Evening public ledger. [volume] (Philadelphia [Pa.]) 1914-1942, 1918-02-23

rIIOULD you believe IT possible that in
w the homes of the rich and prosperous,
YEA. In the homes of the poor and proud,
eyen in the homes of those who are not
! proud. but humble there are left any
things that could be used for rummage
sale? Would you? Well. there are or
there must be- for hasn't another group
Of women planned to hold another m.
mage sale, tumble Inn or White Ele phant
sale, whatever you may choose to call 1t?
And haven't they decided to have It on
March 10, 20 and 81 at 1924 Chestnut
street? Well, they have, and this time
it's to be for for St. Edmond's Home for
Crippled Children. Have you ever been
out there, by the way? It's at Forty
fourth street and HaverfOrd avenue. and
the good sisters of the Bon Secours are In
charge of the home. They have thirty-flve
little boys and girls there and it would
make your heart ache to see those blessed
babies. One little fellow can sit up in bed
or lie down now and then, but night and
day he has attached to his tiny leg great
weight But he smiles at you as If nothing
hurts him and he Shoots wooden soldiers"
and kisses" his hand to you with all the
delight in the world.
one wee mite with terrible hump on
her little back was enthroned on the one
knee of sturdy looking boy OF ten. He
had been run over and the other leg was
gone; but he helped Sister" take care of
the tiny ones, and SO he lifted the little
deformed one and shared his picture book
with her.
I stopped in one day when they were all
playing in the big room which is set aside
for that purpose and SISTER" asked them
to sing for me- There were about twenty
children in the room and they were all
busily playing, but at her word they stood
up and sang away as IL their little lives
depended OH it: cute little darky songs and
one or two little ragtime melodies.
And It's for these dear little children
that the womens auxiliary Of the home
will hold the rummage sale. Mrs. James
Mundy, that splendid organizer Is presi
dent of the board and the vice presidents
4 are Mrs. j. Sheahan and Miss Katherine
Raleigh. Miss Adele Tack is recording sec
retary, Miss Agnes Lewis corresponding
secretary and Mrs. l.. a. Hickey treasurer
Others on the board include Miss Florenc,
sibey, Mrs. Ashton Devereux, Mrs. l. ]
Dohan, Mrs. Thomas +. Hunter, Miss Ma,
tilda Jenkins, Mrs Anthony Hirst Mrs
James Bonner Mrs A. y, Burke, Mrs. Johr
Coyle, Mrs. John u. Connolly, Mrs. JOSEPH
Gallagher, Miss Phelan, Mrs. James p. Nc
Nichol, Mrs. Stanley Smith, Mrs. William
B. Watson. Mrs. Ii. G. Netterlein, Mrs. ]
]. Wills and Mrs. Murtha p. Quinn.
rI-III
l. deb.that.would.have-b of whom
speak was trying hard to carry out tn,
conserving plans in all things. So sh,
wore low shoes and high pearl gray gater
for best and used last years high watkins
shoes, resoled, for every day.
~ One evening a fortnight ago SHE hat
been to headquarters studying first aid
and so forth and it had taken nearly twt
hours to reach her home afterward due I,
the fact that tthe, cars were held up b,
the snow" When He, who was taking he
home. finally delivered her at her door sh
twas so tired and exhausted that she di
: not look at the CATERS as she pulled then
Z Off before tumbling into bed.
r Next morning about half after o'clocl
the phone rang and it was her father, VIII
NdIIeu lIOlIl MS Olllce, MY dear, MI
Is laughter is passing through tn
city today and have told him you woul
entertain her at luncheon at the Unio
League" said he, ''and I've asked Mrs
C. to chaperon you" Every wei
Dad" replied daughter glad enough Of
lunch ION father"
Then she arose and prepared to max
herself look her best, when 10 and behold
the CATERS We're found to be black wit
mud What to do? Even were she willn
to break through her economical regime,
was "heatless" Monday and she could nc
buy nen ones for love or money. So, m
dears, that resourceful young woman Pre-
ceeded to wash those spats, lighted tn
oven of the gas range in the apartment
and, placing the CATERS therein, she drle
4 them to a nicety. II had to baste ther
Often" said she, when telling me the tall
Tor fear they would burn" And, If you
believe me, l never saw neater lookin
spats than that selfsame young woma
had about her slim wee ankles. and the
were the ones she told me.
NANCY WYNNE.