GIRLS TORTURED WITH FIERY
IRONS BY INHUMAN PARENTS
Shocking Case of Cruelty Discovered in Chi
cago—Child Branded Until Flesh
Blazes Into Flame.
Chicago.—Parental love has been
woefully lacking in the lives of Mary
and Annie Janoszek, aged six and
four years respectively, and in their
wretched home on Concord place they
have known more of burns from red
hot pokers than of caresses and kind
ness. according to testimony of the lit
tle girls, corroborated by tne evidence
of neighbors, who have witnessed the
injuries inflicted upon the children by
Mrs. Mary Janoszek, the mother.
Reluctant to interfere, neighbors
have silently sympathized with the
unfortunate little ones, until, sickened
beyond endurance at tue continual tor
ture, they notified the officers of the
Illinois Humane society.
Investigation resulted in tue arrest
of the woman and her husband, John,
who are now in the county jail while
Mary and Annie are being cared for
at the Children’s Memorial hospital,
where it is feared Mary, the elder,
may die of her injuries.
All during the hearing the other day
before Justice Mayer the woman main
tained a stolid indifference, and even
when her neighbors detailed instances
in which the helpless little ones were
branded with irons fired to white heat,
and made to endure other sufferings
for trivial causes, she only yawned as
if to show her weariness of the entire
proceedings.
‘‘When parents are like you they
should be horsewhipped," said Justice
Mayer indignantly from the bench,
and at the time of the outburst he had
not heard half of the horrible story.
That the tortures they have under
gone have bred in the children aloa’h
some fear of their mother was shown
in Inspector Lavin’s office, where the
mother interrupted the examination
by the inspector and spoke sharply to
them in Polish. Instinctively they
shrank and cowered, not realizing that
they were safe even with the protec
tion of the officers. The testimony of
acquaintances of the family indicate
that the mother delighted in fiendish
acts of cruelty.
1 In winter the two girls were denied
shoes and stockings, and in their bare
feet were sent on errands, particularly
to the near by saloons. Nicholas Nau
mes, who lives across from the Janos
zeks, testified that one day last win
ter, during a bitter cold spell, Annie
was seen coming from the groggery
in tears. Naumes saw the door opened
by the mother, who, when the child
spoke a few words to her, picked her
up bodily and tnrew her to the side
walk. where she lay senseless and
bleeding from wounds in the face.
Naumes subsequently learned that the
child's offense was losing 15 cents’
change, also that she suffered a broken
arm and a fractured nose. Ntumes
reported the case to the Humane so
ciety.
That the cruelty has been recent
(vas indicated when Ethel Butzbach,
who lives in the rear of the Janoszek
aome, told what she saw a week ago.
5he heard Annie scream, and, stand
ing on a chair, peered into the room,
'mere she saw the little girl bared to
the waist. With one hand the mother
held her daughter, while she used the
other in applying a heated iron to the
exposed flesh till it blazed into a
smoky flame. The horror of it sur
prised a scream from the watcher, at
which the woman dropped her instru
ment of torture and Annie fled to an
other room shrieking with agony. The
witness said the victim’s cries could
be heard for hours.
On another occasion when Mrs.
Strauss was at the house the children
were sent to the woodshed and re
mained there two days, subsisting on
small doles of bread and coffee. Other
neighbors told how Mrs. Janoszek
found a mop handle handy in her
scheme of inflicting suffering. She
would entwine it in the hair of the
1 BURNED THE CHILDREN WITH A
HOT POKER.
victims and twist until the screams
because of the excruciating pain could
be heard across the street.
“I have never heard of a case ap
proaching this in cruelty,” said Miss
Minnie Jacobs, a juvenile court officer.
The testimony and the pitiable con
dition of the children evoked the sym
pathy of the court attaches and spec
tators, and found expression in a sub
stantial collection being taken for
them. Particularly patnetic is the
case of Annie, the little one who may
die. While Inspector Lavin was ques
tioning her an elderly woman, whose
tear-flooded eyes were mute evidence
of the shock of the revelation and of
the outpouring of love and sympathy
she felt for the abused child, gently
touched her on the shoulder. With a
sharp exclamation of pain the little
girl jumped back out of reaching dis
tance. Where the motherly hand of
the stranger had touched her was a re
membrance of her legal mother—a raw
spot of quivering flesh that had been
seared with the iron.
