, 1889-05-05

Miss Caroline Daviss. 1t spoke of ''Wo-
mems clubs" in the West in this wise:
Blessings on the age that produced
and fostered them. They are
the bright; peculiar production
Of a century Of American independence
and progressive thought. They are the
missing link found at last between
womsn's home life and the larger life of
the world, with its myriad problems,
social, political and ethical. The enthu-
siasm manifested at the convention OF
women clubs held recently in New York
convinced all present that the band OF
fellowship between club women is strong.
and that the federation OF all their forces
in the United Statos is a possibility in the
near future. May the next hundred
years increase their members a hundred
fold. and their power for good in the
march Of humanity.
Miss Okie, who was on the list for the
toast women" responded with an anus.
ing reminisence of her travels in the
West.
To the toast Men," Mrs. G. II. Whip
pie answered as follows:
Assist us shades of our Queen Anne
while ALTERING rhyme replies
To toast that heart and brain IN
But ballot Oft denies.
Great Washington, our hero wise,
Of hatchet and of tree,
Thy country men In many gulse
To-day must think OF the
We plant our trees, and shade bedueath.
Zen though no cherries show.
May small boys all their weapons sheathe
And truthful iaddie grow.
Honor to all creations lords
On this Centennial day,
Who by their wit or by their swords
Have won the right OF way.
Red men and white, short men and tall,
Alike their prowess show.
While fame holds out the wreath to all
Whose good luck strikes the blow.
Barnum, Tom Thumb and Buffalo Bill:
All reach an envied place,
While men of worth more modest, still
jog on at slower pace.
We n'er could spare the man Of brain,
Nor yet the man OF muscle,
Nor dudes and handles all in train
For Office spoils to tussle.
Woman, the slave of fashion called,
Hopes now for better days,
Since tables turn-we walt appalled,
Strange things the papers say.
Mems wigs and rufies are no more,
This greatly we regret,
But Madam Grundy says, in store
Lies more OF hnery yet.
That wives will walk with modest mien,
By dress reform set free,
But husbands don all courtly sheen,
sash, buckles at the knee.
As down the vista OF the years
We gaze with reverence due,
The road TO glory plain appears
Trod by the favored few.
Far brighter than the stars of old
Shine in our Western CLINE,
The names of men whose worth we hold
Beyond our feeble rhyme.
Hail to our chief. the peoples choice,
Warren, our champion brave,
The daughters of Queen Anne rejoice,
Home rule Is what we crave.
Though hope deferred make spirit faint,
And railroad shops look dim,
Our governor the future paints,
Statehood on banner trim.
OF Carey, what shall woman say,
To prove her gratefultrust,
Inauguration lend a ray,
And scan "a future great and just.
The heroes of the past could face
The tyrant's Wanted blade,
Beware the sons now in the race,
Who woman's wrongs upbraid.
We toast our doctors, and obey
Their oft enJoined command,
Be q~uiet-nothing do to-day
And keep this potion close at hand.
All, yes, dear doctor, not for gold,
Would we oppose your will,
But times gone by, when fraud can hold
And busy lives keep still.
Despite McAllister's small ring,
Room for all men we find.
The sage, the swell, the cattle king,
May each ind critic kind.
When pass again these hundred years,
Take arnin rhymers bold,
Toast not in verse, lest fall sad tears
From guests so badly sold.