Mary’s Layer Cake.

New Zealand Graphic, Volume XXXI, Issue XVI, 17 October 1903, Page 63

Mary’s Layer Cake.

BY LILIAN DYNRVOR RICE.

Mary goes to cooking class. Learns to boil and bake; Said she’d make a home attempt On a layer Cake.

Donned an apron, kerchief, cuffs; Prim as any nun. Summoned all the household staff “Then” began the fun.

’Twas, “Billy Boy, come beat the eggs Stir the tire. Nan; Bessie, melt some chocolate, please; Use the granite pan;

“Mother, kindly get the milk Lemon extract, Joe. Hurry, hurry, everyone! Goodness, but you’re slow!

“Sift the flour. Aunt Mary Ann, Get the sugar, too; Cream it with butter —careful now! There, I’m almost through.

“Bridget, is the oven right? How much time you take! Now, I’ll go and change my dress While you watch it bake.”

When -’twas over. In the sink, On the table nigh, Platters, saucepans, cups and spoons Rose in mountains high;

Kitchen looked like all possessed Cook was in a pet; Flour all over, grease on floor, Everything upset;

Mother and the household staff Tired enough to ache. But it was a grand success; Mary’s (?) layer cake.