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Show THE FLOWER MISSION REPORT On the first of this month my work as flower mission superintendent of the W. C. T. U. closes. And at this time I tender my resignation. Nearly every enterprise has its dawn, Its blazing blaz-ing noon and its ove, but let us hopo the flower mission will rest in tho light of the blazing noon timo, let us hope for a brighter tomorrow. During the past eight .years there has been five thousand bouquets given giv-en to hospitals, the sick in their homes, friends, ministers, editors, working girls, prisoners and tho rescue res-cue home. Five hundred copies of literature lit-erature to the different prisons, and three hundred articles of clothing given giv-en to those who needed it. And three hundred calls made on the' sick. Several Sev-eral bushels of fruit, and several dozen doz-en quarts of canned goods given away. But if our work was carried on just to enumerate these articles alone our flower mission will have been a failure fail-ure indeed. But not so, time and space will fail to report all the loving testimonies testi-monies and tributes that have been sent to me by persons and messages and also the newspapers of Ogden. Three years ago when we held our flower mission day next door to Mrs. Carnahan's, after having read the story of a beautiful pink rose, and how it had reformed the life of a young girl in tho slums of New York City, our own Miss Carnahan stepped across to her only rose bush and picked the first and only rose and gave it to us. And who shall say that that act has not been immortalized and many more acts of Its kind. Another 1 wish to speak of is in one of our eastern colleges col-leges A few weeks ago an old colored laundress wished for a bouquet of a dozen pink roses, her ravorite flower. In a few days a bouquet of a dozen pink roses made its way to her table. The old laundress wondered what fairy could have brought the flowers. I be-lievo be-lievo that most of you at this meeting this afternoon have seen and know this fairy, and long after the rose3 are withered the act will live in the memory. mem-ory. The monument I would have is not one chiseled out of marble into grace and beauty by the sculptor's hand, but those approving words from the lips of the Master "She has done what she could." In closing I want to say the work in this department for the past eight years 'has been made possible with the help of some splendid workers in the W. C. T. U. SUPERINTENDENT. |