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JCA-Parris1 at Feb 23, 2023 01:57 AM

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(The Rochambeau, con). 77

#7. Because men are men and women are women.
We must not fly in the face of nature.
#8. Because pockets have been used by men to carry
tobacco, pipes, whiskey flasks, chewing gum, and
compromising letters, we see no reason to suppose that
women would use them more wisely.” Alice Duer Miller

Harriet I. Lea’s article told of the first great hardships
and great success of a plant hunter, who had
travelled hundreds of miles in Manchuria, and had
brought to America specimens of 2000 plants, 1400 of
which can be grown here. He managed to get seeds,
roots and bulbs safely to the coast by hiring coolies
to carry the pkges upon their backs a long distance.

Albina O. Stabler asked where hair mattresses
could be made over and was advised to apply to
a man named Thompson who lives at Norbeck.
Bedell on B. St. Wash., we were told, could make
mattresses of feathers, and a Mr. Carmack on
Mass. Ave. will buy feather beds.

[Thamusin?] Stone wanted to know what
to do with very old silk rags. It was thought
they could be used for curtains and rugs
by cutting them in rather wide strips and
having them woven as carpet rags are.

Pauline W. Holmes read extracts from an
interesting letter, written by Miss Flora Street
of Balto., who has been for several years, a missionary
in Burmah. Her experiences in trying
to save innocent victims from the dreadful
slums of Rangoon were pitiful recitals indeed.

Mary G. Colt expressed her pleasure in attending
the Association once more, and read
a pretty selection typical of her own hopeful
nature, - “I have life, and that is much;
Hope, and love; the gentle touch
Of the simple things of life
For enduring of the strife.
I have care, and that is part
Of the soundness of the heart,
Teaching us how thankful we
Even for our trials should be.

A day of sun, a day of mist,
A day again with beauty kist;
A life of toil of smiles and gloom,
A life again of birds and bloom

Page 79

(The Rochambeau, con). 77

#7. Because men are men and women are women.
We must not fly in the face of nature.
#8. Because pockets have been used by men to carry
tobacco, pipes, whiskey flasks, chewing gum, and compromising
letters, we see no reason to suppose that
women would use them more wisely.” Alice Duer Miller

Harriet I. Lea’s article told of the first great hardships
and great success of a plant hunter, who had
travelled hundreds of miles in Manchuria, and had
brought to America specimens of 2000 plants, 1400 of
which can be grown here. He managed to get seeds,
roots and bulbs safely to the coast by hiring coolies
to carry the pkges. upon their backs a long distance.

Albina O. Stabler asked where hair mattresses
could be made over and was advised to apply to
a man named Thompson who lives at Norbeck.
Bedell on B. St. Wash., we were told, could make
mattresses of feathers, and a Mr. Carmack on
Mass. Ave. will buy feather beds.

[Thamusin?] Stone wanted to know what
to do with very old silk rags. It was thought
they could be used for curtains and rugs
by cutting them in rather wide strips and
having them woven as carpet rags are.

Pauline W. Holmes read extracts from an
interesting letter, written by Miss Flora Street
of Balto., who has been for several years, a missionary
in Burmah. Her experiences in trying
to save innocent victims from the dreadful
slums of Rangoon were pitiful recitals indeed.

Mary G. Colt expressed her pleasure in attending
the Association once more, and read
a pretty selection typical of her own hopeful
nature, - “I have life, and that is much;
Hope, and love; the gentle touch
Of the simple things of life
For enduring of the strife.
I have care, and that is part
Of the soundness of the heart,
Teaching us how thankful we
Even for our trials should be.

A day of sun, a day of mist,
A day again with beauty kist;
A life of toil of smiles and gloom,
A life again of birds and bloom