Cooking for profit

There are times when a cook can make his own glaze, which is nearly the same as extract, the difference being that it contains more gelatine from the bones than the extract of lean meat. When there happens to be a great plenty of soup bones and the stock boiler is full of rich stock or bouillon., and when instead of using it oyster soup must be made, then the stock should be strained off into a large copper saucepan and be boiled down rapidly until it is nearly dried down to gravy. Then skim off the fat, add some salt, and simmer down carefully until it looks thick and dark and is in danger of burning. Pour it into a jar or can ; it will set solid when cold and a slice taken out and added to the soup on a day when the stock is poor will be found the one thing that was needed to bring it up to the first quality. Such glaze or extract will keep for months. The I French name is ^lace (Tron. j^larce,) ^ssV^'^^:^^ The Ballade of "Settle Mown." A printer threw away his stick He loaded it with lots of French And washed his inky hands. **I'll go and tempt the P'ates," he cried, "Far off in Western lands." And so he landed in Begesh, A brand new Kansas town, And there he built a small hotel And named it "Settle Down." He was the landlord, clerk and cook The table waiter, too. He made the beds and tended bar — And had enough to do. The town grew fast, the hotel throve, He hired some extra hands. His profits quite as fast as got He put in Begosh lands. And as he throve he felt a want: Mysterious, dim, obscure, He could not tell exactly what, But there it was, for shure. "Hal Hal" he cried, as sudden light Broke on him while at dinner, ♦'I want a printed bill-of-fare — "I do— as I'm a sinner." There was no printing press in town; He sent and bought him one. It came, with type, he worked — and lo! The bill-of-fare was done. To sort of give it style. And proudly he set it forth His boarders to beguile. There came six cowboys to his board, All armed and fierce and grim. Each man picked up a bill-of-fare — Then hastened out to him. Then on that pale and trembling man Their words fell fierce and hot: "Why don't yer talk United States? "What is this Dago rot? "Wlia's 'A lay-matree D-hoteV ? "What's ^pum-mey-D-ter-ree' f "What's '■Mack-er-hony-a-w-gra-teen^ f "What's 'Me-ne-vJ'? What's 'Saw-te^f "Who's 'Juliana'? Who's 'Tommy Tf "Who's «Z/'and 'May O'Nass'? "Say! is 'Con-Sommy- Printer-near* t "Where is 'Pat.-D.-Foy-grass' ?'' "Yer'r growin' rich! Yer'r gettin' proud! "Yer want ter be er dude. "Ther daisies claim yer tender toes. "Yer'U du ther grass roots good." There fell a grave like silence then — Each man his cannon drew. ******** The doctor's perforation count Came up to forty-two. EPITAPH. This man was too advanced for use, He had to great a head. He worked his" Settle-Down" in French — His settle- up in lead. From the Hotel Register ^ N, T, *) Menu should be pronounced mayno. HOTEL CARVING