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And laugh our faith to scorn?

Christianity never will fail us
Though Kingdoms may rise and fall:
In an evil hour, a few men in power
Have failed to be Christians, that’s all!” by Hallie J. Bentley

Eliz. T. Stabler brought some Cal papers describing
the recent “Rose Fete” in Pasadena; this year an enormous
“Dove of Peace”, 25 ft. long with pinions extended, was
upon a float in the parade. Made of exquisite white
flowers and green vines, the auto beneath was entirely
hidden, and it was the most remarkable feature of the
beautiful scene. Fanny B. Snowden gave extracts from
the report of a Mr. Dunlop, head of the educational
Dept. in Egypt which proves that the land of the
Sphynx will soon be able to answer questions herself,
perhaps even find out the origin and meaning of the
stone mystery. Louisa T. Brooke read
“If”, by Rudyard Kipling, which we regret not securing
for a verse or two at least.

Florence M. Wetherald contributed, from a source
unknown to your scribe, a hopeful paragraph, “No
calamity ever afflicted you unless you had opened
the door to it yourself. Whatever your past has been
begin now to stand for your best self!”

Mary E. Gilpin read of the venerable, but still
lovely, ex-Empress Eugenie of France long a resident of
Eng. She has given the use of her fine home Chiselhurst,
for a hospital, and it is full of wounded officers
now. Eliz. Willson’s clipping, from
Dr. O. W. Holmes’ poems, was in his bright and attractive
style. My sister, who saw him in Boston years ago
said he was one of “the pleasantest looking men” imaginable.

Hallie J. Bentley asked that her sister be placed
on our list as “Homewood”, and this the two mtgs.
there, would not come in succession.

Helen Shoemaker’s protest against the prevalence, in
society, of the stale and unprofitable topic of cases of illness,
was much appreciated. As someone else has
said, - “We so often have to hear all about the headaches
of a neighbor when we are longing to tell her of our chronic dyspepsia.”

Emilie T. Massey had a pretty sentence, “Trouble is a
sieve through which we sift our neighbors. Those who