Billy in Bunbury

Price Baking Powder Factory1001 Independence BoulevardChicago

Price Baking Powder Factory

1001 Independence Boulevard

Chicago

Bunbury is a tasteful townBeside a syrup sea,Where sponge cake fish and waffle whalesDisport themselves in glee.Bunbury’s streets are good to eatOf that make no mistake,For Bunbury’s streets are made, you know,Of finest marble cake.

Bunbury is a tasteful townBeside a syrup sea,Where sponge cake fish and waffle whalesDisport themselves in glee.

Bunbury is a tasteful town

Beside a syrup sea,

Where sponge cake fish and waffle whales

Disport themselves in glee.

Bunbury’s streets are good to eatOf that make no mistake,For Bunbury’s streets are made, you know,Of finest marble cake.

Bunbury’s streets are good to eat

Of that make no mistake,

For Bunbury’s streets are made, you know,

Of finest marble cake.

(see illustration below)

Sift together flour, cocoa, sugar, salt, cinnamon and baking powder. Add raisins, then milk slowly to make a smooth batter. Add shortening and mix thoroughly. Put 1 tablespoon batter in each greased muffin tin and bake in moderate oven (400°) for about 20 minutes.

Makes 16 muffins.

Mix together dry ingredients. Add milk, beaten egg, molasses, if used, and shortening. Stir until smooth. Half fill each greased gem pan. Drop in center a stoned date, a teaspoon currant jelly, candied cherry or other fruit. Add teaspoon of batter and bake in moderate oven (375°) about 25 minutes.

Makes 12 muffins.

All measurements are level

Its fences are of pie crustAnd its houses built of buns,With frosted roofs and raisinsOn the most important ones.Bunbury has fine doughnut treesBeside a chocolate fountain,And just outside the town you’ll findA giant layer cake mountain.Its people are too cunningAnd too sweet for any use;There’s spry Pop Over, Johnny CakeAnd dainty Charlotte Russe.The moon’s a muffin, and the sunA hot cake warm and mellow.Its gentle rays make Bunbury folkA tempting brownish yellow!And when it snows, marshmallowCovers everything with icing—The houses, and the people, too,Look even more enticing.Bunbury’s folk oft gather roundYe Coffee Ring, and tellThe news about young Johnny Cake—Who’s courting Patty Shell!

Its fences are of pie crustAnd its houses built of buns,With frosted roofs and raisinsOn the most important ones.

Its fences are of pie crust

And its houses built of buns,

With frosted roofs and raisins

On the most important ones.

Bunbury has fine doughnut treesBeside a chocolate fountain,And just outside the town you’ll findA giant layer cake mountain.

Bunbury has fine doughnut trees

Beside a chocolate fountain,

And just outside the town you’ll find

A giant layer cake mountain.

Its people are too cunningAnd too sweet for any use;There’s spry Pop Over, Johnny CakeAnd dainty Charlotte Russe.

Its people are too cunning

And too sweet for any use;

There’s spry Pop Over, Johnny Cake

And dainty Charlotte Russe.

The moon’s a muffin, and the sunA hot cake warm and mellow.Its gentle rays make Bunbury folkA tempting brownish yellow!

The moon’s a muffin, and the sun

A hot cake warm and mellow.

Its gentle rays make Bunbury folk

A tempting brownish yellow!

And when it snows, marshmallowCovers everything with icing—The houses, and the people, too,Look even more enticing.

And when it snows, marshmallow

Covers everything with icing—

The houses, and the people, too,

Look even more enticing.

Bunbury’s folk oft gather roundYe Coffee Ring, and tellThe news about young Johnny Cake—Who’s courting Patty Shell!

Bunbury’s folk oft gather round

Ye Coffee Ring, and tell

The news about young Johnny Cake—

Who’s courting Patty Shell!

Bunbury’s vaults are filled with gemsFor Hun Bun, the bun boy king.He has gems to burn (but doesn’t)Burnt gems are not the thing.The reason why this little townSo gay and sweet and nice isBecause each cake and cooky thereWas raised on Dr. Price’s!

Bunbury’s vaults are filled with gemsFor Hun Bun, the bun boy king.He has gems to burn (but doesn’t)Burnt gems are not the thing.

