hat all fruits and vegetables
contain mineral matter; and that lean meat, eggs, beans, peas and milk
are muscle-forming foods. These are things every young housekeeper
should have a knowledge of to be able to plan nourishing, wholesome,
well-balanced meals for her family. And not to serve at one time a
dish of rice, cheese and macaroni, baked beans and potatoes. Serve
instead with one of these dishes fruit, a vegetable or salad. She
said, "beans have a large percentage of nutriment and should be more
commonly used." She also said graham and corn bread are much more
nutritious than bread made from fine white flour, which lacks the
nutritious elements. Indian corn is said to contain the largest amount
of fat of any cereal. It is one of our most important cereal foods and
should be more commonly used by housewives; especially should it be
used by working men whose occupation requires a great amount of
physical exercise. Particularly in cold weather should it be
frequently served, being both cheap and wholesome.

The Professor's wife laughingly remarked to Mary, "When I fry fritters
or 'Fast Nacht' cakes, Fritz and Pauline usually assist such a large
number of them in disappearing before I have finished baking, I am
reminded of 'Doughnutting Time,' by J.W. Foley. Have you never read
the poem? I sometimes feel that it must have been written by me."

[A]"DOUGHNUTTING TIME."

Wunst w'en our girl wuz makin' pies an' doughnuts--'ist a Lot--
We stood around with great, big eyes, 'cuz we boys like 'em hot;
And w'en she dropped 'em in the lard, they sizzled 'ist like fun,
And w'en she takes 'em out, it's hard to keep from takin' one.

And 'en she says: "You boys'll get all spattered up with grease."
And by-um-by she says she'll let us have 'ist one apiece;
So I took one for me, and one for little James McBride,
The widow's only orfunt son, 'ats waitin' there outside.

An' Henry, he took one 'ist for himself an' Nellie Flynn,
'At's waitin' at the kitchen door and dassent to come in,
Becuz her Mother told her not; and Johnny, he took two,
'Cus Amey Brennan likes 'em hot, 'ist like we chinnern do.

'En Henry happened 'ist to think he didn't get a one
For little Ebenezer Brink, the carpet beater's son,
Who never gets 'em home, becuz he says, he ain't quite sure,
But thinks perhaps the reason wuz, his folkeses are too poor.

An 'en I give my own away to little