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ourselves is today: its sunshine, its air,
its friends, its wholesome work, and
prehaps its necessary sorrows."

Elizabeth G. Thomas, called upon first
to entertain us, said she had mislaid
her piece, but as she brought her cousin
Mrs. Gambrill we excused her. Sarah
T. Miller, eschewing entirely her favorite topics,
gave us an excellent extract from the
prose works of Ella Wheeler Wilcox, the
text of which was "Women who pass 30
should strive to keep their minds alive
and young" she also read "Bringing Sunshine" and closed her
offering with the following by Phillip
Barnes. "Do not dare to be so absorbed
in your own life, so wrapped up in listening
to the sound of your own hurrying
whirls, that all this vast patriotic music,
made up of the mingled joy and
sorrows of your fellow men shall not find
out your heart and claim it and make
you rejoice to give yourself to others."

Mary E. Moore read of a new astringent
worth $700 a pound. It is made from
small glands found near the kidneys
of cattle and is manufactured by
Armours in Chicago. It is so powerful
the smallest quantity stops instantly the
flow of blood, and is most valuable in
delicate operations about the legs. She
also read a pretty little poem "What March
Does". Hallie Lea gave us "A Hint to
Busy Women," and she is assuredly
one herself. "To manage your work
indoors as to have time and strength
for outdoor work also," and a little poem
"The Fault of the Age."

"The Fault of the Age is a mad endevour
To leap to heights that are meant to climb;
By a burst of strength or a thought most
clever, We plan to forestall & outwit time."