Bunbury’s vaults are filled with gems

For Hun Bun, the bun boy king.

He has gems to burn (but doesn’t)

Burnt gems are not the thing.

The reason why this little townSo gay and sweet and nice isBecause each cake and cooky thereWas raised on Dr. Price’s!

The reason why this little town

So gay and sweet and nice is

Because each cake and cooky there

Was raised on Dr. Price’s!

Now one day as the cooky clockIn taffy tower tolled,Flap Jack, the King’s own messengerInto the castle rolled.“Your Bunship!” puffed the little Jack,“I bring surprising news!There is a little lad near hereToo skinny for his shoes.“He will not eat his breakfastAnd he will not eat his lunch.He’s lost his taste for baseballAnd completely lost his punch!”

Now one day as the cooky clockIn taffy tower tolled,Flap Jack, the King’s own messengerInto the castle rolled.

Now one day as the cooky clock

In taffy tower tolled,

Flap Jack, the King’s own messenger

Into the castle rolled.

“Your Bunship!” puffed the little Jack,“I bring surprising news!There is a little lad near hereToo skinny for his shoes.

“Your Bunship!” puffed the little Jack,

“I bring surprising news!

There is a little lad near here

Too skinny for his shoes.

“He will not eat his breakfastAnd he will not eat his lunch.He’s lost his taste for baseballAnd completely lost his punch!”

“He will not eat his breakfast

And he will not eat his lunch.

He’s lost his taste for baseball

And completely lost his punch!”

(see illustration below)

Sift dry ingredients together; add beaten eggs, milk and melted shortening; mix well. Bake on hot, slightly greased griddle until bubbles appear; turn over quickly and brown other side. Serve immediately on hot plate with plenty of butter and syrup or butter and cinnamon mixed with sugar.

Makes 24 flap jacks.

Mix rice, milk, shortening, salt and well-beaten egg; stir in flour and baking powder which have been sifted together; mix well, adding more milk if necessary to make a soft batter. Bake on hot, slightly greased griddle until bubbles appear; turn over quickly and brown other side. Serve immediately on hot plate with plenty of butter and syrup or butter and cinnamon mixed with sugar.

Makes 24 flap jacks.

All measurements are level

“What?” spluttered Hun Bun, pushing backHis sparkling candy crown;“Ho! fetch my dog! Ho! fetch my cane!I’ll catch a train to town!”And when his cane and dog were fetchedHe hopped aboard the train,And in a way I scarce can guessAnd even less explainArrived at little Billy’s house.He found the boy at tea.“Hello!” cried Hun Bun, “Howdy-do!”And likewise, “Howdy-de!”Then Hun Bun’s dog began to bark,You’ve heard of him, perhaps?He’s full of ginger and of spiceHis name is Ginger Snaps.“Why, who are you?” gasped BillyNearly falling in his plate.“I’m Hun Bun!” smiled the little chap,“The Cooky Potentate.”“Go on and eat your supper, boy,’Twill make you strong and fat,And fit to hit a punching bagOr swing a baseball bat!”“Not hungry” sighed the little ladAnd scowled upon his meat,And frowned into his glass of milk,“There’s nothing fit to eat.”

“What?” spluttered Hun Bun, pushing backHis sparkling candy crown;“Ho! fetch my dog! Ho! fetch my cane!I’ll catch a train to town!”

“What?” spluttered Hun Bun, pushing back

His sparkling candy crown;

“Ho! fetch my dog! Ho! fetch my cane!

I’ll catch a train to town!”

And when his cane and dog were fetchedHe hopped aboard the train,And in a way I scarce can guessAnd even less explain

And when his cane and dog were fetched

He hopped aboard the train,

And in a way I scarce can guess

And even less explain

Arrived at little Billy’s house.He found the boy at tea.“Hello!” cried Hun Bun, “Howdy-do!”And likewise, “Howdy-de!”

Arrived at little Billy’s house.

He found the boy at tea.

“Hello!” cried Hun Bun, “Howdy-do!”

And likewise, “Howdy-de!”

Then Hun Bun’s dog began to bark,You’ve heard of him, perhaps?He’s full of ginger and of spiceHis name is Ginger Snaps.

Then Hun Bun’s dog began to bark,

You’ve heard of him, perhaps?

