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Show TIRED OF CORN-FIELD PEAS. Amusing and Semi-Tragic Reminiscence Reminis-cence of the War. Several prominent ladies of the confederacy have, In the last few years, given to the public their reminiscences remin-iscences of the bitter tragedy, the often intermingled comedy, and the ingenious makeshifts of their life In war-time. Now Eliza Frances Andrews, An-drews, in "The War-Time Journal of a Georgia Girl," adds another worthy volume to the list. She shows, in her record of the domestic hardships and deprivations with which the southern women had to wrestle, the same gallant gal-lant mirthfulness as her predecessors. Many of the hardships she scarcely minded, but her soul sickened at cornfield corn-field peas. "Hani and corn-field peas for dinner-one dinner-one day, and corn-field peas and ham the next," she lamented. "Mother does her best by making Emily give us every variation on peas that was ever heard of. One day we have pea soup, another pea croquettes, then baked peas and ham, and so on through the whole gamut, but alas! they arevcorn-field peas still, and often not enough of even those." "The table generally looks well enough when we first sit down," she recorded again, "but when we get up it is as bare as Jack Sprat's. We have some good laughs at the makeshifts make-shifts we resort to for making things hold out. We eat as little as we can do with, ourselves, but we don't want father's guests to suspect we are stinted, so Metta pretends to a loss of appetite, while I profess a great fondness fond-ness for whatever happens to be most abundant, which is always sure to be corn-field peas or some other coarse, rank thing that I detest. It would all be very funny if it were not so mortifying, mor-tifying, with all these charming people in the house that deserve to be entertained enter-tained like princes and are used to everything nice. "Metta's delicate appetite and my affection for corn-field peas are a standing joke between us. She has the best of it, though, for she simply starves, while I 'nawsierate,' as Charity Char-ity says. I make a face at a bag of peas whenever I go near it in the pantry." |