The Daily Missoulian. [volume] (Missoula, Mont.) 1904-1961, 1913-04-09
TEACHERS BANQUET
FOR MOTHERS
ELEMENTARY DEPARTMENT OF
BAPTIST CHURCH SUNDAY
SCHOOL ENTERTAiNS.

One OF the most inspiring and de-
lishtful features of the work of the
Emmanuel Baptist church is the an
nual banquet given by the officers n
teachers of the elementary department
OF the Sunday school to the mothers
of the children in the department.
Last evening this occasion was Oh
served n SO people sat doWn to-
gether and enjoyed a bountiful dinner
Of choice viands.
Mrs. Harold E. High, the superin-
tendent of the department., will her
capable force of teachers, proved to
be delightful hostesses. After the
supper music and toasts were in order.
Mrs. High in a charming in
troduced each singer and speaker.
Miss Edna Chadwick, always a
favorite soloist with the church peo-
pie, rendered a lullaby very effectively.
Mrs. Hazel Bisbee was a~ccompanist.
Miss Lenore Rennick, responding to
the toast The Mothers" spoke of
mothers as great women because to
them is given the training of the child
in earliest years, and most men are
great because they had a great mother.
Mrs. Robert Pugsley spoke Of The
Teacher in the somewhat changed re-
l%ationship of teacher and pupil today
as compared with a few years ago,
and of the very close timacie of the
teacher and child resulting in good to
both.
The Graded Lessons was Miss
Utley's theme, and in choice language
she illustrated the splendid adVan-
tages of the present series of lessons
over the old series in the ease n
clearness with which the most funda-
mental Biblical truths can be presented
to the youngest child.
Mrs. Veeder proved to be the poetess
of the company and responded to the
toast. The Children" in rhyme as fol-
lows:
1.-The Children"
To our children, whether ANY or one,
To our children, with all their laughter
and fun;
Their endless confusion; yes, even
To our cares and our hopes-our girls
atiA poSoS
The years are so brief that we call
them our own
And our days are so full of the work
to be done
That before we're aware were alone in
the nest
With no little ones to disturb or mo-
lest.
For the children today are the grown
ups of tomorrow
The playhouse but a step from real
life and it's sorrow.
Patience we need above all things else,
For in governing our children we must
first govern self;
And all of the sunshine to them we
a bring
Will not be too great a YES offering.
May the days of their childhood be
memories bright,
Free from the care that is times mill
dew n blight.
To the wee bonny members of our
dear cradle roll,
Some of whose names will be written
on fame's lasting scroll,
w lOSC5 1lISl 1Cdplc AiS lIo4C lhdI SdiA
celled all pain.
To our babies whose coming has not
been in vain;
May these fair beds of promise sweet
ly unfold
Into roses of worth with value untold.
To those a bit older, just starting
alone
Ia the broad fields Of knowledge with
pathway unknown.
May they always discern the false
from the true
The gold from the tinsels-no wrongs
may they see,
And the wealth they acquire bear
eternity's brand
With no faint of fraud to corrupt
heart and hand.
May they ever prove true in all walks
of life,
In luxury's ease or in poverty's strife;
And the precepts learned here be their
shield and their guide.
And faith, hope and charity with them
abide.
Yes, to our boys and our girls, with
their mischief and fun;
To Il dear little folk, whether many
or one,
We would ask they be given more of
smiles thar of tears: