Evening star., 1947-11-25
FRESH GRATED COCONUT.

should like to suggest the fol-
lowing for grating coconut.
Puncture coconut and drain out
milk. Then place coconut in 400
degree oven for 10 minutes. Crack
the shell and the meat will come
loose in large chunks. Remove
brown portion and CRATE. May be
kept in refrigerator in closed con-
tainer for several days.
RECIPES WANTED?
From Mrs. H. w. s., Arlington)
I would like the recipes for spiced
beef and spiced tongue. the kind
that is sold in delicatessens.
Also I am anxious to make some
Chinese egg rolls and glazed dough-
nuts mot the hopeydip coating).
PIE TROUBLE?
from Mrs. P. S., WaShington)
Could some one please tell what
is wrong when l bake pie with a
filling, like coconut custard or choco-
late, that the consistency Of the
filling is too thin to allow cutting
it in pieces when time to serve.
THE DEAD DOLL"
From Mrs. C. B. P, Washington. J
I am sending you a copy of the
poem THE Dead Doll" for Mrs.
w. D. K, Hyattsville, who asked
for it to teach her small daughter.
1t seems just the other day I was
reading it to my little daughter
Now I am looking forward to, and
hoping for, a little granddaughter
that 1 may read it to her in a few
years. This sweet little poem will
never grow old.
THE DEAD DOLL.
You needn't be trying to comfort me-I
tell you my dolly's dead!
There's no use in saying she isn't with q
crack like that in her head;
It's Just like you said 1t wouldn't hurt
much to have my tooth out that day
And then when the man most pulled my
head off, you hadn't word to say
And I guess you must think I'm baby
when you say you can mend II
AS If didn't know better than that! Why,
Just suppose it was you:
You might make her look all mended-but
what do I care for looks?
Why, Clues for chairs and tables, and toys
and the backs of books!
My dolly! My own little daughter! Oh, but
Us the awfulest crack!
1t Just makes me sick to think Of the sound
Against that horrible brass thing that
holds up the little shelf.
Now, nursey, what makes you remind me?
1 know that 1 did it myself.
I think you must be crazy-youll get her
What good would forty heads do her?
tell you my dolly is dead!
And to think hadn't quite finished her
elegant new spring hat!
And ! took sweet ribbon of hers last
night to tie on that horrid cat!
When my mamma gave me the ribbon
was playing out in the yard
She said to me, most expressly Here's
ribbon for Hildegarde."
And went and put it on Tabby, and
But I said to myself, oh. never mind
don't believe she knew it
But I know that she knew it now. and
just believe, I do,
| That her little heart was broken, ana SC
O, my nea BABY! I'm Ny little little baby! I wish my
For 1s hea6 bit had ID oSer oSer as and over and
hasn't cracked a bit.
But since the darling is dead, she'll want
to be buried, of course;
We will take my little wagon, nurse, anc
you shall be the horse 80
And I'll walk behind and cry: and we Il
put her in this, you see
This dear little boX-and Wen bury her
there out under the maple tree.
And papa will make me tombstone, like
the one he made for my bird;
And he'll put what tell him on it-yes,
every single wordi
shall say. Here lies Hildegarde, beau
tiful doll who is dead:
She died of a broken heart and a dreadful
crack in her head