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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 [?]. 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.

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 untiday enough at bes.t Its ragged clay banks, in remarkabled cheese-shaped projections of dirt, its long bare spaces and, at present, its dirty [?] 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.