The San Francisco Call. Newspaper, February 7, 1897, Page 26

qargs o THE SAN FRANCISCO CALL, SUNDAY, FEBRUARY 7, 1897. Song will bring | Hope in bleakest weather. Wing 10 wing, White we siug Nestle close together. UCH & weepy, teartul, bedraggled February! Not a bit like the =d:) young gellant who made his bow so graciously to us last year, amid smiling skies ana blooming flower: But we welcome him. Yes, welcome him | with his soft showers, foi we know long, | | dry days of summer are coming, and “if | life were always all sun. Life would indeed be a dreary thing. Literary notices of the leading chi dren’s magazines, periodicals, story-books, | etc., will appear on this page every Sun- duy, beginaing with the next issue. Febroan'y Stone. F EBRUARY'S choice of a stone is a very happy one, for it is the beauti- & ful amethyst. Fe ncerity Freedom from pas 1f they the amethy n will find of mind, on ana from care 4 will wear. —Selected. This stone is & variety of quartz or rock | crystal of a fine violet blue or purple coler. | ‘The fine tints are caused by the presence of manganese. 17 the resl amethyst be subjected to the influence of fire it will change from yellow and green to colorless and in thiscondition 1s often sold for the topaz. Carthagena, Spain, produces the finest specimens of the amethyst in the world. | The State of Mainein our own country has a rich treasure-store of this beautiful stone. The sentiment of tbe primrose, Febr u ary’s flower, is “early youth.” Itsnameis from the Italian and means the first spring flower. Of all places in the world, it blooms sweetest and - best in ‘‘Merrie England’s” soil, and no flower is so dear to the heart of the Englishman. Many gifted son of this isle has celebrated it in song and story. The day which has been dedicated to Lord B-eaconsfield, in England, April 19, has come to be called “Primrose Day,” as it was the favorite flower of the great statesman. Hundreds of the blossoms on that day are used to decorate houses, n.ar- kets, carriages, horses and even children. The followers of Beaconsfield have clubs, or societies, which they call Primrose leagues, and have for their emblem a bunch of the pretty yeilow blossoms. Even on the day when such quantuties of the flowers are plucked, if you should drive out into the country, yon could not see where one blossom had been picked from sunny field or blooming hedgerow. Some writers call the primrose the “*duckling of the fields,” and in some parts of England much superstition hovers around this humble plant. One of the most curious of flowersis the night-blooming primrose. About 6 o’clock in the evening it suddenly bursts open with a popping sound, and at 6 the next morning closes again. whfn ) Maj a ]Bey, Children who live in the large cities know very little about what real country life is. They go to the public or private schools, where everything is very com- fortable and convenient. There are so many of these schools that very few chil- dren have to walk very far to get toany of them. In the country, however, going to school in winter is so serious 2 matter that in some places during the winter months the schools are closed. When I was a boy I had to walk two miles to the little schoolhouse where J first learned to read. There were several children who lived within a shortdistance through those woods. I think the reason will be understood when I say that thers | walnut and chestnut | were a great many trees to be passed. But I was going to tell you of somethinz that happened to me when I was a boy. There was a severe snowstorm in Febru- ary, which had lasted for several days, and the schoolhouse had been closed When the sun shone end the roads had | been broken, my father drove me and the neighbors’ children to school. One of the neighbors drove us back again in the afternoon. Of course we all had our din- ners with us as usual. I remember [ always carried mine in a little basket, which bad a red border. We were all very much excited as we drove along slowly. None of us had ever seen such deep snow. The path to the schoolhouse door was be- tween two banks of snow higher than our heads. At noontime, after we had eaten our | dinners, we all went out to have some sport. 