The Boston Cooking School magazine of culinary science and domestic economics . llow. Not one item of this whole-sale renunciation was large—some sav-ings were so small as almost to seemtrifling, but the sum total large!3^ justi-fied the experiment. The heavy burdenwas lifted from the man of the house,and because of it he became cheerfulwith his children in a way they hadalmost forgotten. A certain moral fibre,which is being developed in the youngermembers of the family, is the attemptat a mutual helpfulness, which has re-placed their former irresponsibility, andthe healthy zest that comes wit
The Boston Cooking School magazine of culinary science and domestic economics . llow. Not one item of this whole-sale renunciation was large—some sav-ings were so small as almost to seemtrifling, but the sum total large!3^ justi-fied the experiment. The heavy burdenwas lifted from the man of the house,and because of it he became cheerfulwith his children in a way they hadalmost forgotten. A certain moral fibre,which is being developed in the youngermembers of the family, is the attemptat a mutual helpfulness, which has re-placed their former irresponsibility, andthe healthy zest that comes witheconomic independence seems betterworth while than the easy pleasurepurchased at the price of their fathersperplexity. The outcome is sure to begood. There will be the requisite mar-gin for business expansion, which meansthe interest of the family as a group,and the individuals working togetherfor a common cause will have acquiredpleasantly and happily those habits ofthrift that, otherwise, must have beenwon—if won at all, through the sterndiscipline of defeat and The Girl Who Cooked By Mary Carolyn Davies IT is not easy to bake a cake, andstir salad, and drain the potatoes,when your brain is just swirlingwith plots and settings and climaxes,and when the most fascinating httleideas and fancies keep dancing intoyour mind and fairly crying out to bewritten up into stories. Especially ifthe writing of them means, possibly,college in the fall; and not writing themmeans, certainly, no college. And, besides. Nan hated cooking,anyway. At least, she had hated itbefore. It was Nans proud boast thatshe never in her life did anything shedidnt want to. Her method, you see,was that as soon as she found she hadto do anything, she immediately setabout wanting to. It wasnt easy for Nan to be spendingher summer over the cook-stove andthe ironing board. That summer—why the very thought of it had borneher triumphantly through the rough-nesses of her year as backwoods school-marm. Ne
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