He’s full of ginger and of spice

His name is Ginger Snaps.

“Why, who are you?” gasped BillyNearly falling in his plate.“I’m Hun Bun!” smiled the little chap,“The Cooky Potentate.”

“Why, who are you?” gasped Billy

Nearly falling in his plate.

“I’m Hun Bun!” smiled the little chap,

“The Cooky Potentate.”

“Go on and eat your supper, boy,’Twill make you strong and fat,And fit to hit a punching bagOr swing a baseball bat!”

“Go on and eat your supper, boy,

’Twill make you strong and fat,

And fit to hit a punching bag

Or swing a baseball bat!”

“Not hungry” sighed the little ladAnd scowled upon his meat,And frowned into his glass of milk,“There’s nothing fit to eat.”

“Not hungry” sighed the little lad

And scowled upon his meat,

And frowned into his glass of milk,

“There’s nothing fit to eat.”

These doughnuts are very wholesome and excellent for children. They do not contain any shortening and should be fried very carefully in fat at just the right temperature so that no grease will be absorbed. They can be served plain or sprinkled with powdered sugar after they have thoroughly drained and cooled.

Save ⅓ cup of measured flour for board. Beat eggs until light; add milk, then add this liquid to the dry ingredients which have been sifted well together. Roll out ¼ inch thick on slightly floured board and fry in deep fat (365°-375°). Drain well on unglazed paper. Sprinkle with powdered sugar.

Makes 30 doughnuts.

All measurements are level

“Dear me” mused Hun Bun, while the pupLicked Billy on the ear,“A boy as thin as you could notBe President I fear.”And hopping on the tableHe began to walk around,He peered into each plate and dish,Then even Hun Bun frowned.And leaning on his pep’mint caneAnd looking really hurt,The bun boy King called dolefully,“Why, where is the dessert?”In rage he shook his candy cane,As will such angry kings;And roared, “It’s plain to see your fareLacks most essential things.“No cakes, no cookies and no buns,No biscuits—not a tart!None of the things real fellows like,Why Bill, it breaks my heart!“It seems your mother does not knowWhat youngsters like to eat,It surely is high time, I think,That she and I should meet!”

“Dear me” mused Hun Bun, while the pupLicked Billy on the ear,“A boy as thin as you could notBe President I fear.”

“Dear me” mused Hun Bun, while the pup

Licked Billy on the ear,

“A boy as thin as you could not

Be President I fear.”

And hopping on the tableHe began to walk around,He peered into each plate and dish,Then even Hun Bun frowned.

And hopping on the table

He began to walk around,

He peered into each plate and dish,

Then even Hun Bun frowned.

And leaning on his pep’mint caneAnd looking really hurt,The bun boy King called dolefully,“Why, where is the dessert?”

And leaning on his pep’mint cane

And looking really hurt,

The bun boy King called dolefully,

“Why, where is the dessert?”

In rage he shook his candy cane,As will such angry kings;And roared, “It’s plain to see your fareLacks most essential things.

In rage he shook his candy cane,

As will such angry kings;

And roared, “It’s plain to see your fare

Lacks most essential things.

“No cakes, no cookies and no buns,No biscuits—not a tart!None of the things real fellows like,Why Bill, it breaks my heart!

“No cakes, no cookies and no buns,

No biscuits—not a tart!

None of the things real fellows like,

Why Bill, it breaks my heart!

“It seems your mother does not knowWhat youngsters like to eat,It surely is high time, I think,That she and I should meet!”

“It seems your mother does not know

What youngsters like to eat,

It surely is high time, I think,

That she and I should meet!”

Cream shortening and sugar together; add milk to beaten eggs and beat again; add slowly to creamed shortening and sugar; add flavoring; add 2 cups of measured flour sifted with salt, baking powder and nutmeg; add enough more flour to roll easily. Roll out thin on floured board; cut with any fancy-shaped cooky cutter; sprinkle with granulated sugar or put a raisin or nut in the center of each. Bake about 10 minutes in moderate oven (380°).

For Chocolate Cookies put aside portion of the dough before adding all the flour and add 2 tablespoons cocoa to each cup of cooky dough.

Makes 4 dozen cookies.