1 was a great jumper, and, Iam 80rTy to say, a great boaster. I boasted and bragged that I could jump from a higher place than any of the other boys. There was a ladder which had been I leaning against the end of the schoolhouse. I climbed up the ladderand said I was going to jump off. Some of the boys waved their hats at me as I stood there. Then Itook the jump. Down, down, down I went 1ato the soft, light snow. I screarmed, but the snow got into my throat and choked my voice. Ithought I never could get out. 11 I had been left alone I probably never should have been able to do so. After what seemed to me a long, leng time I beard a voice shouting: “I'm coming, Tommy; I'm coming. Don’t be fright- ened.” It was the schoolmaster. He pulled me out of the big drift into which I bad fallen and carried me into the schoolroom. 1 had really been in the drift but a few moments when I went down, down, down out of sight and did not come up again. The other boys had run for the master as fast ‘as they could go. They all heiped take off my coat and mittens and rubber boots, for I could hardly move. Iwas more frightened than burt. Indeed, I was not burcat all; but when the master put me it his big chair in front of the fire I felt strangely tired. I had never felt just that way in all my life. My head dropped over on one side and in a moment I was fast asleep. I slept until the neighbors came to drive us home again. But that snowdrift did a good thing—it cured me of my habit of boasting. THOMAS 8. MUNROE. (In “Our Little Ones and the Nursery.”) tried to get up, but only fell back again. I ediled by K;[h@[f@]@ Chc Nu((fi'o Ig The narcissus is the sacred flower of the Chinese and enters largely into their fes- tivities and religious ceremonies. | Thenew year holidays of this strange people have just passed, and hundreds— | or thousands, rather—cf the flowers of iheir beloved lily have bloomed during the last few weeks. The other day while riding through the upper end of the quaint Oriental city which lies so nesr the throbbing heart of our own great modern one I saw quite a number of the inbabitants payly decked in holiday attire going about from one | house to another, busily engaged in mak- ing New Year's calls, many of them carry- 1ng great bunches of the fragrant nareis- sus blossoms. o | As I sped on my way, soon leaving the | sights and sounds of Chinatown far behind, my thoughts still lingered about the little flower; of how it had been the theme of many a poet’s song and of how the ancient Greeks had woven arognd its zin delicate mystic threads, making it bject for touch of poet’s en. Then I bt perhaps you, too, might better the pretty lilies if you knew the v, and so to-day I giveit to you as I learned it long ago. THE MYTHOLOGICAL LEGEND OF NARCISSUS. Very fair and beautiful was the hunter 1ad Narcissus. So perfect was he of face and form that not a day passed without some lovely wood nymph being lured to his side, but he cared not in the least for their smiles, and haughtily repelled all their advances. So harsh was his manner to the beaute- nymph “Echo,” who was madly in I, + = A "‘N[. = | love with him, that she faded away with | grief until naught was left but her voice. And thus cruelly did he treat all of the nymphs, who were ready to fall at his feet, so wonderful was his beauty. At last, one day a fair maiden, who had tried in vain to attract and hoid bis love, becoming desperate, uttered a prayer that he mizht some time suffer all the pangs of unrequited love. This prayer was heard and swered. | In the depths of the beautiiul forest where Narcissus often pursued his favorite chase there was acrystal stream whose waters had never been disturbed to quench the thirst of man or beast. Its banks were green and mossy, and high rocks sheltered it from the sun. One day the cruel youth, tired after a long huat, came upon the silvery stream and flung himself down beside it. As he bent torward to drink of its cool waters he caught sight of his own reflection mir- rored in the clear depths. Never before had he seen so beautiful a being, and thought italovely water sprite. ach eyes, bright as stars! Cheeks so perfectly rounded and delicately colored! Tkroat ivory white and mouth like Cupid’s bow! The story goes, my dear, that this silly young man right then and there feil madiy, deeply, passionately in lovo with His own image. soon an- his. He called in vain for the sprite to come to his longing arms. When he tried to kiss the ruby lips the cold, cold water came between. When tears of despair fell from his eyes the water was disturped, and the beauti- ful reflection was blurred or seemed to dis- appear. All the long, bright days he spent gaz- ing down into his own eyes; he could not leave