The Janoszeks were held in $10,000
bail and the two younger children, one
a babe in arms, were taken by charit
able workers to be cared for.
GOAT'S APPETITE DISPELS
SALOONKEEPER'S DREAM
Animal Rudely Ejects Owner and
Friend, Then Calmly Disposes
of Free Lunch.
Chicago.—No bock beer flowed in
(ke Epstein’s saloon on South Halsted
street, the other night and all because
of a goat.
The evening was young when a
;rony of Ike’s entered. “Good evening,’’
said the crony.
‘‘Good evening,” answered Ike.
"Haf you pock peer?” queried the
crony.
"Sure,” answered Ike, and a glass
■MW
IKE WAS LIFTED INTO THE STREET.
of the foaming bock was placed on the
bar.
“Excuse me,” said Ike, and disap
peared in the neighborhood of the
Kitchen. He was gone a few minutes
when he appeared with a dish filled
with lettuce that was green.
“You seem to be doing fine busi
ness?” ventured the customer.
"I shust got next to the finest ad
vertisement vat ever vas,” commented
Ike.
“Yes-” queried the other.
"A goat,” answered »ke. “He was a
pully afertisement Pelnys to my son
3eorge I paints a sign. I puts it on
his neck. It tells of de fine peer vot I
haf and all de peoples read. Und piz
less? My you yust vait.”
“I vill,” answered Ike’s customer.
“Excuse me,” said Ike and disap
peared. This time he was bearing a
dish filled with onions when he re
turned.
“Haf von?” queried Ike.
“Shure,” and the customer reached.
It was then the cyclone struck. And
’t came with terrific force. Ike saw a
fray streak and the next moment he
was sitting in the middle of lue street.
The lone customer saw it coming and
attempted to duck. But he was a mo
ment too late and the next instant he
was standing on his head in the mid
dle of the pavement.
“Vot vas it?” queried Ike.
“I don’t know,” answered the cus
tomer.
“Let’s go in,” suggested Ike.
“No, let's look through the window,”
advised the customer.
And they did. They saw the goat
reaching for the onions. They stood
on the lunch counter and wpre just
beyond the reach of the animal. But
he was not to be outdone. He stepped
back a pace or two. Then he went
forward with lowered head.
“Ach du lieber,” broke from Ike.
“It vas a fine counter,” agreed the
customer.
The goat stood in the midst of the
ruins. He ate the onions and he ate
the lettuce. He ate the radishes and
he ate the carrots.
“He’s yours if you take him avay,”
agreed Ike.
"I don’t vant him. I got no use ter
a goat.”
Then Ike performed an act that will
ever live in the memory of those kho
worship him. He entered the saloon.
He dodged the infuriated animal and
caught him by the horns. He sat on
his head until the lone customer could
enter. Then they dragged the animal
to his stall in the rear of the saloon,
locked the door and nailed it and
placed heavy pieces of timber against
It
“Vat you suppose caused it?” queried
Ike.
“It must hav peen de onions. Dey
smell you know.”
Child Boasted by Young Girl.
York, Penn.—Lillian Thorman, a
13-year-old girl, pleaded guilty to
killing Helena Dorsey, a three year
old daughter of Mr. and Mrs .Robert
Dorsey. On Washington’s birthday
the Thorman girl, having become an
gered at something the little Dorsey
child had done, placed her on a red
hot stove. The child died later. The
Thorman girl added: “I did it be
cause I have the devil In me."
The young prisoner will be sen
tenced on a charge of involuntary
manslaughter.
Had Coffin for 25 Years.
Elkton, Md.—Thinking he might
soon have use for it, Joseph Venables,
of Chestertown, 25 years ago had bis
coffin made. He began soon there
after to enjoy better health, and con
tinued to do so until a few days ago,
when his death occurred, and he was
burled in the coffin he made.
