The American housewife, harangued into a state of edgy suspicion, would do well to skim by the opening exhortation as to the joys of housewifery, into the real spread of McCinley delights - a witty explication as to the day-to-day magnitudes and minutiae of housekeeping. A joy to ruminate is the author's noble blast at the modern kitchen plant and the anticooks responsible; the elevation of the distinguished garlic press, the electric coffee percolator (""intelligent as a dolphin""), the dishwasher; the author's stove revelations. Houses are for people, and here is loving advice on letting a house choose you; setting up comfortable guest facilities for comfortable guests; planning successful dinners with hostessly agony part of the plan. A family is the moving force in a house, and happy spouse -and parent-hood are touched on - from hints on wifely discretion to a solid and valid grumbling about the over-programmed modern youth, and a sharp poke at vapid literature for children. For the legion housewife lacking Miss McCinley's accomplishments - wise, hilarious at points, perhaps somewhat of a solace.