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131 Homewood Con.

Nor can we give pain and get pleasure
For justice avenges each slight.
The air for the wing of the sparrow,
The bush for the robin and wren,
But always the path that is narrow and straight
For the children of men." Author Unknown

Estelle T. Moore read for Helen Lea, a description
of a town near Lake Geneva, which has
become a favorite winter resort, partly because
of the beauty of its acres of flowers, notably the
Narcissus, tons of the buds are sent away
during the season.

Mary E. Gilpin's selection was upon a
Mennonite settlement in Canada where these people
who fled to an inhospitable climate from inhospitable
Russia, many years since, live in most respects as did
their ancestors long ago, but are prosperous and apparently
contented. They manage to keep warm in the
coldest weather by means of a very primitive heater,
the same being a long box of clay in which manure
slowly burns and dispenses, not only heat, but a
foetid odor that literally "smells to Heaven."

Sarah T. Miller said she had not forgotten to come
to The Asso. this time but had merely left her piece at
home, so she fell back on "Heart Throbs" and gave us
a hearty laugh over the boy's composition, who when
asked to "write what was in him", gave a list of
the things he had eaten that day.

Virginia Steer gave an extract from Rowland
Hill entitled "The Best Way". He thought we could
accomplish far more by an effort to be good ourselves
than was possible by becoming a sort of a signboard
for others, pointing the way, but not traveling
it in person.

Martha Holland called attention to our debt
to nature. The millionaire may purchase fine scenery
but it is more truly possessed by whomsoever
loves and enjoys it.

Mary Hutton told us of a most amusing
incident that happened in a reading class at
Sherwood. The world "adage" was in the lesson
and the teacher inquired how many knew the
meaning of the word. One small boy put

131 Homewood Con.

Nor can we give pain and get pleasure
For justice avenges each slight.
The air for the wing of the sparrow,
The bush for the robin and wren,
But always the path that is narrow and straight
For the children of men." Author Unknown

[Esletle?] T. Moore read for Helen Lea, a description
of a town near Lake Geneva, which has
become a favorite winter resort, partly because
of the beauty of its acres of flowers, notably the
Narcissus, tons of the [buds?] are sent away
during the season.

Mary E. Gilpin's selection was upon a
Mennonite settlement in Canada where these people
who fled to an inhospitable climate from inhospitable
Russia, many years since, live in most respects as did
their ancestors long ago, but are prosperous and apparently
contented. They manage to keep warm in the
coldest weather by means of a very primitive heater,
the same being a long box of clay in which manure
slowly burns and dispenses, not only heat, but a
foetid odor that literally "smells to Heaven."

Sarah T. Miller said she had not forgotten to come
to The Asso. this time but had merely left her piece at
home, so she fell back on "Heart Throbs" and gave us
a hearty laugh over the boy's composition, who when
asked to "write what was in him", gave a list of
the things he had eaten that day.

Virginia [Steer?] gave an extract from Rowland
Hill entitled "The Best Way". He thought we could
accomplish far more by an effort to be good ourselves
than was possible by becoming a sort of a signboard
for others, pointing the way, but not traveling
it in person.

Martha Holland called attention to our debt
to nature. The millionaire may purchase fine scenery
but it is more truly possessed by whomsoever
loves and enjoys it.

Mary Holton told us of a most amusing
incident that happened in a reading class at
Sherwood. The world "adage" was in the lesson
and the teacher inquired how many knew the
meaning of the word. One small boy put