the exquisite image. But after a time all his beauty and manly strength vanished ; the woods were filled with his moans, and when he cried “Alas! alas!” the sad words were taken up, repeated and sent back by the faithful *Echo,” who hovered ever near. Atlasthedied and the nymphs mourned and grieved for the lost Narcissus. When they gathered by the cool stream in the heart of the woods to do him honor, no trace of his presence could they see. Instead, in the very spot where he had spent so many hours gazingat hisown reflection, grew a lovely plant, its delicate blossoms mirrored 1n the waters below. All thoughts of their own wasted affec- tions fled from their minds, and as th inhaled the sweet fragrance of the flower, with one accord they named it Narcissus in honor of him whom they had so fondly lovea. Cotting Ozflzc 60('15' My name is Hall I'm awiul big! I'll be a man some day, And I would never own a curl If I could have my way. But I hud once, & whil A shock of golden cur! A lot of great long shining ones, 1 looked just like the girls. 0, And papa seid, *Yes, cut them off; He's awful big, I know.” And mamma said—'twas hard to he She eaid it soft and low— “He wou't look like his own sweet self, My little fair-haired boy, His papa’s own sweet darling love, His pet and mother's joy.” Now thatis Ididu't seem to hear, For in my mamma’s eye I saw A great big shining tear; But mamma took and cut them off— Cut every si: rl, And then I dida’t look so much Asif Iwere a girl. baby talk.” I know. Then mamma took me in her arms And rocked me in the chair, And then I said, “I'm sorry, ma, 1didn’t think you'd care.” Avd mamma said, and held me close, My pet, my little one,” e on the floor the curls all fell And shimmered the sun. Comx1E L. BARTLETT. Sto((c;i @}l('\afcn, Longfellow had a smali-boy friend, who often came to see him. One day, after carefully examining the long rows of books in the library, the child sai “Have you got “Jack the Giant-killer?” And the poet was forced to admit that his library lacked that interesting volume. The questioner looked grieved, but said nothing, and presently slipped down from Longfellow’s knee and trotted off. Early the next morning the wee boy ap- veared at the poet’s door, tightly clasping in hislittle hands 2 cents, with which his friend was to buy a‘Jack the Giant- killer"” for his very own! ‘When Carlyie was a child he once saved in & broken teacup 3 balf-pence, a sum which may well have seemed a small for- tune in his tbrifty Scotch home. One day, however, au old beggar with an in- jured arm came to the door and the small Thomas : enerously gave him his whole hoard. Speaking of the incident later in life Carlyle usea to say: ‘‘The feeling of happiness was most intense. I would give a hundred pounds now to have that sensation for one moment back again.’” Laurence ‘Hutton, in the reminiscences of his boyhood, now running in 8t Nicholas, gives his earliest attempt at verse-making, which he says was found the other day in an old desk, carefully preserved by an aunt: “ Three little kittens of our old cat Were berried this day in this grassplat, They came to there deth in an old water pale, And after 100SIng their breth They were pulled out by the tale. These three little kittens have returned to thelr maker, And were put in taker.” SRR L éfot_y and ]IZOftgagfj'. A few days ago, not more than five miles from Santa Rosa, a collector called ou a farmer for the payment of a note se- cured by mortgage. The farmer gave no encouragement that he woula ever pay the note. At last the collector said: I shail have to 1ake the ten cows pamed in the mortgage.” “1 guess not,” said the farmer; “you haven't got a mortgage on ten COWS on my farm.” “Why, indeed I have.” And the col- lector took out a copy of the mortgageand read as follows: **One red and white cow, one cow spotted red and white, one red cow with white spols, one cow with red spot on hip, one red cow with white hind foot, one white cow with red spots on feet, one cow with white fore feet, one white cow spotted with 1ed, one red cow with white spot on shoulder, one red cow with white spots on hips. Now, how do you like that?'’ asked the collector. “Ob, that's all right. Iseeyou'veten mortgages on my old red and white cow; there she s down there; the boys will help you catch her.” E. M. B. (C. R.C.). V(:);t}. the grave by the boy under- From that hour no more happiness was . ’Ch? Jaf;nej-c “(Eeoé-IDa).” BY MAE ST. JOHS BRAMHALL. of each other. We