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Show HISTORY OF HOME CULTURE CLUB READ AT ANNUAL MEETING LAST THURSDAY Madam President and Ladies of the Home Culture Club: The Home Culture Club was organized organ-ized in the year 1S94 with the motto, "I am not concerned that I am not known, I seek to be worthy to be known;" and having as Its object the mutual improvement of its members In literature and the vital interests of the day; and so necessary to its members did the club become that In the twenty-two years -that have elapsed since its organization, this ia the first annual meeting at which wo have not had at least one charter member on our roll. We lost our last when Mrs. Markle left us this spring to make her home in Denver. The only other resignation resigna-tion we have been called to accept this year was that of Mrs Harcombe, and in each case we all felt the deepest regret at having them depart from among us. . Mrs. Putnam who felt? obliged to resign from the club last year was unanimously elected to fill the first vacancy and Mrs. Robt. Gamble the second. Three years ago we joined the State Federation of Women's Clubs of which tho Home Culture Club is the oldest organized club in Ogden, and from which we have received much profit as well as pleasure. We have been-ably been-ably represented by Mrs. Hyrum Smith, Mrs. E. L. Howes and our president, Mrs T. D. Johnosn; "and we are particularly indebted to Mrs. Jay Alyson Smith, whose untiring and cheerful service as our representative in the Civic League department of the Federation work virtually kept the League alive at one time at least. She was also on the committee for tho Mothers' Day program this year. Of the great congregation who attended that impressive servico I wonder how many were aware of the fact that it was owing to the Home Culture Club, following the suggestion of one of our members, Mrs. T. D. Johnson, that Mothers' Day was first observed in Ogden. When the year was about half com. pleted Mrs. Fetherolf being unable to continue as secretary, Mrs. Howes was elected to do the work, which she has done in a most gratifying manner. Our secretary's reports are so complete com-plete and show so much appreciation of the numbers rendered that they make highly Interesting reading especially espe-cially if you've been on the program yourself. One of the institutions of the Home Culture club is the annual summer picnic for the members and their families. This year it was held at the Hermitage and was the usual delightful delight-ful affair in spite of the heat. Only one thing marred the pleasure of the day and that was the resignation of our newly elected president Mrs. Clayton Coolldgo. Illness in her family fam-ily necessitated her resigning the of fice and was, I think, almost the only reason which would have been accepted, accept-ed, as the ladies who remembered her efficient and charming service in this capacity when the olub waa young were much pleased at tho prospects pros-pects of havlug her once more in the chair while the newer members felt sure 'of getting all the benefits that could be derived from the course of study with Mrs. Coolldge at the head. But 1 feel confident in saying that under no leadership could wo have gained more from the work than we have this year. Mrs. T. D. Johnson was elected to fill the vacancy and right ably has she done it. Her vlved personality had made her a valued member before be-fore this honor was thrust upon her; but she has proved to the club again in this her second terra that she posses pos-ses a brilliant mind combined with decision of character and splendid executive ability in handling a difficult diffi-cult program. When in twenty meetings we attempted at-tempted to assimilate something from some thirty authors, masters in their different lines, as well as a number num-ber of papers prepared by our own members, we took such largo bites of the good things at the literary feaBt Jthat several times we found that we r had bitten off more than we could chew. Verily we were in a land flowing flow-ing with milk and honey, and if we were not able to encompass all of it, what of that? Who could choose which might have been eliminated. In view of the fact that history has never nev-er appealed very strongly to me, while art has, I have taken the liberty of treating the year's study as a picture pic-ture in analysis. It may be a little bit difficult in view of the close-up-ness of the finish of it, to obtain a true peispective, but you'll not all agree with mo anyhow as to the position posi-tion the various numbers should occupy, oc-cupy, so I'll just make sure that one of us at least is satisfied. We have had such excellent selections selec-tions that in running back over the program it would seem at first glance as though we were bound to have altogether al-together loo much foreground; but we appreciate more than ever the work of our program committee when we see how beautifully the pieces fit together making a delightfully harmonious har-monious whole. On the immediate foreground let us have fruits and flowers with many of their undesirable characteristics eliminated elim-inated through wiso selection according accord-ing to Burbank's methods. Among them quite naturally the childron come trooping, all the dear little people peo-ple whom we havo enjoyed so much. Doesn't Ruth Stewarts "Sonny" seem to stand right there looking at you with his adoring fathers eyes on him? and near by can't you just see Mrs. Markle's bad little boy with the red marks of switches still on his bare legs? And over at one side is a whole flock of children from Josephine Jo-sephine Peabody's "Piper" with little lamo Jan stooping for his crutch and offering a red shoo to a dear little blind girl who has wandered out of Percy MacKaye's "Tomorrow," while under a treo near by sits a little boy of Walt Whitmans' listening to the love calls of a bird who has lost his mate. At the right jutting from tho extreme ex-treme foreground back into the middle mid-dle distance, we sec, strong, deep, powerful, "The Harbor" by Ernest Poole. The back waters seem to lap our very feet and