attractive booths, the managing ability, the business methods
were the attributes of the women of to-day--the advancing, the
farseeing business woman.

There were no foreigners in this class. The exhibitors of the
guava jellies and foreign preserves were men. Man in all
countries has been prone to reach out and gather in the best
that women have had to give, and in this branch of trade has so
enlarged and sometimes, may I add, adulterated the old recipes,
and with his money and his army of employees has established
great pickling and preserving plants designed to feed the
world's masses.

In most cases the pureness, the sweetest, the old touch of
"homemade" is gone, and only until the domestic woman, by dint
of hard pressure, has been driven out into the world to gain her
own livelihood, has this pure homemade article been put upon the
market. "Pin-money" pickles are now a household word--made by a
woman in Virginia, who started by making for her friends and
neighbors, but whose industry has grown now to immense
proportions.

In the exhibits by women at the St. Louis exposition two
exhibits were worthy of unusual merit--one a fruit cake
containing 41 varieties of preserved fruits, and weighing 81
pounds, made by Mrs. Rose A. Bailey, of California. Mrs. Bailey
preserved these fruits in sugar only. Her collection of jellies,
etc., received the warmest praise, and so much has been said
that she is now contemplating the forwarding of a "Home-prepared
fruit agency" to be handled by women only.

The other exhibit was the crystallized rose leaves and violets,
by another California woman--so made that the sugar could be
peeled off, leaving the rose leaf or violet intact and perfect
in its coloring and form.

These were the odd and new exhibits. A long line of clear
jellies and good pickles and toothsome relishes was most
willingly judged and more willingly tasted. A most attractive
exhibit of these were in the booth of Mrs. Nathalie Claibourne
Buchanan, representing an old Virginia kitchen, its open
fireplace with the fire logs in the background, the high mantel
with its rows of preserves and pickles, and a dear old black
"mammy" in kerchief and bandana as a most fitting setting to the
scene.

No woman received the highest award, the grand prix, but some