butter and perhaps
spread of apple butter or jelly on top.
Then there were the long pieces which
would sometimes be broken off the
loaves when they raised up and went
over the sides of the pan But the
heels were the best for one could
make bites all around the edges OF
them and it'd show your teeth prints
and be scalloped.
Il remember" continued the Man,
as he hurried on down the. street. lone
time back in Maine before we came
out to Kansas to live. sister. l1ttic
brother and I all sat on the doorstep
at grandmother's house waiting for her
to tell US that the bread was done
When it seemed that we couldn't wait
oh oh II three
plates, big old fashioned ones with
rims on them a plate of butter a
bread knife and a loaf of steaming,
warm bread. She took us all down
cellar where the maple syrup barrels
were and there we ate and ate and
ate, sitting on the cellar steps with
the bowls beside us. Our hands were
sticky and SO were our faces, and little
brother even got syrup in his hair. We
would dip the bread in full bowl of
the syrup, wiggle it around and then
up it would go into our mouths, leay-
ing a trail of sickness behind. Chill
dren nowadays are missing all this.
They never hear mother say she can't
go to a tea or party for she has to set
bread or set sponge, nor do they
know the meaning of what a starter
is, except in the terms of automobiles.
It's surely a changed world from
what it was thirty-five years ago" con-
cluded the Man as he stepped up on
the porch. Wonder if Bess is going
out again tonight No, she isn't even
home" he muttered as he fitted his
key in the door Of a silent house, while
the fragrant smell and the memories
of the bread slipped away into the
darkness of an unlighted room.
y y y
Miss Edith Maxwell. whose mar
riage to John S. Mcbride will take
place October 80, was the guest of
honor at several affairs this week.
Miss Isla Romig and Miss Rather
inc Sentz gave a bottle shower at the
Sents home, 1923 Lincoln street. We'd
nesday night. Bottles of good wishes
filled with preserves, relishes. etc.
with appropriate verses were brought
by friends. Friday evening Misses
Imogene and Emma Burnette of 1909
Boswell gave a Z o'clock dinner.
This afternoon Mrs. Harry Logan
and Miss Daisey Peart entertained for
Miss Maxwell at the home of Miss
Peart. 1876 Garfield avenue.