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Show Forethought. A lad of ten years living In a suburb of Baltimore was recently taken Into town to spend the day with his grandfather. grand-father. At dinner he ate himself Into a state of great satisfaction, his relatives the whllo looking on in wonder. Finally he was actually forbidden to cat any more On the way homo the lad pulled something from his rocket and began gnawing at it. "What is that, Bobby?" asked his sister. "Only a dog biscuit," came from Robert, in apologetic tone. "Where did you get it?" "I knew I'd be hungry before I got home," explained Bobby, "an I took it away from Fido." Harper's Bazar. Buckwheat Cakes. The blue blood of old New England! Do you know where it came from? Buckwhoats. The genuine buckwheat cakes are or a steel-blue color, and as tough as Uarveylzed plate for battleship battle-ship armor. Only an ostrlrh can digest di-gest them. Nowadays the manufacturers manufac-turers of this flour mix Jr. of corn-meal corn-meal with it, and the cook-lady of the house adds much molasses. The meal softly tempers the wheat and the molasses mo-lasses browns the cakes. In this manner man-ner we have partly civilized the buckwheat. |