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214 PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI. [May 28, 1859.
from the social treadmill," some time since, was at the lack of means
SOMETHING LIKE EDUCATION. for teaching and training women of all classes in sound principles of
cookery.
Hey have in Germany what
are called real-schulen. Mr.
Punch is a Teutonic scholar,
but for the moment he
insists on translating this
"real schools "—a thing we
have not had much of in
this country, as yet. It is
with immense satisfaction
that we learn from the Lite-
rary Gazette that, at last, a
raz/-school for girls has been
opened in London.
It is not to teach fine-work
nor plain-work—neither cro-
chet nor Berlin wool—still
less reading, writing, or
arithmetic; nor accomplish-
ments, nor geography, nor
the use of the globes. Of all
these things we have enough.
But this "real-school" par
excellence, is about to teach
something which every poor
girl ought to have at her
finger-ends, and which not
one poor girl in a hundred—
or rich girl either, for the
matter of that—knows anything more about than an Ojibbeway or
a Hottentot. This school is to teach cookery—that master-art of
every-day life, which comprises all the rest, and enters into domestic
existence by more doors than any other acquired knowledge a woman
can possess:
Among those who have taken it up " (the Literary Gazette informs us) "are the
Countess of Ripon, Lady Colbrooke, Mrs. Archibald T*it (the wife of the
excellent Biskop of London-,) Lady Laura Palmer, Lady Bridges, and Mrs. C.
M. Lushington. The object of this school is to teach correct principles of cookery
and household economy, Girls are received as boarders at a fixed charge and
instruction is given to daily pupils. Ladies becoming subscribers may send their
cooks for lessons. Cookery for the sick is especially attended to. We ought to
have schools like this (which is situated at No. 90, Albany Street, Regent's Park)
in every district of the Metropolis, more especially in the poorer and less cultivated
portions."
Amen, we say to our contemporary. We cannot conceive any more
thoroughly episcopalian employment for a Bishop's wife than pre-
siding over a school of cookery. Bishops have been accused of too
great, a fondness for the flesh-pots; but"this is the last thing to be
quarrelled with, so long as the flesh-pots of their affection are those
which boil on the poor man's fire, and which are now, for lack of
common cooking knowledge, costly when they ought to_ be cheap,
wasteful when they should be thrifty, and untempting and innutritious
when they might so easily be savoury and satisfying.
If the man who makes two blades of grass grow where one grew
before be a public benefactor, what is the woman who, day after day,
makes the poor man's one shilling go as far as two, and one pound of
beef do the work of twice the quantity ? Not that the work of this
school should stop short with the poor man's wife. Of a surety, the
need extends much higher •. witness the abomipable plain cookery,
waste, and wearisome monotony, if not slatternliness, of nine out of
every ten middle-class dinner-tables ; the impossibility of meeting with
a well-boiled potato ; the pressure of that " domestic institution,'' cold
mutton; the more ambitious misery of the second-class dinner
May the new school flourish, and its cooks (however numerous)
never spoil the broth !
PRESENTATIONS AT COURT.
The persons named in the following list write to Mr. Punch clamour-
ing about the non-insertion of their names by the Court Newsman in
his report of the last Levee. Mr. Punch really cannot be always sup-
plying the omissions of the Court Circular, but as it appears to him
that most of the persons about to be mentioned have as much claim to
get their names paraded before the public as a good many of those
who have been immortalised, he will for once make a sacrifice of
invaluable space.
Mr. Jones, on having had his corns cut, by Professor Bunyan.
Air. Robinson, on being divorced, by Sir 0. Cresswell.
Mr. Brown, on moving from Goodge Street, Tottenham Court Road,
to Essex Street, Strand, by Mr. Smith.
Mr. Wobbleton, on his little boy being breeched, by Mr. Taylor.
Mr. Phaggs, on getting a rise of £5 in his salary at the Bank, by
Mr. Abraham Newland.
Mrs. Lilliwigg, on having been churched, by the Hon. Mrs. Trotter.
Miss Amelia Lilliwigg, on having been jilted by Cornet Blackboy,
by her mother.
Mr. De Hopkins, on going'through the Insolvent Court, by Captain
Whitewash.
Mr. Pipples, on the death of his mother-in-law, by Major Bruin.
