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(Grove Hill, con.).

Albina O. Stabler asked a hard question,
“What has become of the old-fashioned tom boy who
was once the scandal of the whole country for her
tree-climbing proclivities?” No one seemed to give
a satisfactory solution. (The private opinion of the
Sec’y is that she now wears what a little colored girl
termed “low-naked dresses,” with slit skirts, and she
aspires to become expert in all the new immodest
dances that make thoughtful, older people turn away
with sickening dread.)

Beatrix Rumford told of their moving, at
her home in Wilmington, a large maple tree, 30 ft
by thoroughly soaking the ground around it, the
result was most satisfactory.

Eliz C. Davis, by request, told several funny
stories showing that our colored friends are
wrestling with the Eng. language as in days of yore.

Her washerwoman complained that the cook,
her cousin, “ignored” her. Eliz turned herself into
a Court of Inquiry and the cook declared, she
never “ignored nobody”, especially her cousin for
she never spoke to her, looked at her, ate with
her, no, said one word to her! The same original
specimen admired the “high geraniums of Mrs. Davis”
exceedingly.

Alice Tyson brought us a short history of
“How Old Glory was Written”, commencing with a
brief biography of Frances Scott Key, the poet of
a single poem. He was a native of Fred’k Co. Md.
an aristocrat, “born in the purple”, on a beautiful
farm of 3000 acres. From early childhood he was
thrown with cultivated people and intentionally
acquainted with many celebrated ones.

Margaret G. T. Moore’s offering was the fine
epic, upon “Peace and Growth” by Edwin Markham,

“At the heart of the cyclone tearing the sky
And flinging the clouds and the towns by,
Is a place of central calm.
So here in the roar of mortal things
I have a spot, where my spirit sings,
In the hollow of God’s palm.”

Mary T. Bond’s article was a plea for the more
generous dissemination of knowledge. People crave
enlightenment and the of universal education