Declared by U.S. Revenue Department A PURE MALT PRODUCT and not an alcoholic beverage
=SOLD BY DRUGGISTS AND GROCERS= =ANHEUSER-BUSCH St. Louis, Mo.=
Desserts in hot weather should be Light and Delicate
The Delicious Flavor of Burnett's Vanilla Is Essential to their Success.
Write for our handsome, new book of recipes for ice creams, parfaits, ices, etc.
JOSEPH BURNETT CO. Dept. E 38 India St., Boston, Mass.
The very highest quality of Gelatine put up in the famous "Already Measured" package. Ordinarily directions say, "Take ¼ package," etc., leaving you to =guess= really at the amount, for no one can be sure of pouring out just ¼ of a package of anything.
Every package of Minute Gelatine is divided into =fourths=, and =each fourth makes one pint= of delicious dessert, a whole package making =one-half gallon=.
Give us your grocer's name and we will send you =free= enough to make one pint, also the Minuteman Cook Book, containing 35 tested receipts for Minute Gelatine.
MINUTE TAPIOCA COMPANY, 18-19 West Main Street, Orange, Mass.
"Rita"--so Mrs. Desmond Humphreys, the English novelist, is called--was condemning in New York the frequency of divorce in America.
"You Americans," she said, "don't seem to possess the secret of matrimonial happiness. Perhaps you might take a lesson from a city clerk I heard of recently.
"A friend of this clerk's, after visiting him at his home, said: 'Excuse me, Will, but how do you manage, on your small salary, to have such well cooked and delicious meals?'
"'The secret is simple,' Will replied; 'every day I kiss the cook and do all I can to please her and make her happy.'
"'But doesn't your wife object?' the other asked.
"'Dear no--she's the cook,' was the reply."
One fall Farmer True sold a large part of his hay in order to buy some new green blinds for his house and a smart kitchen clock. The neighbors heartily disapproved. Spring came, and with it the downfall of his pride, for alas! he had not hay enough to feed his cattle until they should be turned out to grass. Thereupon he humbly sought a neighbor, and asked him if he had any hay to lend. "Well," said the neighbor, deliberately, stroking his chin, "I dunno's I've got any hay to lend, an' I dunno's I've got any to sell. Why don't ye drive yer cattle up an' let 'em look at yer green blinds an' hear yer clock strike?" But he sold him some just the same.