Dances as Living Torch; Dies.
Rome.—Paola Nizza, a resident of
Palermo, soaked her clothing with pe
troleum then set it afire. She danced
around madly until she fell, burned to
death. It is stated her mother killed
herself in the same way In Chicago
four years ago, and that her sister met
a similar death last year.
MOST BEAUTIFUL BOY IN AMERICA.
"v 1 if mv\ imv \
"Prince Benny,” asserted to be the most beautiful chnu to oe tuund in all
America, has just posed for his photograph. He is Bickford Benjamin Benny,
now of Norfolk, Neb. Waiter Russell, a famous painter of children, searched
high and low for an ideal model. He said he found in the United States
only 12 who could be called truly beautiful, and of these the Benny boy, whom
he found in the home of his parents at Pasadena. Cal., was the only one
who answered completely to the exacting standards which Russell’s artistic
imagination had conceived.
FINLAND AND THE JEWS.
Position of the Semitic Race Worse,
in a Legal Sense, Than
in Russia.
An anti-Semitic movement which so
far cannot be traced to the Russian
government appears to be absorbing
Finland, 'ihe Jewish World, in com
menting on this circumstance, declares
that the manner in which the civilized
world gave unstinted sympathy to the
Finns out of the area is expelled the
country. They are restricted for a
livelihood to selling old clothes,
watches, cigarettes, etc. Jews who
marry have to leave the country, and
those who go out of it to serve their
military term may not return.
No wonder a deputy once declared
that a Jew in Finland is worse off
than a criminal in Siberia.
Their struggle with the overwhelm
ing forces of Russian despotism might
have led one to believe that this inter
esting little people would show a cer
tain fairness to the oppressed Russian
Jews among them.
There are about 1,000 Jews all told in
Finland, and it is enough to say that
their position is legally worse than m
Russia itself. Although there was al
ways a large measure of self-govern
ment in Finland, there has never been
HAVE MELONS IN WINTER.
Luxury That Is Now Attainable
Through Modern Horticul
tural Progress.
The increase of our knowledge of
the vegetable world has given us many
good things. Perhaps the most recent
of these is the winter melon, which is
now becoming such a luxury, and,
what is stiil better, an attainable lux
ury. The seeds of the winter melon
came from Russia. ney were placed
in the hands of a man who had a
great reputation as a horticulturist.
There were two varieties of musk
melon and one of watermelon. The
Russian seeds produced an exception
ally fine muskmelon. In flavor they
are more acceptable than the su nmer i
kind, far more attractive from an ex
terior view, and grow in weight to za
pounds. One of the features of the
melons is tnat their luscious flavor
does not deteriorate as they increase
in size, as is often the case with the
summer fruit. The beauty of the win
ter melons is that they are in their
prime in the dead of winter, when the
snow covers the northern states and
nature hibernates with the thermom
eter in close proximity to zero.
The melons need only about one
hundred days in which to mature, so
that seeds planted the first of May
SEEKS HONOR HELD BY LONGWORTH.
Theodore Horstman, formerly corporation counsel of Cincinnati, has be
come a candidate for the congressional nomination in the First district, in
opposition to Nicholas Longworth, Mr. Horstman is an independent Repub
lican, and for years has fought the boss element. He ran for mayor in 1894,
and, though defeated, polled a remarkably large vote. As an attorney his
standing in the community is high.
treatment to which Jews are subjected
there. They are at Dest allowed to live
in the towns of Helsingfors, Abo and
Wiborg; newcomers can settle by spe
cial permission of the governor gen-1
eral, which has to be renewed every!
six months. Any Jew caught without I
such permission is transported back to
Russia in chains.
Wireless Rubberneck.
A New York inventor is said to have
erected on top of his house a tall pole
with 32 antennae that are kept in a
state of activity gathering wireless
messages of all descriptions. Uood-by
messages from ocean steamships, re
ports from government stations and a
lot of other information not addressed
to him come to his net. The new de
velopment creates a puzzling legal
problem. Highest judicial authority has
affirmed that a man’s title to his prop
erty reaches from the center of the
globe to the zenith. If people allow
their wireless messages to go wander
ing or floating through the etherlal re
gions on to a man’s atmospheric prop
erty what are his legal rights?
will by the first of August produce
some melons which ripen on the vines.
