The Boston Cooking School magazine of culinary science and domestic economics . NE CO., BOSTON, MASS. CLIMBERS Lady Godiva:—A new climbing rose. This rose is simi-lar in habit of growth to Ihe Crimson Rambler. Bloom-ing in immense cl isters it is a beautiful sight. Its coloris most pleasing, being a pale flesh, the lightest of all thepink ramblers. Tausendschon (Thousand beauties):—The most sensa-tional climbing rose yet introduced, blooming profuselyfrom the beginning of June until the last of July, thedouble flowers appear in large clusters. Buy advertised Goods — do not accept substitutes65
The Boston Cooking School magazine of culinary science and domestic economics . NE CO., BOSTON, MASS. CLIMBERS Lady Godiva:—A new climbing rose. This rose is simi-lar in habit of growth to Ihe Crimson Rambler. Bloom-ing in immense cl isters it is a beautiful sight. Its coloris most pleasing, being a pale flesh, the lightest of all thepink ramblers. Tausendschon (Thousand beauties):—The most sensa-tional climbing rose yet introduced, blooming profuselyfrom the beginning of June until the last of July, thedouble flowers appear in large clusters. Buy advertised Goods — do not accept substitutes652 Little Dinners for Easter I Crabflake CocktailConsomme, IrmaSliced Eggs a la King in RamekinsLarded Fillet of BeefArtichokes a la Barigoule1914 Easter SaladKaiser RollsDessert Torte with StrawberriesLittle Sponge CakesCoffee IIHalves of Grapefruit with StrawberriesConsomme, CelestineLobster, Cardinal StyleLamb Chops, Maintenon Style1914 Easter SaladPeas in Potato PattiesHam Mousseline a la FlorentineDessert Torte, with Ice Cream, MelbaSalted Nuts Turkish Paste Coffee. TheBoston Cooking-School Magazine Vol. XVIII APRIL, 1914 No. 9 Our Home Under the Hickories By Eleanor W. Coleman I IT was in a little fishing village thatwe found our home,— a village thatfelt itself neglected by an unappre-ciated world; for its neighbors ninemiles north and south were blossominginto summer resorts and selling theirrocky land to city folk for many dollarsa foot, where it had formerly broughtbut a few dollars an acre. The cottage itself, tiny and low-pitched, peeping out from a shelter ofbig apple trees, lured us from no one about the place, I ven-tured up the grassy path to the frontporch, where I lingered, trying to peerthrough the shuttered windows. A thicket of hickories screened iton the northwest. On the south, ameadow drowsed in the sun until itlost its way in the shade of an oldorchard. To the east, was a littlesweep of tangled grass that made asteep drop of sixty fee
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