used to meet at the crossing of two roads and then walk through the woods together. In spring the flowers were beginning to bloom by the wayside, and the birds would be singing as we passed by. In the sutumn it took us a long time to get A fall to the knees, A turn to the toes, A spread of the hands, And a tip of the nose, 1t takes a)l these just to sa; In chrysanthemum land. so far sway. “Good-day,” Nicholas. Little purple star of winter, Bending on thy stem so tender, Pecping out 'neath glossy leaves, Brighten thou such days as these. Would that thou could biobm alway, And 'mid summer’s brightestray Lift thy purple face to fair, Waiting fregrance on the air. Tiny emblem of true love, Kissed by dew from heaven above, Born to breathe thy fragrant sigh, Then to witner, droop and die. FRONIE ABBOTT. Everybosy Like ¢ Hev. There is a a type of girl that everybody likes. Nobody can tell exactly why, but after you have met her you turn away to some other woman and , “Don’t you like Miss Grosvenor?” Now the reason you like her is a subtle one; without knowing all about her you feel just the sort of girl shais. She is the girl who appreciates the fact that she cannot always have the first choice of everything in the world. She is the girl who is not aggressive and does not find joy in inciting aggressive people. g She is the girl who has tact erouch not 10 say the very thing that will cause the skeleton in her friend’s closet to rattle his bones. Bhe is the girl who, whether it is wml THE GAY YOUNG DECEIVERS. or cold, clear or stormy, finds no fault with the weather. She is the girl who, when you invite her to any place, compliments you by looking her best. She is the girl who makes this world a pleasant place, because she is so pleasant herself. And, by the by, when you come to think of it, isn’t she the girl who makes you feel she likes you and, therefore, you like her?—Selected. ek M‘_y F(Yyt Poen. SANTA CrUZ, Cal Dear Editer: 1 read the poems in THE CALL, and I thoughtI would join theC.R.C.,and this is my poem : In a town there dwells a mule, Who takes the children all to school; When be brays with vo'ce 80 sbrill The neighbors would like to give bim & pill. ‘When the clock strikes five or six He brays and brays and then he kicks. When any oue passes this donkey by He winks, but winks the other eye. MARTIN O'NEIL. —_— Beautiful chrysanthemum! You my heart have won As you proudly turn your face Toward the shining sun. When the days are damp and cold And other flowers have fled, Then you bloom like “‘cloth of gold,” And nod your graceful head. ‘When the days of autumn come And fruits are gathered in; When hay is stacked for winter use And corn is in the bin; When the roses and the buttercups Have vanished like a dream, Then your many loved companions With glorious blossoms team. Ah! ’tis cheering and delightful ’Mid winter’s gloom to see A beautiful chrysanthemum Blossoming for me. 1t fills my heart with gladness To view your colors gay, And I wish that you might reign Forever and a day. . R. MAUD MALLORY (C. R. C.). (A little girl.) it “Said a lawyer to a countryman one day, “If you promise to give mea guinea I shall teach you so to plead asto be al- ways successful with your case.” 1 promise you,” replied the country- man. *Well, then,” said the lawyer, deny, and you'll come off victoriot down with my fee, asyou promised. To which the countryman retorted “T deny that I ever promised you a fee.” Spare Moments. Iways S0 K156 Ci7Y, Cal., Jan. 25, 1897. Dear Editor: This is my first letter to Tax CavrL, and I am 11 years old and go to the King City school. I have a dog nsmed Fido snd a cat named Tommy. My papa has taken Tz CALL for about a year and & half sud I enjoy reading the children’s pl{l every Sunday. As my letter ia growing long 1 will close, hoping that it will miss the wastebasket and appeat in print. Iremain your new reader, J. ALLAN WENTWORTH, TALMAGE, Cal., Feb. 3, 1897. Dear Editor: 1 have never ‘seen any letters from here, 0, T am going to write to you. I 1ive one mile from the Mendocino Asylum and | g0 to tne il Creek senoot, just across the street from the asylum. My teacher's name is | Mr. Patton. Igo fishing almost every day and | catch speckled trout. 