The major portion of the crop, how*
ever, has to ripen after being picked.
The date of their ripening, depends
entirely upon the temperature in
which they are stored. If deposited in
a cool place they will not ripen much
before the first of the year. If the
melons are desired for an earlier mar
ket it is only necessary to place them
in a room of a living heat.
The Continental Idea.
A clergyman who was holding a chil
dren’s service at a continental winter
resort had occasion to catechise hia
headers on the parable of the unjust
steward. “What is a steward?” n«
asked. A little boy, who had just ar
rived from England a few days before,
held up his hand. “He is a man, sir,'
he replied, with a reminiscent look on
his face, "who brings you a basin.”—
Kansas City Independent.
Monument to Foe.
A monument is being designed in
Richmond, Va., to be dedicated to the
memory of Edgar Allan Poe.
I ^
(Copyright, by Joseph B. Bowles.)
It was at the opera house that 1
first saw her, on a grand night, when
the carriages were full of swell folks
and the show at the door was as good
as ’tother inside.
She was dressed in a shiny cloak
bordered with feathers, and where 11
fell back her gown showed shiny, too
Two other folks were with her—a
stout lady, with her head well up in
the air, a tall, fair dude, who wore
violets in his button-bole. The girl
carried a bunch of violets, too. She
looked like an angel.
When I had sold out my papers and
got a sandwich fiom the woman in
the alley I sneaked back to the opera
house door to see the show come out
Presently that girl appeared again,
but with another man—a fat, dark
party, who wore a blazing stone in his
shirt front and mustaches twisted up
at the corners. The girl looked tired,
and something seemed to have gone
amiss with her.
I didn’t see her again till the day
she came to our court. She and I got
to be first-rate friends. Many a
hamper her coachman tugged up our
rickety stairs, and mother and I
never lacked for food nor fire from
that time out. She was everywhere
among the poor cf the district. I be
gan to think it must he mighty un
pleasant business, too, for she got
paler and sadder all the time.
The weather turned cold and there
was snow, and the rich folks were
sleighing in the park. So I thought
if I went that way I might catch a
glimpse of Miss Angel, and I did.
"For whom arc you looking, Bob
by?” says she.
"For you, Miss Angel,” says I, and
I came near letting out a yell of pure
Joy. ’Twas ner own self, in a walking
dress with fur on it, and her hands
thrust into a bit of a muff. She wore
violets again in her oreast, and I
smelled ’em, and they were sweet.
But we didn’t have a talk. She
hadn’t fairly settled herself on the
bench with me when along came the
fat dark man, with the big stone in
his shirt front.
"I saw you from afar, Edith,” says
he; "pray, allow me.” And he just
shoved me aside and squeezed him
self down beside Miss Angel. “I'm
glad to see you abroad again, Edith,”
says he; “I called repeatedly during
your illness, but your servants refused
to admit me.”
"They obeyed my orders,” says Miss
Angel, very cold and stiff like.
"I see that you bear me some
grudge,” says he. "Maybe it is about
Dacre. Ah, he is a sad dog — that
Dacre!”
"And who has helped Dacre in his
downward way?” says Miss Angel;
and her voice was uncommon sharp.
“Well, really, 1 don’t pretend to
know,” says the fat man. “Some say
it is that French actress, Bebe, and
that she has a mysterious forest bow
er at Hemlock Hollow, a few miles
out of the city, to which Dacre makes
frequent pilgrimages. i have reason
to think the rumor true. Dacre is a
great favorite with your sex. Then
his, fast male companions—”
“Stop! It is contemptible, sir, to
slander the absent! Dacre’s closest
companion has been yourself. Col.
Hay. To you he owes his financial
ruin. As for the other charge,” and
she grew as white as chalk, “I’ll tell
you frankly I do not believe a word
of it. Dacre is Un victim of a crafty
foe, who follows him in the guise of
a friend."
