When you whisper words that should please me well, When you woo me, Sweetheart mine, Oh, paint no picture of wealth and power, Of silks and of jewels fine. And breathe no word of the jostling throng, For my heart would fain be free; I go where the woodland paths are long, And a Romany tent for me. Will you meet my wish, will you walk my way? Will you chart the flower-strewn lea? Will you curb your pride, will you keep the faith, The faith of my company? I will bear no yoke, I will wear no brand, But my heart shall be true to thee, So give me the world for a home, and love In a Romany tent for me. EDITORIALS THE BOSTON COOKING-SCHOOL MAGAZINE OF Culinary Science and Domestic Economics JANET MCKENZIE HILL, Editor PUBLISHED TEN TIMES A YEAR Publication Office: 372 BOYLSTON STREET, BOSTON, MASS. SUBSCRIPTION, $1.00 PER YEAR. SINGLE COPIES, 10C FOREIGN POSTAGE: TO CANADA, 20C PER YEAR TO OTHER FOREIGN COUNTRIES, 40C PER YEAR TO SUBSCRIBERS The date stamped on the wrapper is the date on which your subscription expires; it is, also, an acknowledgment that a subscription, or a renewal of the same, has been received. Please renew on receipt of the colored blank enclosed for this purpose. In sending notice to renew a subscription or change an address, please give the _old_ address as well as the _new_. In referring to an original entry, we must know the name as it was formerly given, together with the Post-office, County, State, Post-office Box, or Street Number. Entered at Boston Post-office as second-class matter * * * * * Summer The Springtime has gone with its verdure and song, The fragrance of bud and the fullness of flower, And now o'er the grainfields the harvesters throng To gather in triumph the glad Summer's dower. The orchards are bending with fruitage today And vineyards are purple with grapes juicy sweet; Our hearts are exultant, our voices are gay, As Summer flings down all her wealth at our feet. O Summer, bright Summer, the queen of the year, We praise thee, and love thee, and share of thy bliss; Thy mornings are happy, thy evenings are dear, Thy hours are all golden, not one would we miss. --_Ruth Raymond._ "WHERE THERE IS NO VISION, THE PEOPLE PERISH." Often life becomes dull and irksome because our living and working seem to be in vain. We are constantly asking ourselves, how we can make our lives worth living. Now, in accordance with the consensus of modern thought, it would seem that the better way to live is, while ever taking active interest in the current affairs of the day, to cherish some lofty aim or purpose, in other words, "to formulate and cultivate a vision."