Fall, 1958
THE FEDERATION JOURNAL
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Resolution Committee Reports
We. your Resolution Committee
wish to make the following re
port;
1. That application blanks be pro
vided for new clubs wishing to
affiliate with the Federation;
and that instructions for be
coming federated clubs be
mimeographed and put in the
hands of the state organizers.
2. That the state Constitution be
be revised.
3. That the president be empow
ered to appoint a “Sergeant-at-
arms” to enforce the time limit
for reports and to see that the
meetings are prompt and
orderly.
4. We recommend that some rec
ognition be given the District
with the largest increase in
clubs—both adult and youth.
5. That cards be provided at the
registration desk to be filled
out for deceased members of
the club.
6. That the Executive Board work i
out a more co-ordinated organ
ization for the youth depart- j
ment,
7. We recommend that the appli-1
cants for scholarships qualify i
with high scholarship and
character; and that this schol
arship be offered for four
years, if the student proves
worthy; also that the number
receiving them be determined
by the amount of funds budget
ed for scholarship.
8. We recommend that local clubs
send more news to be publish
ed in the journal and that these
reports be brief, and more pub
licity through the newspapers.
9. We ask that efforts be made in
our high schools to discourage
illigitimacy; that these unwed
mothers not be regarded honors
at graduation.
The Resolution Committee
Poetry Corner
The Man In The Looking Glass
When you get what you want in
your struggle for pelf,
And the world makes you king for
a day.
Just go to the mirror and look at
yourself
And see what that guy has to say.
It isn’t your Father nor Mother or
Wife
Whose judgment upon you must
pass.
But the fellow whose verdict
counts most in your life.
Is the guy staring back in the
glass.
He’s the fellow to please
Never mind all the rest.
For he’s with you clear up to the
end.
And you’ve passed your most dan
gerous and difficult task.
If the guy in the glass is your
friend.
You may be like Jack Horner,
And chisel a plum.
And think you’re a wonderful
guy,
But the guy in the glass says;
You’re no good at all
If you can’t look him square in
the eye.
You may fool all the world
Down the pathway of years,
And get pats on the back as you
pass,
But your final reward will be
heart-ache and tears.
If you’ve cheated the guy in the
glass.
You Tell Me I Am Getting Old ...
You tell me I am getting old.
I tell you that’s not so!
The “house” I live in is worn out,
and that, of course, I know.
It’s been in use a long, long while;
it’s weathered many a gale;
I’m really not surprised you think
it’s getting somewhat frail.
The color changing on the roof,
the windows getting dim.
The walls a bit transparent and
looking rather thin,
The foundation not so steady as
once it used to be —
My “house” is getting shaky, but
my “house” isn’t ME!
My few short years can’t make me
old. I feel I’m in my youth.
Eternity lies just ahead, a life of
joy and truth.
I’m going to live forever, there;
life will go on — it’s grand!
You tell me I am getting old? You
just don’t understand.
The dweller in my little “house”
is young and bright and gay;
Just starting on a life to last
throughout eternal day.
You only see the outside, which
is all that most folks see.
You tell me I am getting old?
You’ve mixed my “house” with
ME!
—Dora Johnson (88 year young)
Now I Lay Me
Down to Wake
A cross I often have to bear
Is wakefulness, but why despair?
It may not put me in the pink.
But I get extra time to think
Of pleasant things. And further
more.
To hear my lord and master snore
Enchants me, for it proves my
dear
Is where he ought to be—right
here.
Warrenton
Reports Progress
A summary of the activities
carried on in the club during the
year 1957-58.
Our first meeting was in Octo
ber. The president brought greet
ings and gave a very interesting
report on the state meeting held
at Palmer Memorial Institute, Se-
dalia, N. C.
Three new members joined,
Mrs. Nancy Green, Mrs. Portia
Barnes and Mrs. Ophelia Davis.
A bridal shower was held for
our corresponding secretary. A
dinner was planned to raise
money to swell our treasury. The
dinner was very successful.
During the year we donated to
the children’s ward. Cancer, Red
Cross, March of Dimes, T. B.
Drive and the Blind.
We gave a gift to a graduating
j student at Hawkins High School.
! A contribution was sent to the
; Braille Magazine. A small spring
donation was sent to the chil
dren’s ward since the convention.
Cards of convalescence and
condolence and flowers were sent
to the sick and deceased.
Our regular meeting was held
in June. The president told of the
happenings at the convention
which was very interesting. We
closed out until September 1958.
Mrs. Laura E. Plummer
President
Mrs. Ella M. Christmas
Secretary
Club officers; Mrs. L. E. Plum
mer, President, Box 478, Warren
ton, N. C.; Mrs. E. M. Christmas,
Secretary, Route 1, Box 328-A,
Norlina, N. C.
Number of meetings held this
year—6. Number of active mem
bers—13. Number of deaths—1.
Flower and Art
Club News
After the wonderful experience
j of sharing the responsibility of
I host to the Annual Federation
Convention we turned to our out
ing. It was most enjoyable
We traveled by a five-car mo
torcade to Raleigh taking one
guest per member with us. There
we visited the beautiful Museum
of Art where a guide showed us
around the first floor and told us
something of the origin of the
museum. Then we were left to
prowl for a while. Dinner was
next in order, so we spread our
picnic lunches at Chavis Park.
Soon we folded up our baskets
and drove to the Raleigh-Durham
Airport. There we saw the large
planes come and go. This was fas
cinating for almost none had had
this experience before. The great
est thrill came when we were al
lowed to go upon a plane just
arrived and leaving for Chicago
shortly. It was surprising to see
how comfortable they are and
like a train on the inside.
Such thoughts as these, delightful,
too,
Keep hours, nocturnal, far from
blue.
How fortunate am I, forsooth.
That I have not one aching tooth.
And that the rent is paid besides —
I’m quite the luckiest of brides.
My potted ivy’s flourishing.
And though our bird won’t talk,
he’ll sing.
What’s more, my towering teen
age son
Is an outstanding sugar bun.
And though sometimes he’s fresh
as paint.
I’d worry if he were a saint;
So I maintain I’d be a creep
To squander time in wanton sleep
When I can brood on quelque
choses
Like these assorted sweetheart
roses.
—Margaret Fishback Antolini
The members are all deep in
plans for the Annual Community
Flower and Handicraft Show
sponsored by our club. The dates
are September 13 and 14. It prom
ises to be the best yet as each
member is pledged to solicit dis
plays from at least three non-club
people of the community. The
show will be open to visitors, Sat
urday afternoon and night, also
Sunday from three to eleven.
Fannie Kee Maggette
Secretary
THE WEAVER
By Chesla Holt Fulmer
Dear God, I snarled the living
threads thou gavest.
My weaving had been careless
and untrue;
I sought the threads of scarlet and
of silver.
And cast asied the skeins of som
ber hue.
My hands had been too eager and
too thoughtless.
They grasped at selfish need and
lighter tone;
They broke the threads meant for
the deeper background
And strove to weave for mirth
and joy alone.
I prayed forgiveness for my care
less weaving,
I asked new threads, more bril
liant ones to add;
And found that I must weave
with what thou gavest.
And make my tapestry with what
I had.
I took a thread of pain and one of
pity,
And thought them somber colors
till they lay
Between the threads of scarlet
and silver.
My tapestry is beautiful today!