All measurements are level

Soon, hearing all the rumpusBilly’s mother came to seeTo whom her son was talkingAnd what all the noise could be.When Hun Bun spied her, he remarkedIn accents sharp and biting,“No wonder that your boy won’t eat,His food’s so uninviting.“Your son wants cookies, buns and cake,And other things that mothers make.”Bill’s mother, looking apprehensive,Remarked, “But cakes are so expensive.”“Not so!” quoth Hun Bun drawing forthA brightly colored book,“Use Dr. Price’s Baking Powder,Hereafter when you cook!”Then Hun Bun gaily doffed his crownAnd with a bow quite comical,He told her, “You will find it goodAnd very economical.“But now we must depart and soWe’ll bid you a good-night,For Bill and I are going to tryTo find his appetite.”

Soon, hearing all the rumpusBilly’s mother came to seeTo whom her son was talkingAnd what all the noise could be.

Soon, hearing all the rumpus

Billy’s mother came to see

To whom her son was talking

And what all the noise could be.

When Hun Bun spied her, he remarkedIn accents sharp and biting,“No wonder that your boy won’t eat,His food’s so uninviting.

When Hun Bun spied her, he remarked

In accents sharp and biting,

“No wonder that your boy won’t eat,

His food’s so uninviting.

“Your son wants cookies, buns and cake,And other things that mothers make.”Bill’s mother, looking apprehensive,Remarked, “But cakes are so expensive.”

“Your son wants cookies, buns and cake,

And other things that mothers make.”

Bill’s mother, looking apprehensive,

Remarked, “But cakes are so expensive.”

“Not so!” quoth Hun Bun drawing forthA brightly colored book,“Use Dr. Price’s Baking Powder,Hereafter when you cook!”

“Not so!” quoth Hun Bun drawing forth

A brightly colored book,

“Use Dr. Price’s Baking Powder,

Hereafter when you cook!”

Then Hun Bun gaily doffed his crownAnd with a bow quite comical,He told her, “You will find it goodAnd very economical.

Then Hun Bun gaily doffed his crown

And with a bow quite comical,

He told her, “You will find it good

And very economical.

“But now we must depart and soWe’ll bid you a good-night,For Bill and I are going to tryTo find his appetite.”

“But now we must depart and so

We’ll bid you a good-night,

For Bill and I are going to try

To find his appetite.”

(see illustration below)

Sift dry ingredients; add shortening, mixing it in with a fork (if liquid shortening is used, add with milk). Add milk to make a fairly soft dough. Knead slightly and roll out ¼ inch thick. Spread well with creamed butter and brown sugar. Roll up as for jelly roll; cut in 1-inch pieces. Stand these on end in well-buttered gem pans or in small greased muffin rings and bake in a hot oven (425°) about 15 minutes. Makes 12 rolls or 22 if baked in small rings.

Sift dry ingredients together. Add melted shortening to beaten egg. Add milk and lemon juice, and mix well with the dry ingredients to make soft dough. Add peanuts; mix well and drop with teaspoon on greased pan. Bake in moderate oven (400°) about 20 minutes. This recipe makes about four dozen small cookies and requires 1 quart of peanuts.

All measurements are level

And while the puzzled ladyGrasped the cook book in surprise,The Pup and Bill and Hun BunDisappeared before her eyes.Next instant they were on a trainAnd hieing in a hurryAcross a golden cornbread plainTo little Hun’s Bunbury.The engine on its lic’rice railsCream puffed along so fastThe pep’mint poles and chocolate cowsWent simply whizzing past!And when they reached the stationAll the tasty cakes and tartsWere out to welcome Billy,Bless their little sugar hearts.The Royal Bun Band headedBy a pound cake drummer man,Came tooting down the central streetAnd after it there ranA flock of Scotch and Dutch cakes,Twenty cookies and a roll,While all the orange icing bellsBegan to peal and toll.

And while the puzzled ladyGrasped the cook book in surprise,The Pup and Bill and Hun BunDisappeared before her eyes.

And while the puzzled lady

Grasped the cook book in surprise,

The Pup and Bill and Hun Bun

Disappeared before her eyes.

Next instant they were on a trainAnd hieing in a hurryAcross a golden cornbread plainTo little Hun’s Bunbury.