1also have a 22 target rifle and kill birds. My mamma takes THE | | DarLy CaLL. I hope this letter will be pub- | lished, as it is my first, Iam sureIcould tell you lots of interssting things about my life | here, and I hope to do so in the future. I re- main your little friend, FREDDIE HILLMA sged 10 years, | | CORNWALL, Cal., Jan. 27, 1897. | Dear Editor: 1suppose you think that Ihave | given up writing to THE CALL as I have not | written for a long time, Well, if you ao you | are very much mistaken. Ihave hada terri- | ble attack of the grip and [am just getting | overit, so that is the reason I did not write. I | have solved some of the puzzles and will send | some to be solved. It has started to rain up | here to-day, and I don’t like that at all. Your little friend, ETHEL WILDS, C. R. C. SAN FRANCISCO, Cal,, Jan. 28, 1897. Dear Editor: 1am 10 years old and 1n the fourth grade. My teacher'’s name is Miss H. Martin, and she is very kind. This is my first letter to THE CALL. My grandma has been | taking THE CALL for a long time and likes it very well. 1live in Portland, but came down to San Francisco to make a visit. I go to the Pacific Heights School and enjoy it. Isnould like to join the C. R. C. and send a piece of my poetry, but I am afraid you might not think it worth publishing. Now I tnink I shall close, as my letter is getting too long. I re- main your new friend, ELOISE BRINKERHOFF. HEALDSBUEG, Cal., Feb. 1, 1897. | Dear Editor: This is my first letter to THE CaLL. Papa has taken THE DAILY CALL for about a year and I enjoy reading Childhood’s Reaim of theSundsy tssue. I have two sisters | and one brother. I have only one petand { that is & horse. I am 10 vearsold and in the | fourth grade. My tescher's name is Miss | Thomas, and I like her very much. Papa is | the proprietor of the Healdsburg Ice Works. | ARIEL WILL. SAN FRaNcIsco, Feb. 1, 1897, | Dear Mr. Editor: T ama little boy 10 years old to-day. My pa has taken THE CALL for y years, and still takesit. Ienjoy read- | ing Childhood’s Realm very much. Ihad a | cat named Budd, but he dled; now I have an- other cat bigger than Budd; we call him Scrub. | He comes into bed with me every morning. | We have just moved to Buchanan street and I g0 to school every dsy. I think I have guessed the answers to the puzzies which I inclose. Hoving 1o see this in THE CALL I remain your little friend, CHARLIE A. GouLD. K1NG OITY, Cal,, Jan. 27, 1897. | Dear Editor: I wiil be 10 yearsold in March, | and as I saw letters in your paper from other little girls of my age and younger, I thought I would write t00. Ihave no pets but a doll, but mamma and I live with a lady who has | twin girl babies. Iridesix miles to King City to school. My teacher’s name is Miss Kent. Hoping to see this letter in the next Sunday’s | CALL from & new writer. i GERT UDE STURZENEGGER CLOVERDALE, Cal, January 30. Dear Editor: This is my first letter to THE CaLL. 1 amten vears old, and in the third grade. Igo toschool. My teacher’s name is | Miss Stocktell. I have not seen any letters from Cloverdale,so Iam writing one. It is | raining to-day, ‘and the ground gets very | muddy, and my shoes get very dirty on the | way to school. There are seven children fn our family, two girlsand five boys. Iam the | oldest. Iwould like to be a member of the ¢, | R. C. very much. Your new reader, ____ OLIVER Rarrery. SAN FRANCISCO. January 2. | Dear Editor: I thoughtIwould write vou a letter. 1am now eight years old. 1go to the Garfield School. My teacher's name is Miss Nellie McLane. 1 am learning my tables. I night. He takes THE MORNING Carr. Iread the children’s letters every Sunday. Yours, NELLIE O'CONNOR, PENN GROVE, January 28. Dear Editor: 1 have not written to you for quite a while. I have thoughtof a puzzle I willsend you. 1 would like to have Retha Waldau write about the snow scenes where she lives. It snowed down here iast winter, but melted as soon as itfell. I was tap. Your friend, CARRIE MiLLS. January 25, 1897. Dear Editor: This is my second letter to THE CALL. ] was 11 years old New Year’s dav. My Papa has taken this paper five years, and we would not - exchange’ it for any other daily paper. 