Mr. Gamm Boodge, on having his picture rejected at the Academy,
by Mr. Indigo Jones.
Mr. Scattercash, on his being plucked, by the Rev. Dr. Gammer.
Miss Louisa Wiggle, on having her ears pierced, by her mother.
Mrs. Naggs, on obtaining a separate maintenance, by her mother,
Mrs. Jorr.
Mr. Clyfaker, on receiving his ticket-of-leave, by Mr. Duffer.
Mr. Snipp, on conforming to the Hebrew faith, by the Rev. Rabbi
Adler.
Mr. Plounderbv, on being picked out of the Serpentine, by Lieut.
Prodd, R.H.S.
Miss Rose Walker, on being engaged, by her aunt, Mrs. Junction.
Mrs. B. Whicht, on her husband's going to South Australia, by
Mrs. Bolter.
Mrs. Stuckupper, on setting up a brougham, by the Hon- Mrs,
Slapp.
Mr. Hatchment, on the purchase of a family vault, by the Rev,
Grimm Shudderby.
Mr. Charles Splashboard, on outrunning the constable, by Mr.
Dunne.
Miss Mary Coddlington, on leaving school, by her mother.
Mr. Mopps, on having had his hair cut, by M. Isidore Dandriffe.
Mr. Mclndenture, on being articled to an attorney, by Mr.
Feoffment.
Mr. James Twitcher, on drawing his first patient's wrong tooth, by-
Mr. Karious.
Mrs. Krape, on being left a widow, by Mrs. Howler Grigg.
Mr. Twaddle, on being elected to the Dawdle Club, by Mr.
Maunders.
Mrs. Screwington, on letting ner house at Ball's Pond, by Mrs.
Crimply.
Mrs. Glarer, on having been photographed, by Mrs. Iodine Smells.
Mrs. Careless, on having had her pocket picked in an omnibus, by
party, with its costly yet hollow impostures of pastrycook's made- j Lady Flabby
dishes and attendant greengrocers. Mr.^umtum, on being couched for cataract, by Dr. Niagara
k^il5,e..^feed P^lic ben^Cfr!:lleS^^Le^l!ld„?jA0 ,hli ! Mx. Cox. on losing his seat for Finsbury, by Sir S. M. Peto.
Mr. Pouter-Pigeon, on being married, by his father, Mr. Fantail
Pigeon.
Mrs. Pouter-Pigeon, on being married, by her mother, Mrs. Carrier
Dove.
Mr. Stumbler, on breaking his leg, by Mr. Splint,
Mr. Decimalls, on publishing a new edition ol the Beady Reckoner,
by Mr. V. Phractions.
Mrs. Rhododendron, on having some coloured glass put into her
conservatory at Peckham Rye, by Mrs. Chinaster.
Mr. Pesterbody on receiving his Commission (on two premiums
paid to the Pnelig'ible Life Office) by Mr. Touter.
Mr. Glump, on having made his will, by Mr. Probate.
Mrs. Albert Bustlington on having had the carpets taken up, the
paint scrubbed, and the house thoroughly cleansed, by Mrs. Scrimmage.
our male philanthropists,—who are just now so eagerly setting up
fountains to supply the public with a glass ot cold water, and nothing
to it,—" Go ye, and do likewise." Set up a school of cookery by the
side of every fountain, and you will strengthen one great mainstay of
domestic comfort, while you contribute the pellucid but unexhilarating
tipple of the Temperance Society.
If " the Battle of the Constitution must be fought in the Registration
Courts," the battle of home comfort must very often be fought in the
kitchen. Too frequently the young wife succumbs in the unequal con-
test with the cook, if she be rich,—with the victuals, if she be poor. A
well-known proverb informs us of the channel through which we have
hitherto been furnished with cooks. Let us hail, in the establishment
of the Albany Street Cooking School, the opening of a pleasanter
source of supply of these great agents of domestic amelioration.
Mr. Punch may claim some share of the credit of this movement, as j" Mrs. Spayre'Rodde, on Master Pickle Rodde being expelled from
of most movements to anything good. He has long urged the import-1 school, by Mrs. Spoyle Chylde.
ance of founding such schools as this: and one of hia loudest " Groans i Mr, Peter Snout, on his nose bleeding, by Mr. Colde Key.
from the social treadmill," some time since, was at the lack of means
SOMETHING LIKE EDUCATION. for teaching and training women of all classes in sound principles of
cookery.
