Rewelcoming the Old Rag Rug

Inside your doorway What treasure is there? Wide open fireplace, A straight Windsor chair, Bayberry candles,And teacups of blue, An old-fashioned spinet Whose tone is still true * * * Thus someone wrote of her tiny white dream house, with its shiny knocker of brass, its quaint dormer windows and slant roof of green, its hollyhocks, and all the little things that make su-ch a dream house. But no such dream house could be perfect without rag rugs, and though the poet doesn\u27t mention them, they are there, the oval crocheted one in front of the wide-open fireplace, the fat, round, braided one beside that straight Windsor chair, and all the others, some gay, some gray, silk or wool or cotton

Breakfast Bridge

Were I a bride, I should want it to be the last day of May that I might have June breakfasts. A tiny painted table, some gay little curtains, a yellow song canary and a bowl of lavender and pink sweet peas would make food a very minor consideration. But even so, ordinary toast would take on a certain -charm if served on the painted table and cinnamon toast and fresh strawberries would be Utopia in breakfasts .

Have for Your Shrine a Mirror

One of the most charming rooms I was ever in, was a long, low, darkly finished living room in which the most interesting effect was a mirrored reflection of Gainsborough\u27s Blue Boy hung over a grand piano at the opposite end of the room. It was late afternoon on a cloudy day and my hostess had drawn the shades and lighted the candles. That soft mirrowed reflection in the candlelight stand out in my memory with some of the lovliest pictures painted there-a cloud curtain drawn from across the moon one June night-a clear deep lake on a sunny windy morning

Informality Predominates the Sunday Night Lunch

There are people who just naturally are not · domestic. Those moments when an overwhelming feeling of domesticity sweeps over them are very, very rare. But if on these rare occasions they create a certain pink roses-silver teapot- mahogany gatelegged table atmosphere for themselves and indulge in some rather prosaic dreams, albeit quite fascinating after a fashion, there will descend such a calm domestic feeling that a cat curled up and purring on a silk rag braided cushion in front of the fire will be apparent and seem almost visible

When April Weeps

April was responsible for this elf\u27s mishap, for April is a weeping lady in spite of all her smiles and coquetry and she is often wont to let a veil of silver rain slip down across her weeping face, meanwhile smiling and blinking behind her tears

Iowa State Welcomes New Dean of Home Economics: Faculty Adds Fifteen to Staff

With the arrival of Miss Anna J. Richardson in Ames in time for winter quarter registration, Iowa State will welcome her new dean of the Home Economics division. Miss Edna Walls, who has served as acting dean since the death of Dean MacKay in August, 1921, will continue as vice-dean