1go to the. Pescadero school, and am in the sixth grade. .We are having vacation time now, but school will commence {wo weeks from to-dey. My pets are two hound Ppuppies named Ranger and Lily, & mastiff dog | named Bounce and three cats who-e¢ names | are Topsy, Buttercup and Poppy. Your inter- ested friena, A. MARGUERITE WEEKS. PESCADERO, Cal REEDLEY, Cal., January 21, 1897. Dear Edttor: 1 have not written 1o you tor a long time, and I'm ashamed of it, too. I've not been sick, but have kept putting off writ- ing, until Eva Nayone spoke of me in her letter o you, and €o I determined 10 write' im- mediately. My grandpa and grandma irom Oregon, who home yesterday. My auntle, who. has been visiting in the East for the past few montns, and who arrived here to assist grandpa and grandma home, thinks California the prettiest place she has ever seen. Ienjoyed the Christmi and New Year holi- am living with my uncle. He teaches me every | v ry sorry. | We have six quail which were caught in a | have been visiting vs for the past year, st@-ted | days very much, and received a number of finef presents. Ifitisnot too late, I wish all mj | 1ittle friends (readers of Childhood’s Realm) 8 | happy New Year. Well, Eva Navone, I was glad to see sou | letier in THE CaLL, and pleased to know that | you still think of me. My letter is getting long, so I shall close. Ever your friend, MAUD MALLORY. e s New Puzzles. 1 Hidden names of birds. (a) The crowd was so great that many per- sons were seriously injured. (5) Thomas wants & pair of new boots, and Mary a frock. (¢) The bear will grow! if you tease him so. LiLLIE MCKEE (C. B. C.). 11 My 1 s in many, not in few, My 21s in you, but not in who, My 3 is in sell, but not in buy, My 4 is in rice, but not in rye, My 5 is in ceiling, not in wall, And my whole I'm sure is loved by all. JESSIE HARKINS (C. R. C.). 111 (a) When was beef the highest ? (3) When is & boat like a pile of snow ? (c) Why is the letter “a” like 12 o’clock ? (d) What is that which has neither flesh nor blood, yet has four fingers and a thumb ? Exya EGGERS (C. R. C.) IV. (a) What is that which runs, yet has za legs? (b) If you throw a stone into the Red what will it become ? FRED ANTHES (C. V. (a) Take “relations from *falli leave ‘‘melodious sounds.” (b) Teke a “respecttul address” from “wished for” and leave “an act.” Avrce BeLL (C. B. C.). VI. Hour-glass puzzle. O X+ e x »w * X X . X . e X = cx e X raw The centrals represented by the x’s spell & period of time. Crosswords—l, ome of the largest cities 1n the United States; 2, comes together; 3, to destroy; 4, the letter “T"; 5, to sever; 6, to rub and clean; 7, sportive. ETHEL MCCLURE (C. R. C.). VIL Behead & gardening tool and have s hut. Ipa WIGHTMAY, (C. R. C.) VIII Behead to imbibe and have a hall for skating; sgain, and have a fiuid. PAUL PETERS (C. R. C.). IX. () Whole, I am used by horsemen: be- head me and I’m part of the body. (b) Whole, I am what boys like to do; behead me and I'm part of a tree. (c) Whole, I am part of & tree; behead me and 'm a kind of ship. (d) Whole, I am to mount; behesd me and I'm used by boatmen. LeNA W0ODSON (C. R, C.). X. (a) When is St. Valentine’s day ? (b) Why is the 22d of February a National holiday? e PAnswers for January 31 L (@) M—ada—m (b) s—cent—s () s—lot—s hi8 CHEW HOBO EBON WONT IIL Stray—tray—ray—sy. 1V. Slate—late—ate. V. () Chair—hair—atr. () Shoe—hoe. -‘, VI. Butter—Butte. VII. Owl—kite—pelicau. VIIL (a) MaxSelig. (b) Alice Bell IX. Roger Williams arrived in America Feb- ruary 5, 1631. He was a teacher of liberty of conscience. Abraham Lincoln was born February 12, 1809. et PAnswers Received. Answers to puzzles of January 31 have been received from the following members of C. B. C.: Alice Bell, Eva M. Belger, Fred Anthes, William Sea Jr., Alma Ses, Lucy Moeller, Ells R. Hartnell and Retha Waldan. For January 24: From Ethel Wilds Herbert and Ide Wightman. Answers from non-members for Januery 24—Lorenza Mingus and Carrie Gonsalves. For January 31—Charles A. Gould, Ariel G, Will, Emma Eggers, Hattie Sampson, P.and C. de Ferri and L. M. Shattuck. Suggestions for & motto and badge for C. R. .: “United We Stand.” For a badge some- thing more substantial than ribbon. ALIcE BELL (C. R. C.). “Never Give Up, but Stay and Win F. ANTHES (C. R. C.). “Try to Succeed."pletters C R C printed in gol2 on ribbon. Lucy MOELLER (C. R. C.). “Help One Another,” or “Room at the Top, Badge, & little Iadder of four steps, or a pansy for thoughts. MAY BECKHAM (C. R. C.) “Onward and Upward.” C. GONSALVEs, eI Lietters Acknowledged. Besides letters published, intercsting . munications bave also been received from following: Carrie Gonsalves, Hattle Sampson, Arel G. Will, Lulu Shattuck, Patritia and Carmelita de Ferri, Florence Krause, Retha Waldan (C. R. C.), Alice Bell (C. R.C.), May Peckham (C. R C.), Edith Stukes, Ruth Sadler, Juliet Scott, Leonore Psters, Mamie Kellog Murgaret L Watt, an unsigned letter. Lizz Wienke, Josie Shanahan, Mildred Eddy, Dells Kline, Myrtie Van Loon, Ira Pennington and Katie Meade. L) i 1