Forest City Courier, Aug. 25, 1938
Pound cake, that queen of all cakes, is my favorite. For years I have adhered to one recipe, an old fashioned one, seldom failing in my efforts to make it look and taste like grandmother’s. But recently on a visit to friends in Spartanburg, I was given a recipe which varies very much in the quantity of ingredients, compared with my old one. The taste was delicious, the texture perfect, and the name very fitting, “20th Century Pound Cake.” For the benefit of those, like myself, who are on the lookout for good things at a minimum cost, I pass it on:
Four cups of flour, sifted; two cups of sugar; one cup of butter; one cup of water or milk (lukewarm); seven eggs; one-half teaspoon vanilla extract; one-half teaspoon lemon extract; stir in last two level teaspoons of baking powder.
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In an old scrap book the other day I found this quotation:
It adds nothing to my satisfaction to know that another man has been disappointed. —A. Lincoln.
How many of us are just as enthusiastic about the success of others as we are about our own? Why be envious of the success of others? Envy is a great destroyer of peace and contentment, and when we compare our material things with the more expensive ones our neighbors have, our envy causes us to worry. Let’s quit belittling the things we have. Probably the very person we envy in the matter of material things is envying us our health or appetite or some of the other blessing we enjoy.
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Not all of the superb dahlias are seen at the exhibitions. Only last week I saw the most gorgeous ones growing in the back yard at the home of a friend in Cliffside, great tall plants with brilliant flowers which hide their handsome heads in a mass of leaves. Growing near these dahlia plants was a single grape vine, prolific to the extent of producing many bushels of grapes this summer. These grapes hanging in great purple clusters were a show. From the days of earliest history the grape vine has been a favorite plant and is probably the first fruit ever cultivated by man.
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The story goes of the Englishman who was showing a friend the evidences of modern enterprise in his town. In passing an imposing structure, the stranger remarked that for a factory building it was the finest example he had seen. He asked, “What do they manufacture there?” The answer came at once, “Brains. That’s a schoolhouse.”
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A nation is strong only in the degree in which it recognizes the influence of religion and education, and everyone will agree that they are the fundamental bases of the state. Soon the school gongs will be sounding all over the country, and our children will be going back to class rooms. Our consolidated schools have meant much to our state and country; their chief advantages being better teachers and more extended courses of study, better school equipment, better opportunity for grading the pupils, better supervision, and last but not least, more regular attendance because of the transportation provided for the pupils to and from school. And what a contrast to the days when we as children trudged a long distance to the little one room school house, sat on a long bench, ate cold lunch and stayed till four o’clock in the afternoon.
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