Next instant they were on a train

And hieing in a hurry

Across a golden cornbread plain

To little Hun’s Bunbury.

The engine on its lic’rice railsCream puffed along so fastThe pep’mint poles and chocolate cowsWent simply whizzing past!

The engine on its lic’rice rails

Cream puffed along so fast

The pep’mint poles and chocolate cows

Went simply whizzing past!

And when they reached the stationAll the tasty cakes and tartsWere out to welcome Billy,Bless their little sugar hearts.

And when they reached the station

All the tasty cakes and tarts

Were out to welcome Billy,

Bless their little sugar hearts.

The Royal Bun Band headedBy a pound cake drummer man,Came tooting down the central streetAnd after it there ran

The Royal Bun Band headed

By a pound cake drummer man,

Came tooting down the central street

And after it there ran

A flock of Scotch and Dutch cakes,Twenty cookies and a roll,While all the orange icing bellsBegan to peal and toll.

A flock of Scotch and Dutch cakes,

Twenty cookies and a roll,

While all the orange icing bells

Began to peal and toll.

Soon our Billy was no biggerThan a Cooky Man himself;For Hun’s magician, Devils Food,Had changed him to an elf.“We’re going to the circus first,”Said Hun Bun in his ear,“Where you can see the animalsAnd all the freaks, so queer.”The little cracker animalsCavorted ’round the tent,Till the air was full of cracker dustAnd cheers and merriment.

Soon our Billy was no biggerThan a Cooky Man himself;For Hun’s magician, Devils Food,Had changed him to an elf.

Soon our Billy was no bigger

Than a Cooky Man himself;

For Hun’s magician, Devils Food,

Had changed him to an elf.

“We’re going to the circus first,”Said Hun Bun in his ear,“Where you can see the animalsAnd all the freaks, so queer.”

“We’re going to the circus first,”

Said Hun Bun in his ear,

“Where you can see the animals

And all the freaks, so queer.”

The little cracker animalsCavorted ’round the tent,Till the air was full of cracker dustAnd cheers and merriment.

The little cracker animals

Cavorted ’round the tent,

Till the air was full of cracker dust

And cheers and merriment.

How Billy laughed, while Ginger barkedAnd Hun Bun clapped with glee;“Come on now,” cried the mighty king“There’s other folk to see.“Here’s Captain Jelly Roll who drillsOur biscuit P’licemen brave,But we don’t really need themFor good cakes like us behave.”The more of Bunbury’s sights he saw,The hungrier he grew,And yet, to eat up Hun Bun’s friendsWould never, never do.

How Billy laughed, while Ginger barkedAnd Hun Bun clapped with glee;“Come on now,” cried the mighty king“There’s other folk to see.

How Billy laughed, while Ginger barked

And Hun Bun clapped with glee;

“Come on now,” cried the mighty king

“There’s other folk to see.

“Here’s Captain Jelly Roll who drillsOur biscuit P’licemen brave,But we don’t really need themFor good cakes like us behave.”

“Here’s Captain Jelly Roll who drills

Our biscuit P’licemen brave,

But we don’t really need them

For good cakes like us behave.”

The more of Bunbury’s sights he saw,The hungrier he grew,And yet, to eat up Hun Bun’s friendsWould never, never do.

The more of Bunbury’s sights he saw,

The hungrier he grew,

And yet, to eat up Hun Bun’s friends

Would never, never do.

Sift together flour, baking powder, salt and sugar; add well-beaten egg and melted shortening to milk and add to dry ingredients to make soft dough. Roll out on floured board, ⅛ inch thick. Cut out with medium-size biscuit cutter which has been dipped in flour. Then taking a smaller cutter, cut ½ of these rounds again. Brush the large rounds lightly with melted butter. Then take the outer rings and lay on top of the large buttered rounds. Put on greased baking tin. Put a teaspoon of jam in each tart and bake in hot oven (475°) for about 10 minutes. The small centers can be brushed with butter and baked in the same manner and served as little tea biscuits.

Makes 10 tarts with 10 tiny biscuits.

