Life — September 8, 1921 — page 23: what you’re looking at

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September 8 With apologies to GQOD HOUSEKEEPING Just the simplest table arrangements, but how these happy kiddies and their little friends, gathered about it, will love it for all that! A Christmas Party for the Kiddies Some thoughts for the Yuletide merrymaking HEN Christmas comes around, we grown-ups must just step way, way back and give place to the kiddikins. And what could be more appropriate than to let them have a Christmas party, all for their very ownest own! Here is a real, old-fashioned Christmas party that will bring joy to the heart of any little child-thing. Cover the table with green crépe pa- per stamped with little gold harps. Have as a centerpiece a model of the Lakes of Killarney—it is just nothing at all to work it up with a few bits of broken mirror and a handful of arti- ficial roc As place cards, use sham- rocks cut from green pasteboard with the names of the tiny guests written upon them in Gaelic. Bonbons in the shape of miniature shillalahs will be an added delight, the kiddies will aver. Carry out the color scheme by serv- Just—Mother By Florence Lippincott Towel Maybe some would like to be Queens or princesses or such; But those titles, seems to me, Never mean so awf'ly much, When the evening shadows fall Tender little voices call Bestest title of them all: Yust—Mother. Don’t know what the right words are, But I've always sort of thought There are some things better far Than those which with gold are bought. Queens know no such joy profound As baby arms their necks around. Lord, some day let me be crowned— Just—Mother. Discoveries By Other Readers ing puree of green peas, lamb covered with mint sauce, potatoes colored green with parsley juice, and pistache ice cream in individual forms of little heads of Eamonn De Valera. It is a pretty and winsome touch to serve straight absinthe throughout the re- pas While the wee kiddie-things are munching happily away, Mummie might steal to the phonograph and put on “My Mother Came from Ireland— Just Try and Get Her Back,” “Heav- en’s Just Like Ireland, So I’m Going to the Dogs,” or any other John McCor mack record. It will add no whit to the fun if Daddy or Uncle Al will dress up like Brian Boru and dis- tribute appropriate yet wholesome fa- vors to the tiny revelers. How the kiddies’ eyes will shine as y this really, traly Christmas party is all over at last! BACH recipe given below serves six persons, un- instance, Keeping Baby Amused—Baby always used to be fretful on Mondays, after a hard week-end, until I hit on the idea of letting her collect all the soiled clothes and heap them in the wash-tub. Then I gave her a cake of soap and a wash- board, and all the water that ever she wanted. After she had splashed away to her heart’s content, I let her take out the wet things and hang them up in the yard. This game not only keeps Baby safe and occupied for hours, but leaves Mother free to get caught up on the movie re- less it is specified that it serves eight. the recipe will serve eight views. What was once “Blue Monday” in our house has come to be the happiest day of all the week. J. C..N., S. Mrs. A Novel Salad—W hen it seems a ‘if you. simply couldn’t think of what kind of salad to give the family, just you try a head of lettuce. You can procure it at almost any reliable -grocer’s shop. Serve it with either Mayonnaise or French dressing, or, for a special treat, try it some time combined with sliced tomatoes. Miss I. R. L.. W. In that persons. A Tasty Dessert—For a dessert that will quickly be yoted a prime favor- ite, beat six eggs till lemon-colored, or thereabouts. Add two cans of logan- berries, a tin of evaporated milk, as many whites of the eggs as you can find, and a grated nutmeg. Pour in freezer, and turn crank for two hours. Take cover off freezer, scrape dasher, and throw away entire contents. Remove wrappings from a brick of drug-store ice- cream, and serve very cold. Our family just can’t seem to get enough of this. Mrs. R.N.F.,S. Car. comicbooks.com