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Mrs. Davis read from the New York Times Magazine "Half a Century of Flowers".
It presented recollections of fifty years in a big business that touches closely
both life and death, it spoke of the immense amount of money spent, and the influence
flowers have on people.

Elise Hutton told how and when Thomas Grey wrote "An Elegy in a Country Churchyard.
It took him twenty years, he sat in the churchyard writing in clear or stormy
weather, often having his meals taken to him by one of the family, as he said the
inspiration did not come to him unless he sat right there by the grave.

Fannie B. Snowden read of a young woman in desperation to flag a train, she
had nothing red to wave, the old-fashioned red petticoat was no more, so she stood
by the track and the conductor saw the new-fashioned cheeks and lips and stopped
the train!

Sadie Adams read a funny little joke.
[newspaper clipping]

THE DIFFERENCE
"Dad, what's a monologue?"
"A monologue is a conversation between
a husband and a wife."
"I thought that was a dialogue."
"No; a dialogue is where two persons
are speaking." ---Yorkshire Post.

Clara A. Moore read that lovely little poem - "A Little Bit of Heaven" - ("Sure
they call it Ireland") by J. Kerrie Brennan.

Emily T. Massey read a lovely poem about flowers.

Mary Gilpin read of the discouraged Sunday School teacher with her class of
unresponsive boys; she was about to resign, but the Superintendent urged her to
keep on, saying, "Even if your teaching has been wasted, which I do not admit, the
life you have lived before those boys has not been wasted", which was proved by
the most trying, unresponsive boy in the class showing that her influence had
touched him deeply.

Amy Hutton told us of the musician and the writer, Madeleine Sharps Buchanan
of Philadelphia. Her advice to aspiring writers is, "Work, keep trying, don't be
discouraged". She does not guarantee that formula to bring success but says, "No
one every got anywhere with out it."

Mrs. Joe Hutton - a beautiful quotation.

Hallie Bentley gave us a verse from Charles Kingsley.
"Thank God every morning when you get up that you have something to do
that day which must be done, whether you like it or not. Being forced to work and
forced to do our best will breed in you a hundred virtues which the idle never
know." She also read a poem entitled "Sparrow".