wo hear echoes of words like these." Make way for me! Make way for me, all you little men. Make way, all your habits and all you institutions, all jfou little creeds and Gods, for I am tho start of tho voyage-over the ocean to heathen lands! and I am always starting out and bearing you along. For I am your molder I am a surprise I am a shock I am a dazzling passion of hope I am a grim executioner I am reality I am life. I am the book that has no end." On one of the great wharves sits John Mansflelds "Dauber," reproducing reproduc-ing quite wonderfully the scene before be-fore him and oblivious alike to the whispers of the waters and the song of Kipling's British soldiers hummed softly as he watches a great ship's departure "On the road to Mandalay where tho flyin' fishes play and the dawn comes up like thunder out o' China cross tho bay." Bridging the distance between the children and the harbor is tho poet an Dyke playing "Hide and Seek" and his "Cooie" blends with the bird calls in the meadows. That our picture may not lack balance bal-ance I have placed "The City Beautiful" Beau-tiful" on a slight rise from the meadow mead-ow foreground just to the left of the center. And such a city! The approach ap-proach and entrance by rail is beautiful beau-tiful and Impressive and the buildings build-ings which greet the strangers eye are among the finest in the city. A reproduction of Jane Adams' "Hull House" occupies a prominent location, and toward Its open doors are plodding plod-ding a number of Mary Antons emigrants, emi-grants, with their burdenB of ignorance ignor-ance and poverty. There is no disease ridden tenement district in the City Beautiful,, for women wom-en like the first Mrs Woodrow Wil-Bon Wil-Bon have seen to it that even the very poor have a decent place to live. In the well lighted, well ventilated, moving picture houses are seen only clean, wholesome productions masterpieces mas-terpieces of literature and drama being be-ing made as familiar to all as Charley Char-ley Chaplin is today. Selections from Nevin and McDowell McDow-ell and other great musicians aro heard there by rich and poor alike as is the sunshine and the sky. The productions of artists, sculptors and scientists are gathered together In another Smithsonian Institute and all are welcome to become familiar with the works of art. On a road leading from a distant town to the City Beautiful we perceive per-ceive . a poor, bent, mishapen creature crea-ture whoso voice has hitherto been (Continued on Page 7.) oo Society (Continued from Pago 3) silent as he struggled along. But as he comes nearer and nearer and sees more plainly the busy, happy laborers in the fields surrounding the city, he unconsciously straightens, and as a low song of praise comes once more from his lips, we recognize "The Singing Man" by Josephine Peabody. Up in the hills behind the harbor is a picturesque Indian village where lives Mary Austin's Arrow Maker. A little to the left lonely and looking back, is the poor Monk from "The Cloister and the Hearth" not far from the cold house where Whitter's "Marguerite" "Mar-guerite" dies. Beyond In the distance stands a man whom all recognize as Woodrow Wilson gazing intently but not wholly whol-ly with pleasure we think at what appears to be "A Dark Flower by Galsworthy; and still farther and higher "Tho Century of the Child" stretches on and on. I think now our picture Is complete except for the great triangle of Interest In-terest which dominates the works of the great masters. Cabot forms the base of the triangle tri-angle with utterances like this: The harder we work and play and the more intensely we devote ourselves our-selves to whatever wo love, the more pressing is our need for recommltlng, refreshing ourselves In an appeal to God." The Essayist Arnold Bennett occupies occu-pies the middle space and at the pinnacle pin-nacle I place "As a Man Thinks" by Augustus Thomas. I only hope that the year's work has benefited all as It has me and If I were asked where we go when the cares big and little Of two weeks or over have fretted our lives For stlmulous, sympathy, humor and co'urage. I'd say "To the Home Culture Club" I surmise. The harmony, quiet of each busy meeting As in study a master of this thing or that Brings a sweeter and saner and Broader conception Of all that life means; and a lesson mayhap Distorted perspectives correct themselves; them-selves; small things Assume true relations to things worth our while Our memories grow richer, our daily thoughts purer And our friendships are more than a nod 'and a smile. There surely will linger through years that are coming The profit that each pleasant meeting meet-ing has brought And the years with their day by- day strivings will make us More true to our ideals in word and In thought And so at the close of each Home Culture Club day We eagerly grapple home problems v again, v y. And anew strive - to make our own dear ones and neighbors More happy and better because we have beenr ETHEL M. CRAVEN, Historian. Year endiug June 1, 1916. The above history was read by Mrs. Craven at the annual meeting of the Home Culture club held at the home of Mrs Hyrum Smith Thursday with Mrs. Smith. Mrs. Clayton Coolldge, Mrs. Robert Gamble and Mrs. W. E. Moore as hostesses. After the business session a motion was made and enthusiastically carried car-ried that a note be sent to Mrs. T. D. Johnson our absent president, expressing ex-pressing our deep appreciation of her work In this capacity and our earnest hope that her place of residence will not be changed but that our town will continue to bo hor town, and our club her club. Election of officers was then held with the following results: President, Mrs. W. E Moore; vice president. Mrs T. J. Fitzgerald; secretary and treasurer, Mrs. W. S. Craven. The choice refreshments served by the hostesses and the social time which followed were thoroughly en-Joyed en-Joyed by seventeen of the twenty members and as guests: Mesdames Wayne Smith, Will Rhine, Clyde Smith and Misses Williams and Morrison Mor-rison and baby Lulu Gamble with Frances Coolidge and Helen Moore assisting the hostesses. |