All measurements are level

While no one looked he slyly tookA piece of pie crust fence,And next he ate a pretzel gate—It tasted just immense!They stopped to watch a cake walkIn the little frosted squareWhere all the best and richest cakesWere stepping it for fair.The Scotch scones danced the Highland fling,The Dutch cakes danced the clog,And Hun Bun led the bun balletAssisted by his dog.Young Billy felt so gay himselfHe danced with Sally Lunn,He never knew a cake walkWas such a lot of fun.But with every passing minuteBill grew hungrier untilBunbury’s king was worried!“I’m afraid that little BillWill bring this cake walk to an endAnd start a canni-ball,He’ll eat my favorite subjects upWhich wouldn’t do at all.”

While no one looked he slyly tookA piece of pie crust fence,And next he ate a pretzel gate—It tasted just immense!

While no one looked he slyly took

A piece of pie crust fence,

And next he ate a pretzel gate—

It tasted just immense!

They stopped to watch a cake walkIn the little frosted squareWhere all the best and richest cakesWere stepping it for fair.

They stopped to watch a cake walk

In the little frosted square

Where all the best and richest cakes

Were stepping it for fair.

The Scotch scones danced the Highland fling,The Dutch cakes danced the clog,And Hun Bun led the bun balletAssisted by his dog.

The Scotch scones danced the Highland fling,

The Dutch cakes danced the clog,

And Hun Bun led the bun ballet

Assisted by his dog.

Young Billy felt so gay himselfHe danced with Sally Lunn,He never knew a cake walkWas such a lot of fun.

Young Billy felt so gay himself

He danced with Sally Lunn,

He never knew a cake walk

Was such a lot of fun.

But with every passing minuteBill grew hungrier untilBunbury’s king was worried!“I’m afraid that little Bill

But with every passing minute

Bill grew hungrier until

Bunbury’s king was worried!

“I’m afraid that little Bill

Will bring this cake walk to an endAnd start a canni-ball,He’ll eat my favorite subjects upWhich wouldn’t do at all.”

Will bring this cake walk to an end

And start a canni-ball,

He’ll eat my favorite subjects up

Which wouldn’t do at all.”

Cream butter, add sugar slowly; add beaten eggs. Sift flour, salt and baking powder together; add a little at a time alternately with the milk to the first mixture; beat thoroughly; add flavoring and bake in greased small gem pans in a hot oven (425°) about 20 minutes. Cover with plain white frosting.

Makes 18 cakes.

For chocolate cakes, add ½ cup cocoa, mixed with ½ cup cold water to the above recipe.

Makes 24 cakes.

Cover with the following meringue:

Put egg white and jelly together into bowl and beat with egg beater or wire whip until stiff. Spread on tops of cakes.

All measurements are level

He murmured to a tea bun,“Though I certainly rejoiceTo see he’s found his appetite,Just order my Rolls Royce.”Soon up it rolled, a chocolate dropWas at the cooky wheel.“Jump in,” cried Hun Bun, “It is timeFor us to leave, I feel.“Now you may eat the extra tire,”(It was a doughnut brown)“Oh, thank you, Hun,” cried Billy,As they sped from Bunbury town.They reached home very quicklyBy the magic route they took,And there they found Bill’s motherAbsorbed in Hun Bun’s book.“Here’s Billy,” shouted Hun Bun,“With an appetite so heartyHe gobbled up a fence and gateAnd nearly ate the party!”“The things I saw all looked so goodI longed to eat my fill,Oh, mother, how I wish that youCould make me some,” cried Bill.“I never could,” she started,But this speech was not allowed her,For Hun Bun cried, “You can if youUse Price’s Baking Powder!”

He murmured to a tea bun,“Though I certainly rejoiceTo see he’s found his appetite,Just order my Rolls Royce.”

He murmured to a tea bun,

“Though I certainly rejoice

To see he’s found his appetite,

Just order my Rolls Royce.”

Soon up it rolled, a chocolate dropWas at the cooky wheel.“Jump in,” cried Hun Bun, “It is timeFor us to leave, I feel.

Soon up it rolled, a chocolate drop

Was at the cooky wheel.

“Jump in,” cried Hun Bun, “It is time

For us to leave, I feel.

“Now you may eat the extra tire,”(It was a doughnut brown)“Oh, thank you, Hun,” cried Billy,As they sped from Bunbury town.

“Now you may eat the extra tire,”

(It was a doughnut brown)

“Oh, thank you, Hun,” cried Billy,

As they sped from Bunbury town.