Hey have in Germany what
are called real-schulen. Mr.
Punch is a Teutonic scholar,
but for the moment he
insists on translating this
"real schools "—a thing we
have not had much of in
this country, as yet. It is
with immense satisfaction
that we learn from the Lite-
rary Gazette that, at last, a
raz/-school for girls has been
opened in London.
It is not to teach fine-work
nor plain-work—neither cro-
chet nor Berlin wool—still
less reading, writing, or
arithmetic; nor accomplish-
ments, nor geography, nor
the use of the globes. Of all
these things we have enough.
But this "real-school" par
excellence, is about to teach
something which every poor
girl ought to have at her
finger-ends, and which not
one poor girl in a hundred—
or rich girl either, for the
matter of that—knows anything more about than an Ojibbeway or
a Hottentot. This school is to teach cookery—that master-art of
every-day life, which comprises all the rest, and enters into domestic
existence by more doors than any other acquired knowledge a woman
can possess:
Among those who have taken it up " (the Literary Gazette informs us) "are the
Countess of Ripon, Lady Colbrooke, Mrs. Archibald T*it (the wife of the
excellent Biskop of London-,) Lady Laura Palmer, Lady Bridges, and Mrs. C.
M. Lushington. The object of this school is to teach correct principles of cookery
and household economy, Girls are received as boarders at a fixed charge and
instruction is given to daily pupils. Ladies becoming subscribers may send their
cooks for lessons. Cookery for the sick is especially attended to. We ought to
have schools like this (which is situated at No. 90, Albany Street, Regent's Park)
in every district of the Metropolis, more especially in the poorer and less cultivated
portions."
Amen, we say to our contemporary. We cannot conceive any more
thoroughly episcopalian employment for a Bishop's wife than pre-
siding over a school of cookery. Bishops have been accused of too
great, a fondness for the flesh-pots; but"this is the last thing to be
quarrelled with, so long as the flesh-pots of their affection are those
which boil on the poor man's fire, and which are now, for lack of
common cooking knowledge, costly when they ought to_ be cheap,
wasteful when they should be thrifty, and untempting and innutritious
when they might so easily be savoury and satisfying.
If the man who makes two blades of grass grow where one grew
before be a public benefactor, what is the woman who, day after day,
makes the poor man's one shilling go as far as two, and one pound of
beef do the work of twice the quantity ? Not that the work of this
school should stop short with the poor man's wife. Of a surety, the
need extends much higher •. witness the abomipable plain cookery,
waste, and wearisome monotony, if not slatternliness, of nine out of
every ten middle-class dinner-tables ; the impossibility of meeting with
a well-boiled potato ; the pressure of that " domestic institution,'' cold
mutton; the more ambitious misery of the second-class dinner
May the new school flourish, and its cooks (however numerous)
never spoil the broth !
PRESENTATIONS AT COURT.
The persons named in the following list write to Mr. Punch clamour-
ing about the non-insertion of their names by the Court Newsman in
his report of the last Levee. Mr. Punch really cannot be always sup-
plying the omissions of the Court Circular, but as it appears to him
that most of the persons about to be mentioned have as much claim to
get their names paraded before the public as a good many of those
who have been immortalised, he will for once make a sacrifice of
invaluable space.
Mr. Jones, on having had his corns cut, by Professor Bunyan.
Air. Robinson, on being divorced, by Sir 0. Cresswell.
Mr. Brown, on moving from Goodge Street, Tottenham Court Road,
to Essex Street, Strand, by Mr. Smith.
Mr. Wobbleton, on his little boy being breeched, by Mr. Taylor.
Mr. Phaggs, on getting a rise of £5 in his salary at the Bank, by
Mr. Abraham Newland.
Mrs. Lilliwigg, on having been churched, by the Hon. Mrs. Trotter.
Miss Amelia Lilliwigg, on having been jilted by Cornet Blackboy,
by her mother.
Mr. De Hopkins, on going'through the Insolvent Court, by Captain
Whitewash.
Mr. Pipples, on the death of his mother-in-law, by Major Bruin.
