Almost every hamlet has now a "store" where compressed yeast can be bought - nominally fresh - daily. One of many threadbare jests at the commuter's expense is that of the man who arose suddenly in a crowded suburban train and called out, as to an acquaintance at the far end of the car: "O, I say, did you get that yeast-cake for your wife?" Forty out of fifty startled commuters instinctively put their hands to their pockets.

"Back in the country" homemade yeast is still a family "must have." Dried yeast-cakes cannot be depended upon and yeast powders are a delusive snare of worse than uncertain age. The honest, genuine article is easily made, and the peace of mind it insures is worth ten times the time and trouble expended upon it.