Atlanta tri-weekly journal. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1920-19??, 1922-04-01
ANDREW AND IMOGENE
BY Roe EulkerSon


Food, woman, food" exclaimed Andrew.
IT have been working like dog and am
hungry enough to eat a cowslip or her calf"
81 have something you like" said Imo-
gene, kissing him. "Guess?"
"Sliced onions and cucumbers" said An
drew, and, as she shook her head, he haz-
arded, "endive salad?"
'No, I will not keep you guessing" said
Imogene ''It is strawberry shortcake. 7
sent over to Widmeyer's and =. ="
Enough. Half. Cease" said Andrew, wav-
ing his hands. "You have no shortcake. You
have parody on a shortcake, travesty on
the real thing. The moment you said you
went to Widmeyer's grocery and del1eatessen
foundry, my hopes were blasted and my
dinner ruined.
"Those kind Of shortcakes are not right.
I know 'em from the ground up and they
won't do.
First, they lay concrete foundation
heavy enough for 42-centimetre siege gun,
of sponge cake which is a cross between a
cocoa doormat and section of dry tripe
'On this they put some artificially whip
ped cream, whipped so thoroughly it is
cowed beyond hope, and not only looks but
tastes bad.
"Into this they stick pink shirtwaist set
of strawberries that happen about as often
in the whipped cream as you see family
going into family entrance.
"Then, on top of this, they lay freproof,
rainproof toothproof mansard roof of the
and then, for joke, they call it shortcake.
Its joke and the first time you bite it,
the joke is on you, for when your upper
teeth. or your fork presses the roof down
towards the foundation, the cream and ber-
ries squeeze out between the two and you
get nothing
g b. 20 woman makes a good wife except
> Arried woman, so also no woman can
lake good shortcake unless she is bis
cult maker
You make some biscuit dough and spread
1T out too thick for pie crust and too thin
for biscuit.
"Then you put it in the oven and bake IL
until it is about the color of a good-looking
Spanish dancers cheek.
"Then, while it is still hot you lay it in
the bottom of deep dish and on this you
pile strawberries which have stood for an
hour with sugar on them until you hide the
crust.
"Then you put in another crust, pile on
more strawberries and repeat the perform.
ance until the dish is filled with layer after
layer like an old-fashioned jelly-cake.
Then when you cut into it, 1t looks like
a strip of breakfast bacon, one strip being
Strawberries and the other strip being the
cake part.
when you lift one of these sections out
on your plate it is dripping and drilling
blood-red deliciousness till you drule, and
your tongue ticks your lips and the sugar
juice and the strawberry juice make your
eyes stick out and you flood it with cream.
and you bunch your chair mite closer,
and shoot back your cuffs and make little
polite grunts of satisfaction way down in
your throat where no one can hear them but
you, and you just wade in and eat and :"
Gould you eat lot of that sort OF
shortcake" she asked. S
ga net ton,' said Andrew confidently.
'Too bad" said Imogene. "You misunder-
stood me about going to Widmeyer's for
the shortcake went there for the berries
and made the shortcake you have been try
ing to describe, but Andrew, there is not
more than a quart of il"
"That will answer for me-" said Andrew.
kissing her. "You know you don't care much
for it anyhow, and you are so nice and SO
self-sacrificing and so on out into the
dining room, his voice growing fainter and
more persuasive.
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