Mr. Gamm Boodge, on having his picture rejected at the Academy,
by Mr. Indigo Jones.
Mr. Scattercash, on his being plucked, by the Rev. Dr. Gammer.
Miss Louisa Wiggle, on having her ears pierced, by her mother.
Mrs. Naggs, on obtaining a separate maintenance, by her mother,
Mrs. Jorr.
Mr. Clyfaker, on receiving his ticket-of-leave, by Mr. Duffer.
Mr. Snipp, on conforming to the Hebrew faith, by the Rev. Rabbi
Adler.
Mr. Plounderbv, on being picked out of the Serpentine, by Lieut.
Prodd, R.H.S.
Miss Rose Walker, on being engaged, by her aunt, Mrs. Junction.
Mrs. B. Whicht, on her husband's going to South Australia, by
Mrs. Bolter.
Mrs. Stuckupper, on setting up a brougham, by the Hon- Mrs,
Slapp.
Mr. Hatchment, on the purchase of a family vault, by the Rev,
Grimm Shudderby.
Mr. Charles Splashboard, on outrunning the constable, by Mr.
Dunne.
Miss Mary Coddlington, on leaving school, by her mother.
Mr. Mopps, on having had his hair cut, by M. Isidore Dandriffe.
Mr. Mclndenture, on being articled to an attorney, by Mr.
Feoffment.
Mr. James Twitcher, on drawing his first patient's wrong tooth, by-
Mr. Karious.
Mrs. Krape, on being left a widow, by Mrs. Howler Grigg.
Mr. Twaddle, on being elected to the Dawdle Club, by Mr.
Maunders.
Mrs. Screwington, on letting ner house at Ball's Pond, by Mrs.
Crimply.
Mrs. Glarer, on having been photographed, by Mrs. Iodine Smells.
Mrs. Careless, on having had her pocket picked in an omnibus, by
party, with its costly yet hollow impostures of pastrycook's made- j Lady Flabby
dishes and attendant greengrocers. Mr.^umtum, on being couched for cataract, by Dr. Niagara
k^il5,e..^feed P^lic ben^Cfr!:lleS^^Le^l!ld„?jA0 ,hli ! Mx. Cox. on losing his seat for Finsbury, by Sir S. M. Peto.
Mr. Pouter-Pigeon, on being married, by his father, Mr. Fantail
Pigeon.
Mrs. Pouter-Pigeon, on being married, by her mother, Mrs. Carrier
Dove.
Mr. Stumbler, on breaking his leg, by Mr. Splint,
Mr. Decimalls, on publishing a new edition ol the Beady Reckoner,
by Mr. V. Phractions.
Mrs. Rhododendron, on having some coloured glass put into her
conservatory at Peckham Rye, by Mrs. Chinaster.
Mr. Pesterbody on receiving his Commission (on two premiums
paid to the Pnelig'ible Life Office) by Mr. Touter.
Mr. Glump, on having made his will, by Mr. Probate.
Mrs. Albert Bustlington on having had the carpets taken up, the
paint scrubbed, and the house thoroughly cleansed, by Mrs. Scrimmage.
our male philanthropists,—who are just now so eagerly setting up
fountains to supply the public with a glass ot cold water, and nothing
to it,—" Go ye, and do likewise." Set up a school of cookery by the
side of every fountain, and you will strengthen one great mainstay of
domestic comfort, while you contribute the pellucid but unexhilarating
tipple of the Temperance Society.
If " the Battle of the Constitution must be fought in the Registration
Courts," the battle of home comfort must very often be fought in the
kitchen. Too frequently the young wife succumbs in the unequal con-
test with the cook, if she be rich,—with the victuals, if she be poor. A
well-known proverb informs us of the channel through which we have
hitherto been furnished with cooks. Let us hail, in the establishment
of the Albany Street Cooking School, the opening of a pleasanter
source of supply of these great agents of domestic amelioration.
Mr. Punch may claim some share of the credit of this movement, as j" Mrs. Spayre'Rodde, on Master Pickle Rodde being expelled from
of most movements to anything good. He has long urged the import-1 school, by Mrs. Spoyle Chylde.
ance of founding such schools as this: and one of hia loudest " Groans i Mr, Peter Snout, on his nose bleeding, by Mr. Colde Key.