They reached home very quicklyBy the magic route they took,And there they found Bill’s motherAbsorbed in Hun Bun’s book.

They reached home very quickly

By the magic route they took,

And there they found Bill’s mother

Absorbed in Hun Bun’s book.

“Here’s Billy,” shouted Hun Bun,“With an appetite so heartyHe gobbled up a fence and gateAnd nearly ate the party!”

“Here’s Billy,” shouted Hun Bun,

“With an appetite so hearty

He gobbled up a fence and gate

And nearly ate the party!”

“The things I saw all looked so goodI longed to eat my fill,Oh, mother, how I wish that youCould make me some,” cried Bill.

“The things I saw all looked so good

I longed to eat my fill,

Oh, mother, how I wish that you

Could make me some,” cried Bill.

“I never could,” she started,But this speech was not allowed her,For Hun Bun cried, “You can if youUse Price’s Baking Powder!”

“I never could,” she started,

But this speech was not allowed her,

For Hun Bun cried, “You can if you

Use Price’s Baking Powder!”

Cream butter thoroughly; beat in sugar, a little at a time. Add flavoring and yolks of eggs beaten until pale yellow. Add milk, beating in a little at a time. Beat egg whites until light. Sift flour with baking powder three times. Add alternately small portions of egg whites and flour and stir mixture until light and fluffy. Bake in greased loaf pan in moderate oven (350°) about one hour. Cover with following ornamental frosting:

Boil sugar and water, without stirring until syrup spins a thread (238°); add slowly to beaten egg whites; add salt and flavoring; beat until smooth and stiff enough to spread. Put over boiling water, stirring continually until icing grates slightly on bowl. Spread on top and sides of cake.

All measurements are level

So saying, Hun gave her a canOf bright and sunny yellow.“With this you easily can makeGood things for this young fellow.“And Madam, ’stead of coaxingBoys and girls to eat, ’tis wiserTo add a cake or cookyAs a little appetizer!”From the day that he met Hun BunLittle Bill began to gain.His appetite’s tremendousAnd the reason’s very plain.His mother makes him good thingsOf which he eats his fill,For everything she puts in themIs good for little Bill.Dr. Price’s Baking PowderAnd King Hun Bun’s wondrous bookHave made of Billy’s motherAn exceedingly good cook.He eats his lunch and breakfastEach meal he finds a treat.The other fellows watch their stepWhen Bill comes down the street.Cakes like he met in BunburyHis mother makes him nowAnd if YOU want some too, this bookWill tell YOUR MOTHER how!

So saying, Hun gave her a canOf bright and sunny yellow.“With this you easily can makeGood things for this young fellow.

So saying, Hun gave her a can

Of bright and sunny yellow.

“With this you easily can make

Good things for this young fellow.

“And Madam, ’stead of coaxingBoys and girls to eat, ’tis wiserTo add a cake or cookyAs a little appetizer!”

“And Madam, ’stead of coaxing

Boys and girls to eat, ’tis wiser

To add a cake or cooky

As a little appetizer!”

From the day that he met Hun BunLittle Bill began to gain.His appetite’s tremendousAnd the reason’s very plain.

From the day that he met Hun Bun

Little Bill began to gain.

His appetite’s tremendous

And the reason’s very plain.

His mother makes him good thingsOf which he eats his fill,For everything she puts in themIs good for little Bill.

His mother makes him good things

Of which he eats his fill,

For everything she puts in them

Is good for little Bill.

Dr. Price’s Baking PowderAnd King Hun Bun’s wondrous bookHave made of Billy’s motherAn exceedingly good cook.

Dr. Price’s Baking Powder

And King Hun Bun’s wondrous book

Have made of Billy’s mother

An exceedingly good cook.

He eats his lunch and breakfastEach meal he finds a treat.The other fellows watch their stepWhen Bill comes down the street.

He eats his lunch and breakfast

Each meal he finds a treat.

The other fellows watch their step

When Bill comes down the street.

Cakes like he met in BunburyHis mother makes him nowAnd if YOU want some too, this bookWill tell YOUR MOTHER how!

Cakes like he met in Bunbury

His mother makes him now

And if YOU want some too, this book

Will tell YOUR MOTHER how!

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