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^ Cook With Gas—Anywhere The Kitchenkook gives you the advantages of city gas service—no matter where you live, for Kitchenkook is a gas stove. Makes and burns its own gas from gasoline. The clear blue flame of the world's fastest cookstove makes cooking a delight. It lights with a match, and in one minute one or all burners are ready for use. Kitchenkooks are made in 16 popular models—from the beautiful white porcelain range, with built-in oven and broiler, to the two-burner plate. No. 833, shown above, is an inexpensive three-burner model. Write for name of nearest dealer and folder describing this stove and 15 other popular models. American Gas Machine Co., Inc. ALBERT LEA MINNESOTA Branches in New York and San Francisco ' American Gas Machine Company, Inc., I Dept K 16, Albert Lea, Minn. I Send me full particulars about Albert Lea I Kitchenkooks, and name of nearest dealer. I [ Name I j Address I i Town and State i fetters f rom ©ur ârm ômen A Vacation Made Easy DEA R Editor: Last year we took a vacation that lasted all summer and well into the autumn, and yet the actual "vacationing" took place on only one day each week. John and I both believe in the re-creating powers of an occasional outing, and since we could not lea ve our little farm for more tnan a day at a time, we hit upon this plan. Every Sunday morning last summer we were up before dawn and while I packed a well-planned lunch, John took care of the chores. When everything was in order for the day, our little car slid down the shadowy driveway and out into the open road. And with what joy Ave went out to meet adventure! Sometimes we had a trip planned , to some resort or beauty spot, a visit to a distant relative, to the mountains or the lakes. Or again we started out with no particular destination in view, just following any road that took our fancy. Sometimes after a strenuous week we looked for a quiet spot where we might just rest among Nature's beauties. A fishing trip, perhaps. At least that is what we called it—even though our idle lines bobbed on the sunny waters all day long and we never caught a thing) Each of these trips brought its little adventure, its bit of beauty, a lesson, an amusing incident, a lovely memory to store away and think about and discuss all through the following week. Our kodak album is filled with pictures that tell the story of each of those trips, and often during the winter we have taken them out and laughed and talked them over. And best of all, we never missed a Sunday at church all summer. It was always possible to find along the way a church of our denomination holding services sometime during the morning. We always came away refreshed , awakened, with some old truth or some new thought to take with us on our little journey.—Mrs. M. T. C , New York. Loving Things Into Crowing DEAR Farmer's Wives: I wonder how many of you read the article in the April FARMER'S WIFE about Galli Curci and said, "Pooh! singing to her flowers doesn't make them grow." Now, I believe the singing helps a good deal as the singing is her way of telling them she loves them and love will go a long way towards making flowers, vegetables or chicks grow, I know. I can't sing, but I can talk and I surely love my vegetables, flowers, and chickens and I tell them so. And they respond by growing. People say, "How do you grow such a nice garden of flowers and vegetables? It is too dry or too wet for mine to do any good." They just laugh and wonder how soon they will have to send me to the insane asylum when I say that I love them into growing. Of course love alone won't make things grow, but if you love anything you are sure to do everything possible for it. It is the same way with my chicks. I love them into living and growing. Whenever I go among my chickens, whether old or young, I am always talking to them and looking to see if they need water or anything else for their comfort. I always get eggs, but just ? D ? ? let me get sick and some one else care for them and they can feed as I do, but they don't get the eggs. So if things don't grow to suit you , don't think of how much hard work there is to it for what you get, but try looking for the beauty in the growing things and study them and Mother Nature and you 'll soon find a difference, not only in the way things grow but in your own feelings, as you will find you can do the same amount of work without being utterly tired out.—A Lover of All Growing Things, South Dakota. Keep the Letters Coming! B EADING the letters sub- *•*• mitted for this page is the editor's most gratifying task. " Not all can be published, unfortunately, but every one brings inspiration and helps more than we can tell in our thinking and planning for THE FARMER'S WIFE. By all means keep them coming through the summer! And don't forget to vote for the best letter this month. Many voted for the April letters, Mrs. A. E. A., Nebraska, winning the $10 prize, with "A Kansas Homemaker" a close second. The other letters published win $3 each. Manage the Man, Jiot the Hog DEAR Editor : I read the letter from Mrs. C. T. of Iowa in the April FARMER'S WIFE with a mixture of feelings. You will recall that one of her fi rst problems after she, a town girl , had been married to a farmer, was to cut and put away the carcass of a hog which her husband had just butchered and whose carcass he brought into her kitchen. She certainly is to be congratulated for the way she went after that hog, but again she will never come in for much praise for managing her husband. She should have put on her bonnet and gone away for the day also and then when they had bot h arrived home, she should have smiled her sweetest and said , "Now, how will we cut up this hog?" Her husband, I believe, is a "mama's boy" who has never grown out of the notion that woman was made for his express comfort. In the beginning when love is young, it is so easy to mold our husbands. It isn't necessary to keep on with the spoiling process and grow gray hairs. A famous jud ge in a New York divorce court once said that mothers were to blame for most of the divorces, because they do not prepare their sons to live with another woman. I think Mrs. C. T.'s husband has "Master Farmer" stuff in him , but she will have to do a lot of work with him to bring it out. If she ever has a son , I hope she doesn't make the same mistake with him as she has with her husband. His wife may not be so "gritty," but may take the easier way, the divorce court.