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Show Many Tasks Await Women With Time on Their Hands t. By HELEN WELSHIMER "What can I do with my time?" reader Inquire "My children chil-dren arc (rown up snd gone, my house run iUelf with the aid of competent servants, I'm weary of teas and bridge, but I have no talent la there aoma place where I might find aome outlet where I could be uaefulT I need eomething to do to keep busy." a email girl with brown braids bur- e. rylng eight blocks down the street, past the T. M. C. A. and the Woman's Wo-man's Exchange to a building that was area and gray yesterday that Is merely Ured and drab today. There were rows and rows of books In the long rooms within that building. build-ing. People from every land and every age tumbled from the ahelves. Back of the practical read and green library bindings roads ran out to adventure, love and happl-ness. happl-ness. What did it matter that you had missed three words In spelling A or failed to get the right answer In arithmetic? Here was the world, a shinning world, yours en the presentation pres-entation of a little piece of cardboard. card-board. -What can I do with my time?" i Perhape the encouragement of legislation for llbrarlee where children chil-dren might find visions and elder people rediscover their dreams would be mission enough for anyone. It comes like a thin, tired cry frees another age an age when the world's work waa leae, an age when there waa a quiet rhythm to living, and time hung as heavy aa Jass-mlne Jass-mlne fragrance on the Idle air. It gresoa Its way, lost and frightened, fright-ened, down' the streets where men and women pray for time, more time, to meet the crowding Issues of a marching day. Yet there la a triumphant note in that aim pie request The woman who makes It bee discovered that there Is not happineee except in affiliation with the problems of ths hour. Social ferrfe, "What can I do with my time?" There are social settlement housee that ask for story-tellers, nurses and kindly confidantes who will give aa hour or two a day. There are church ee with similar requeeta. Hospitals need help with their sewing. sew-ing. Youngsters In children's homes would put their hands In yours and walk straight Into Heaven If you took them to a circus or movie and bought them a chocolate marsh-mallow marsh-mallow aundae when the entertainment entertain-ment waa ended. There are committees and clubs and organisations which struggle to put over Important issues; to educate people to work for peace, better housing conditions, proper maternity, measuree, care for the diseased. There are millions of persons whose lives would be mads happisr If there were books at their command. A current magaxine editorial edi-torial tells us that Texas haa marly 4400,000 persons without library eervtce, Georgia baa 2,000,000 and Illinois, too, Is In that group. Only In Delaware and Massachusetts does every cltlsea have access to a publlo library. If Yen Cant Speak In Public Education which leads to legislation legis-lation whereby the states apportion money for libraries as they do for other public enterprises Is most nsceosary. Here then Is a Job for any woman with time on her bands. Maybe you can't speak in public, but you can communicate this great need. In writing or by talking quietly quiet-ly to others. You can suggsst It to women's clubs. You nsver will know how far your influence for right and good sprssds until you start to cast a shadow. Surely giving books to the tired people of a frensied world would . K am . t t V, flnat BAPvioAa that ons might render. The radio and ths motion picture have brought us ths wonder and the color and drama of the four corners of ths earth, and repeated the pageants of the past for us, It Is true. Yet this Is not enough. To grow In depth and beauty, the imagination must feast itself on the words of a book ss a man or a child sits alons. Ths movies and ths rsdlo take us out of ourselves. Books take us into ourselves Into the spaces and places where we never have wandered. wan-dered. Open Enthralling World It Is every child's herltsge to take bis pink or yellow library card In hia hand and browse among the book shelves In a musty room. I can see the hands of a school clock marching slowly towards three and |