“My dear Ecirth,” said the fat man,
"are you not a »i:tle unreasonable? 1
did not suspect you could so sharply
resent my honest statements. To be
sure, Dacre was once your lover, and
you broke the engagement because
your father insisted upon it."
"You poisoned my lather's mind
against Dacre,” says she, “and, being
ill, he believed ail that you said."
“You refuse to believe In his little
errors? Well, here is a message which
he gave me to wire not an hour ago.”
He thrust a paper under her eyes.
I didn't have on my company man
ners, and I looked, too. This is what
I read:
“I sail to-morrow for Australia, to
begin life over again. I must take
Bebe with me; I cannot bear to leave
her. Will come to-night.”
"You have said enough!” says Miss
Angel. "Leave me now. Col. Hay.”
His face grew black as thunder, but
he got up from the bench and went
away. She sat awhile, looking down at
the ground; then says she:
"Bobby, if you had a friend whom
you had loved and trusted a long
time, and you should see him lying
very low—perhaps In the dust at your
feet, and all the world turned against
him—tell me, what would you do?”
"Why, lend him a hand, of course,”
says I.
She Dent ana kissea me—heaven and
earth! Yes she kissed me!
"Bobby,” says she, "I don’t know
where Mr. Dacre can be found, and
had I asked Col. Hay be would not
have told me. Yet I must send Dacre
a token, and It must reach him to
night.” I pricked up my ears. “I
have not a servant that I can trust
with such a matter,” says she, "and
time presses—I cannot seek far for my
messenger.”
"If you’ve anything to send Mr.
Dacre, I’ll take it,” says I.
She opened her purse and took out
a gold ring, engraved witn some motto
•that I couldn’t read.
She wrapped the bit of gold In a
banknote. Her eyds were full of
tears.
"If Mr. Dacre is going to visit that
Bebe to-night,” says I, “what’s the
matter with Hemlock Hollow?” I re
membered that the fat man had men
tioned Hemlock Hollow as the place
where the actress lived.
Hemlock Hollow was black as pitch
when the train stopped there. I hap
pened to be the only passenger that
got off. A stationmasier came out
on 'the platform, swinging a lantern
and stretching his jaws as if he’d
just waked up. 1 asked if he’d seen
a young gent aet off there that night
I in a light overcoat. He concluded that
he remembered such a party, because
ie’d hired a carriage that run from
the station and gone away on the
swamp road.
••Where’s the swamp road?” says I.
He pointed straight before us into
the darkness.
"Does a woman named Bebe stop
round there?” says I.
“I never heerd tell of her,” says he.
I wasn't going to blab secrets, so I
stuck my tongue into my cheek and
made off as fast as my legs could carry
me. The weather had turned killing
cold. My teeth clicked faster than a
telegraph. The sky wa? cloudy, but
there was a moon somewhere over
head, and I could discern the track ol
Mr. Dacre’s carriage in the snow. I
followed it.
W'ell, after I’d chased over a hun
dred miles, or so, I saw a light. Yov
bet I was glad. Sure enough, the
carriage track stopped at a gate. 1
went through it and up to a small,
low house, set in an open place in tha
woods. I rapped on the door.
"Now, if Bebe herself comes, what’ll
I say to her?” thinks I. But the per
son that opened to me was a gray,
elderly man In working clothes.
“Is Mr. Dacre in this house?” says I.
“Yes,” says the man.
“I want to see him, bad,” says I.
“Come in,” says he; “you look about
frozen, my boy.”
He showed me into a room that
opened off the entry. There I found
Mr. Dacre, sitting before a big fire
His light overcoat lay across a chair
near him, and he held a cigar be
» ‘•"V/ A. IT -
"BOBBY."
tween his fingers, but it had gone
out. At his feet a big mastiff lay
sleeping on a mat. Mr. Dacie looked
as if he had been to a funeral. I
went up to him and touch d his arm.
I put Miss Ange.’s ring in his hand.
“Where did you get it?” says he,
and his voice was amazing queer.
