Judge — November 29, 1890 — page 11: what you’re looking at

Machine-transcribed from the original scan — historical spelling and the odd misread are preserved.

EXTRACT OF HERE at the kitchen table stands The fairest cook I know— She who presides the household o'er, From roof all down below. With bright, sweet face and white, small hands, For there no stain e’er clings— care is ever mistress there— She deftly bakes and sings. HAPPINESS. Why should she not? The days are gone When cooks must rule the roast. The housewife reigns the kitchen o'er, Just where she's needed most. ‘The magic Extract tells the tale Of meals that never mar The soulful peace of home, and is The modern family jar. Ob, Mr. Liebig! thanks to thee, | And to thy company too, The home that has thy Extracts has ‘The bliss no ancients knew ! Peace reigns therein from early morn Until the midnight call ; Each hour has Liebig in its praise, And crowns him king of all.