'A notable feature of the social pages of newspapers to-day is the pace given up to eating and duns ing. In early days of the "Dail Mail", Colonel Newnham-Davis, a noted gastronome (I love good things to eat but I should hate to be known las a gastronome!) used to discourse learnedly on the pleasures of the But you needed to be a millionaire, or have a millionaire with you to pay the bill. Now it is the tarn of the man in the street and, sill more, the woman in the small Some papers publish lists menus, one for every day in. the! week, with the exact costs per head Jof the family" per week. "Others "Dainty Suppers" of the theatre, Prizes are offered for attractive ways of, Serving tinned things and dishing up the remnants of the leg of mutton." As a sign of the times, it is noticeable that these nenux ate obviously designed with Jan eye on households where only one, ior even no servants are kept. ft won. der how many disciples they ind. In this sort of thing we are less! felever' than "American wontcn, pro-ably because we have been #0" much more accustomed to having servants on us. Several writers of late have been expatriating on the! long variety of dishes available for, breakfast. But in how many households does one get beyond the ste. reotyped ways with an egg and Among all the menus 1 see certain old-fashioned dishes are passed over. Why does one never sce a real blancmange? The thing called by that name now is a congealed lump of that nauseous stuff corntiour, Where ido you get real custard—not_made with synthetic powders out of " tin? Ty was the test of a cook to make good custard. I have not seen a genuine tipsy cake, soaked in sherry ind stuck all over with—almonds since I can remember. Trifle too hi degenerated into a mere jam sai wich smeared with the - aforesaid synthetic custard. And apropos of (breakfasts, have you ever tasted spiced beef as it should be made? 1 doubt it, unless you have inherited and made use of a great-grandmother's recipe book. utes are: wasted.
as possible of the d len bigot the "child bolden Who was it who said that it didn't matte: what you taught a boy ug as it was difficult and he hated There is a good deal of reason fo think that he was nearer the: truth than those who preach. that everything must be made easy and Ino child mast do anything he dis-
Men Go To Sales Two days before Christmas I [went to one of the great stores ani you could scarcely get near a coun ter. "Two days after Christmas 1 went to the same stores and there ere not 50 customers in the whole building. Now the sales have began land shops are again crowded. The free fights between women contend: ing for the same remnant are a Istock joke. 1, is said that men are how becoming followers of the sales {and competed with each other just for jazzy socks and Rampurt Chud-dah (1 hope T have spelt it correet~ Ly) dressings gowns, nest surprising thing of all is the amount of ready cash which people appear to have, after tha 'Chrixtmas presents and' with income tax, car tax, rates, light, water, and club subscriptions io be settled all in the immediate future, A'letter recently, in one of the' even Gapers, imagined a" married couple with £1,500 a year (which is @ high [average for the middle-class) and what they sill have to pay in taxes, rent, rates, household costs and food.
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