“Miss Edith sent it to you,” says I.
1 thought he was going crazy. He
dragged me to the fire, chafed my
hands, pulled the shoes off my frozen
feet, and the man that had let me in
brought snow and rubbed on my ears,
that were stiff as slakes, and the big
dog woke on the mat, and rose with
a growl to see what was going on.
“Keep still, Bebe!’’ says Mr. Dacre,
and when I heard that i thought I’d
tumble into the fire.
Well, the two men brought hot cof
fee and a dish of toasted chicken, and
Mr. Dacre, being a gentleman, waited
till I had warmed and fed before he
asked a question. But after that I
had to tell him everything. My eyes!
wasn’t he mad! The big mastiff
had laid her head on his knee; he
patted it with one hand, and the
other arm he slipped across my shoul
der.
ujkjuj, aaja uc, jkju aic ui me
right stuff! The whole of this mat
ter you cannot understand, but I will
tell you that the man who lives here
was a servant of my dead father, and
this dog is also a family relic. For
years Simpson has kept her for me—
I am particularly fond of Bebe, for
she saved my life when l was a boy,
and of late I have thought of her as
about the only friend xeft to me in
the world. She is old now and in
firm. As I was to sail for Australia to
morrow, never, perhaps, to return, I
came down here to spend my last
evening with Simpson, and to take
Bebe away with me. These facts were
well known to my friend, Col. Hay,
when he told that cursed story in the
park. Now, Bobby, you and I must go
back to town by the last train. I
shall see Miss Edith before I sleep. I
shall also see our precious Col. Hay?
our prince of liars,”
Well, Mr. Dacre didn’t go to Aus
tralia—he stayed at home and mar
ried Miss Angel. Col. Hay wasn’t
at the wredding—I know, for I was
there, and looked for the fat man
everywhere.
BIRTHDAY PARTY FOR CAT.
“Jerry’s" Nineteenth Natal Day Cele
brated with Pomp by Master
—Begins to Ago.
Freehold, N. J.—Henry Brower, of
Soobeyville, near hei’e, owns a cat
which is 19 years old. Brower is a cat
fancier, owning no less than ten fe
lines, and the patriarch of the lot is,
of course, a prime favorite.
To celebrate the gray-whiskered
Tom’s birthday, Brower gave him a
birthday party, inviting a number of
the neighbors.
Among those psesent at the function
a la cat were Mr. and Mrs. John Rior
dan, Paul Frank Hiltbrunner, Miss Ida
Flock, Herbert Wolcott, H. S. Parke,
Hudson Van Brunt, Mr. and Mrs. Har
ry Coleman and Mr. and Mrs. Frank
Hance.
The debutante goes by the name of
Jerry. The guests enjoyed music and
games, while Jerry blinked at them
from a cushioned chair. All the other
cats were also In the room.
Jerry is feeling his age. He is a
failure now as a ratter and no longer
utters discordant notes In the moon
light upon the back-yard fence of tho
Brower domicile.
Ever Notice ItP
Diggs—Lazy men remind me of
ants.
Biggs—What’s the answer?
"They are always hunting a Job."
—Chicago Daily News.
ON IRONING A SHIRT.
What to Press First, Do Not Use Too
Hot an Iron and the Finish
ing Touch of Polishing.
To iron the shirt, after being
starched, proceed in the following
order: First the collar, second the
cuffs and sleeves, third the yoke,
fourth the back, fifth the calico part
of the front, sixth the linen front.
The collar must be wiped with a
dry rag to remove any surface
starch, then, with a fairly hot iron,
iron it lightly on the wrong side, turn
it over and press on the right side,
then iron heavily on the wrong side,
and finish ironing it on the right.
To iron the sleeves and cuffs, fold
the shirt in half to protect the fronts,
start the sleeve by ironing the cuff
in exactly the same way as the collar.
When quite dry and stiff fold the
sleeve in half by the seam, and iron
it first on one side, then turn over
and do the other, working the point
of the iron well into the gathers at
the wrist.
