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An antiquated typewriter, looking something like a harpsichord, was half-buried in sheets of manuscript. The little bald-headed man was smoking a corn-cob pipe and reading a cook-book. "I beg your pardon," said the caller, pleasantly; "is this the proprietor?" Mr.

Then the dishes she compounded, after intense calculations over the cook-book, and frequent racings down-stairs to consult with Mrs. Hoffstott, were really toothsome and delicate; besides being brought about with precision and forethought, so that all might not crowd together at the end.

What is left will be yours. Let us hope there will still be the cook-book, but Miss Myrtle Meadows will not be with us, for I now pronounce her to be Mrs. Jack Rabbit, and may you be happy as long as possible, and longer." Then everybody became suddenly excited and pushed up to congratulate Mr. and Mrs. Rabbit, and when the bride heard herself called "Mrs.

"The proposition sounds interesting, Irene, and if carried through would doubtless be valuable, but is it practical?" "Let us see," was the reply. "Some time ago I read of the wonderful success of Mrs. Manton in preparing corn for food. She's one of the most famous professional cooks in America and her name is already a household word. We use her cook-book every day. Now, Mrs.

"Where's Miriam?" asked Anne, slipping out of her coat and unpinning her hat. "Writing to her mother," returned Elfreda. "Now tell us what you cooked." Frequent bursts of laughter arose as Anne described Arline's valiant attempt at making a Spanish omelet from a recipe in a cook-book she had purchased that very day for twenty-five cents at the little book store just below the campus.

And the broadcast rights, too; we might show a profit for the Academy." "What interests me," countered Jarvis, "is a personal profit. A book, for instance; exploration books are always popular. Martian Deserts how's that for a title?" "Lousy!" grunted the captain. "Sounds like a cook-book for desserts. You'd have to call it 'Love Life of a Martian, or something like that." Jarvis chuckled.

"Come along, old sport!" he said genially to Lauffer; and he walked away with his handcuffed prisoner, whistling "Garryowen." "Wait!" motioned Vaux to Miss Erith. "I found that in the kitchenette," he remarked, laying it before her on the table. "Maybe that's the key?" "A cook-book!" She smiled, opened it. "Why why, it's a DICTIONARY!" she exclaimed excitedly. "A dictionary!" "Yes! Look!

Their favorite spelling-book was a certain old cook-book, discarded by the head of the kitchen, and considered all that was necessary for their educational purpose. From this, one afternoon, Johnnie gave out "Dough-nut," with the following surprising result.

I looked over his shoulder to see what it was. I thought of course it would be a cook-book. It was a copy of Oliver Cromwell." "So he found it again, eh? I must go and have a talk with that chap. If he's a Carlyle fan I'd like to know him." "Wait a minute. I had seen the LOST ad in the paper this morning, because I always look over that column. Often it gives me ideas for advertising stunts.

Lincoln at the Boston Cooking-School is so widely and favorably known for its thoroughness and attention to scientific and economical principles, that a cook-book embodying these ideas and principles will be considered a great gain to the housekeeping department. In care and excellence, her book illustrates the modern advance in home cooking." Boston Journal.