—A Farmer's Wife Who Doesn't Chore and Whose Husband Helps During the Meal Canning Spasm. In Green Pastures It TÊAR Friends: must have been *-* the subject that attracted my attention to the April letter, "Whence Cometh My Strength," but it was not until I read the whole letter that I felt such a sweet sense of mutual understanding and satisfaction. When I reached th,e sentence, "No one can help me, but the Divine One," I stopped and drank in the full meaning, for it had the fullest meaning to me. It expressed my own heartfelt feelings—whether in sorrow or joy. It was the crowning point of all—sweet communion with God. It is the key that unlocks the splendor of the buds and blossoms and makes their beauty have a double meaning. Because of this knowledge the little birds sing with a sweetness that seems to have a touch of the Divine, and in it we find a broadness that will enable us to love all mankind. I thank Mrs. G. R. B., North Dakota , for such a soul-reaching thought.—Mrs. C. A. W., Maryland. Teaching Children Thrift DEAR Farmer's Wives: Thrift! Tc spend just a little less than you earn! To save a bit, no matter how little you earn. We cannot begin too young to teach children the meaning of that word. It spells all the difference between success and failure. For each of our children we began a small bank account on their first birthday, just one dollar. Then on each following birthday we added as many dollars as they were years old—two on their second birthday, three on their third , and so on. There are five little tots around our table, but while they were young and the sums small, the burden was , not heavy. They soon learned the meaning of their penny banks and it became a natural act to put all their pennies into it. As they grew older they began to help a little to make the sum in the bank grow. Each spring they gather up the junk that accumulates about a farm , rubbers, rags, paper, scrap iron. Whatever the ragman pays is divided among the five, pro rata. During the summer I pay them for all the stolen nests of eggs they find—a cent for each egg. This is always thrilling work. Many of our city friends come out to the pastures for wild raspberries, and the older children pick for them. They are always well paid and have learned to pick pails of clea n berries. During the early winter , we sometimes gather greens for Christmas decorations and sell them at our local merchant. Early fall and winter is the time mice migrate to barns and houses, so the children trap mice at a cent a piece, while a rat brings them ten cents. All this is only a bit at a time, but the yearly total is sometimes quite surprising. Each child is determined to have his birthday money gathered "all myself" by the time the great day comes around. Best of all, the grand total, when the son or daughter reaches majority, will be enough for a year at college, or if business opportunities seem preferable, it will be a nest egg for a modest beginning. It will never be a burden to anyone of us, and since each child has had a hand in earning his money, we earnestly hope that he will have learned the value of money, learned how to save, and felt the joy of toil rewarded.—Mrs. L. LaB., Wisconsin.
Shall We Go (/jack to the ^f erosene âmp? A Plea for the Lamp jÊAR Editor: *-* I .like the Success Stories of farm women. I like better the stories written in response to Sally Sod, from women who are doing their bit , who have grown from their own efforts from a sixth grade education to editing a department. Or just raising a family. Just ordinary farm life. The Success Stories always show material achievements. A modern home. A successful business. Money to me is not success. I have only a gas light or an oil lamp. / always use the kerosene lamp because it seems more homey to me. For myself , I have a little house that was put up thinking it might turn into a hen house. We have lived in it ten years. In the winter we sit around the stove and crack nuts with the aid of a couple of flat-irons. Dad pops a dish-pan full of corn in a big frying pan. The table is piled as high as it can be with papers and magazines. We are all together. When the neighbors come in , they entertain themselves. They help get the lunch ready. They never feel like company. They enjoy coming. I have not a modern convenience but I get a lot of fun out of life. Washing is hard work on our farm and so I do not wash. I pick out the jobs I like best to do. I take money for the things I get enjoyment out of. I do the things I can do best. The lime seems approaching when I will have these modem conveniences that seem to mean the difference between success and failure. When each one has his man room, his own light and so on, what will hapbe n to our home life! Farming today seems to be so high powered. Unless you are making a great deal of money, working at top speed , have all the things that this century has been able to invent to make living luxurious , you are a failure. If one could take a normal gait and enjoy her work, plant flower gardens, make a homey yard and enjoy the colts and little chicks and calves. Yet all the pleasure I get out of farm life is from these things, not from farm life lived the modern way. I do not believe that modem conveniences have anything to do with happiness on the farm. I believe the great urge to bring these things to the farm is activity mis-spent. All these things are bringing us that much nearer to the city and its problems of divorce, suicides from fast life, the feverish desire to go somewhere. Anyway, successful farm life does not always lie in the handsome modern farm.