Do the second sleeve in the same
way. To iron the saddle place it
quite flat on the back of the shirt, so
that the two side seams are together,
the back being folded in half length
ways; iron first one side, then the
other.
The seams and the strippings round
the sleeves must be ironed dry. The
calico front is ironed over the back.
Lay the shirt on the table, and tha
center fullness of the back should be
drawn into plaits, which are pressed
in to make the back and front the
same breadth, then iron all the calico
part, but do not touch the linen
fronts.
To iron linen fronts a shirt board
is required. This is a board some two
feet long and one and a half feet
broad, covered with ironing felt.
Slip this under the linen front and
iron the upper front first. Rub the
front with a dry cloth, and work any
creases or fullness to the side.
Do not use too hot an iron. Iron
until it Is dry, lifting the front from
the board now and again to let the
steam escape.
Do the second half in the same
way and be very careful to iron the
edges and round the neckband quite
dry.
To polish the front, remove the
shirt board, and replace it with one
the same size, but with no covering
to it.
Damp the surface of the ironed
front very evenly with a wet rag.
Get a hot polishing iron, and be sure
that it is very clean.
Iron up and down the front in
straight, even lines, pressing heavily
until a smooth gloss is obtained. The
under half of the front is the first to
be polished.
The cuffs are polished in the same
way.
To fold a shirt, place a stud in the
neckband to fasten it, and make a
box plait down the front where the
fullness is.
Turn the shirt over, having the
back uppermost.
Fold the sleeve over so as to form
a straight line with the seam of the
shirt. Take a plait down the sleeve
of about an inch, and press it in, then
turn up the sleeve, having the but
tonhole of the cuff level with the
neckband.
Fold the second sleeve to corre
spond. Fold over the sides of the
shirt, having it the width of the
linen front.
Pin it to keep it in place. Turn
up the bottom about three inches,
fold the shirt in two, making it the
exact length of the linen front, so
that on turning it over only the
starched front is seen.
MARION HARRIS NEIL.
THE WOMAN GARDENER.
A Backyard Industry of Growing
Flowers Recommended Both for
Healthfulness and Profit.
For a delicate, nervous woman there
is no medicine like exercise in 'he open
air. But walking aimlessly about in
the open air is not the proper way to
exercse to derive the most good. The
mind must be interested in the ac
complishment of some purpose. Now
the desire or need of earning a little
money is an incentive to regulate me
thodical work.
Suppose you take up the growing of
flowers both as a means of relaxation
and a source of profit. Lilies of the
valley, sweet peas, daisies, violets, are
ail very popular and easy to culti
vate.
Another branch of the flower busi
ness in which a profit can be made is
the filling of window-boxes, designing
new effects in jardinieres and banging
baskets.
The latter can be handled nicely in
the shady space of your yard until
well started, when some of the most
attractive boxes and baskets should
be displayed in your front windows as
a means of advertising your backyard
Industry.—Chicago Inter Ocean.
A Tasty Dish from Left-Overs.
Cold corn beef is best, but any kind
of cold meat will do. Put through a
meat grinder or chop fine; if onion
is liked add a little raw, chopped
fine. Season well and if any cold
gravy is left, moisten meat with that
if not, water will do. Just enough to
cook well. Boil potatoes and mash
with milk, butter, salt and pepper
After placing the chopped meat, well
moistened, In a deep earthen dish or
pan, shake the mashed potatoes on
top of meat lightly, place in oven
about 20 minutes until brown and
well heated. The flavor and steam
from the meat goes through the po
tatoes and it is a most delicious dish
—Orange Judd Farmer.
Burlap Bugs.
Pretty and useful rugs can be made
of odds and ends which otherwise
would be of no use. Take a piece of
burlap the size and shape desired and
have the pieces of cloth cut one-fourtn
Inch wide and one Inch long nrn®
these through the burlap with ..
chet hook, Just as ir you were taktoe
a stitch in sewing. When the sm*. 8
is thickly covered, trim off the nn?'8
places, and line the under side Th™
rugs can be made of yarn, siik
en or cotton, and the result will £
pretty, at almost no cost U* ^
