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A WORD
WITH THE WOMEN

(By Elia W. Peattie)

The women's Easter edition of the
Enterprise is very interesting, indeed.
It covers a wide range of subjects, and
is written simply and unaffectedly,
which is saying a good deal, as many
of the contributors are novices in the
matter of writing for the press. Like
the women's edition of the Bee, it lacks
humor. Women are too horribly solemn
to make up a sheet which will stand
every day rending. It's all very well
once in a while, and the women certainly
display remarkably good sense,
use dignified English, and advocate
lofty reforms. But they are wearisomely
grave. The Enterprise is no
more so than every paper issued by
women this last twelve month. It is, in
many respects above the average of
women's papers in interest, for it chronicles
the development of a race that a little
over a quarter of a century ago was
in shackles. The women who write so
gracefully and so sincerely, are the descendants
of slave-women, who know no
form of personal liberty, and whose education
depended upon the casual service
performed by some little white child
who, if his heart moved him, might instruct
his nurse in the alphabet. All
women in this city should read the
Easter edition of the Enterprise. It
fills one with a deep optimism, it convinces
one that there is no night so
dark, it will not see the dawn, no storm
so terrible that calm will not follow."

The Chapel of the Carpenter, is the one
church, as everybody in this town
knows, which has found its way down
to the Bottoms. The people, who, by
reason of their poverty, are practical
outcasts in other places of worship, may
kneel here, and worship, free from
chagrin, or shyness or sense of being
patronized. No Christian work in the
city has more reed of preservation. Yet
perhaps no work receives less support.
There are to be three entertainments at
the First Congregational church for the
benefit of the chapel. The first lecture
was given last night by Mrs. Keysor. The
second is also a lecture, and will be given
April 11 by Rev A. Holden Byles, on
'The Life and Writings of Charles
Kingsley" Mr. Byles enjoyed the
friendship of Kingsley, and his lecture
will therefore have that charm which attaches
to the words of a friend. The
last entertainment will be April 20. It
is a miscellaneous entertainment called,
'An Evening with Tennyson." Miss
Van Gleson, the talented young reader,
will recite some of the master's most
exquisite poems, Miss Irene Byrne, who
has won the reputation of being one of
the most brilliant women in the
Woman's club, in spite of her youth will
have a paper. There will be others to
assist, and the songs of Tennyson will
be sung.

It is the time for gardening. The
yards need taking, the sweet peas
ought to be put in. The loose boards in
the sidewalk should be nailed in place.
The odds and ends which will accumilate
over winter, need burning. There is almost
no excuse for an untidy yard. It
does not require money to make a clean
yard. It requires merely energy--which
is perhaps, the thing some people have
the least of. It does not even need a
man. In fact, unless a man be accustomed
to manual labor, he is liable
to weary sooner of work in the yard
than a woman. Any woman can use a
rake, a small shovel, a hoe and a hammer
and this is the best season of the
year to show such skill. Omaha looks
untidy enough at best. Its ragged clay
banks, in remarkable cheese-shaped projections
of dirt, its long bare spaces
and, at present, its dirty streets, are
distressing enough to view. But at
least the yards may be tidied.

A boy and girls bicycle free to the
boy or girl who can get the most votes
in the World Herald's Piano contest.

A WORD WITH THE WOMEN
(By Elia W. Peattie)

The women's Easter edition of the Enterprise is very interesting, indeed. It covers a wide range of subjects, and is written simply and unaffectedly, which is saying a good deal, as many of the contributors are novices in the matter of writing for the press. Like the women's edition of the Bee, it lacks humor. Women are too horribly solemn to make up a sheet which will stand every day rending. It's all very well once in a while, and the women certainly display remarkably good sense, use dignified English, and advocate lofty [?]. But they are wearisomely grave. The Enterprise is no more so than every paper issued by women this last twelve month. It is, in many respects above the average of women's papers in interest, for it chronicles the development of a race that a little over a quarter of a century ago was in shackles. The women who write so gracefully and so sincerely, are the descendants of slave-women, who know no form of personal liberty, and whose education depended upon the casual service performed by some little white child who, if his heart moved him, might instruct his nurse in the alphabet. All women in this city should read the Easter edition of the Enterprise. It fills one with a deep optimism, it convinces one that there is no night so dark, it will not see the dawn, no storm so terrible that calm will not follow."

The Chapel of the Carpenter, is the one church, as everybody in this town knows, which has found its way down to the Bottoms. The people, who, by reason of their poverty, are practical outcasts in other places of worship, may kneel here, and worship, free from chagrin, or shyness or sense of being patronized. No Christian work in the city has more reed of preservation. Yet perhaps no work receives less support. There are to be three entertainments at the First Congregational church for the benefit of the chapel. The first lecture was given last night by Mrs. Keysor. The second is also a lecture, and will be given April 11 by Rev A. Holden Byles, on 'The Life and Writings of Charles Kingsley" Mr. Byles enjoyed the friendship of Kingsley, and his lecture will therefore have that charm which attaches to the words of a friend. The last entertainment will be April 20. It is a miscellaneous entertainment called, 'An Evening with Tennyson." Miss Van Gleson, the talented young reader, will recite some of the master's most exquisite poems, Miss Irene Byrne, who has won the reputation of being one of the most brilliant women in the Woman's club, in spite of her youth will have a paper. There will be others to assist, and the songs of Tennyson will be sung.

It is the time for gardening. The yards need taking, the sweet peas ought to be put in. The loose boards in the sidewalk should be nailed in place. The odds and ends which will accumilate over winter, need burning. There is almost no excuse for an untidy yard. It does not require money to make a clean yard. It requires merely energy--which is perhaps, the thing some people have the least of. It does not even need a man. In fact, unless a man be accustomed to manual labor, he is liable to weary sooner of work in the yard than a woman. Any woman can use a rake, a small shovel, a hoe and a hammer and this is the best season of the year to show such skill. Omaha looks untidy enough at best. Its ragged clay banks, in remarkable cheese-shaped projections of dirt, its long bare spaces and, at present, its dirty streets, are distressing enough to view. But at least the yards may be tidied.

A boy and girls bicycle free to the boy or girl who can get the most votes in the World II [?] Piano contest.