—Peggy Sod , North Dakota. A Plea for Progress DEAR Peggy Sod: We are glad that you read the Success Stories so thoroughly and we cheerfully admit that their whole value lies in the fact that they are stories of actual farm women told by themselves. Wc entirely agree with you that "money is not success." It is merely a measure of business success. Nevertheless wc arc obliged to disagree with you when you say. "I do not believe that modern conveniences have anything to do with happiness on the farm." We believe that modern conveniences have much to do with happiness anyiohere. For this reason: they multiply opportunities for happiness. The tireless cooker makes it possible for Raising Woman Power C1GNJNG herself "Peggy Sod" in a ^ letter on this page, a North Dakota woman raises the question whether success, happiness and good rural home life are necessarily increased by modern conveniences—the putting aside of the kerosene lamp for electric lights. Of course happiness docs not depend on externals. But merely because happiness is independent of externals ive do not say: "Therefore I will not eat." Neither is it logical to say, "Therefore 1 will not have comforts." It. is the duty of every woman to raise her woman-power to the highest passible point. Therefore THE FARM- ER'S WIFE, stands on the platform: The highest possible comfort to the greatest number of farm homes. Whatever your own viewpoint, you will find the discussion on this page interesting. a woman to attend a neighborhood gathering while her dinner cheerily cooks by itself. The automobile makes it possible for her to cover long distances and to carry that spirit of contentment, that love of the farm, that ability to turn everything to prcttiness, into the life of school, church and Farm Bureau and so to multiply happiness in the whole community. The radio brings to her— without even interrupting her work— extension lectures, music, contact with the big outside world—inspiration. WE BELIEVE (hat you will agree with us that every moment spent in doing the work which a machine could do, is a moment stolen from higher things which a machine can not do. Our feeling is that modern conveniences mean not less time for the pleasure of farm-life but more. More time for a woman "to enjoy her work, plant flower gardens, make a homey yard and enjoy the colts and little chicks and calves!" If we should set up the ideal you suggest: " Use the kerosene lamp because it seems more homey," the questicn rises: Why stop at the kerosene lamp? Why not go back to lovely candle light? Or back of that to the flari ng torch? Or back of that to the dying embers of the fire. Lincoln studied by fire light. We notice that you say: "The lime seems approaching when I will have these modern conveniences." We should lx: very much interested to know just why you will put them into your home. Is it perhaps that you share, a little bit, our feeling that while they cannot make happiness they can enlarge it? There is a note of alarm in your words: "When each one has his own room, his men light and so on what will happen to our home life!" You surely do not mean that your happiness lies in a kerosene lamp. Take away the lamp and your happiness will still remain in the inner light of your hearts. If your happiness is fixed in eternal things—which wc agree is the better part —then bring ing in modem conveniences will have no power to change it. While the marvelous labor-saving devices of today may perhaps rob us of something of the picturesque and "the homey," they give us that which far outweighs these things,—more time and new Opportunity. And these, properly invested, arc what happiness and heaven itself arc made of .—Grace Ftf ritiglon Gra v. ^ JJ^^Â^^V^N^ tair WR AT MR " ' / THE YOUNGEST fwx ,/ SET DEMANDS The boy H ' ^- kU\ wants what the "other fellers" are HI dj lj^ «T\ wearing—sturdy masculine suits that withstand |y v; 1 /*^ ' all the sudden demands of the day's business. H I// The girls all mean to be channel swimmers, tennis H| y I stars, or the golf champions of their generation ; fH |/ so they, too, want sturdy play clothes, but they g *m have definite ideas of colors and style. mmr Indian Head, therefore, is the most practical fabric for both boys and girls. It wears so long, always retains its fresh, wholesome charm, and yields itself so readily to many styles. It has all the yP^ charm of linen at the price of cotton, and, '\ \ unlike linen, is slow to soil, muss or wrinkle. ^L. \ Fast color Indian Head 36 inches wide is now mm\ } found in 26 popular colors. White Indian Head HKk\\K\ in Permanent or Linen Finish is sold in 7 widths, fl^ST \A Vl 18 to 71 inches. Always identify all Indian Head +-^^sl n^|H^ by the mark on the selvage. IjS l^Pl^ J r\rt)oxy,Browqe & Co. ,Dept.2il,Boxi2o6,Boatoa,Mats. /r lWttfrti ¦ *k 2 •¦•k iii Y/Tlww S A 8l S ¦ aS ¦ %2 «i SVS r\'lr\\ a 545 a ff • *••* ¦ !¦ -^ ]jpv\iM 5 5
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