joyment from a June day ramble must be very blind or very dull. All this applies of course to this season in the temperate zone of the Northern Hemisphere.

It is hard to realize that our antipodean brothers are in the depths of winter while we are having such delightful outof-door weather, and we feel like extending to them our sympathy. It must be strange to people born in Australia, for instance, to read about our June; although not any more so perhaps than for us to read of an Australian Christmas celebrated with the thermometer at 90 degrees in the shade. We are thoroughly satisfied with our arrangement.

We want Christmas to come 'mid ice and snow, like the youth who bore aloft the banner with the strange device, and we want the month of June to stay right where it is in the calendar and continue to be the best month in all the year.

What to Teach a Daughter.

Teach her, says the Ladies' Home Journal, that not only must she love her father and mother, but honor them in word and deed.

That work is worthy always when it is well done.

That the value of money is just the good it will do in life, but that she ought to know and appreciate this value.

That the man who wishes to marry her is the one who tells her so and is willing to work for her, and not the one who whispers silly love speeches and forget that men cease to be men when they have no object in life.

That her best confidant is always her mother, and that no one sympathizes with her in her pleasures and joys as you do.

Teach her to think well before she says no or yes, but to mean it when she does.

Teach her to avoid men who speak lightly of any of the great duties of life, who show in their appearance that their habits are bad.

Teach her that her own room is her nest, and that to make it sweet and attractive is a duty as well as a pleasure.

Teach her that if she can sing or read or draw, or give pleasure in any way by

her accomplishments, she is selfish and unkind if she does not do this gladly.

Teach her to be a woman self-respecting, honest, loving and kind, and then you will have a daughter who will be a pleasure to you always and a blessing to the man fortunate enough to win her.

Appreciative.

[Dedicated to my dear friends, the members of the W. D. Robinson Division, 349, G. I. A., at Washington, Ind., with my earnest wishes for their success.]

There is a merry little band they named the G.I.A.,
They live in Indiana at Washington so gay;
And tho' they are just starting in I very well can

see

For earnest willing workers, no better can there be. Their names I will endeavor to write up in this

song.

But should I tell their qualities, the rhyme would be too long;

And Mesdames-as I start with sufficient too must

be

To answer then for all time-I couldn't-Mrs. each you see,

There are Robinson and Nimnicht, Miller, Borders, Schwab and Guth;

And perfect in their manners, these ladies are in truth.

Again, there's Stump and Sullivan, also Albertie (The last named married my son-in-law), now guess who he can be,

There's Boas and Haag and Muster, McKinster, and then Day,

When it comes to speaking up in Lodge they are hard to beat they say,

There's Conaty and Donnels and Markel, also

Lynch.

Of all our Lady Orders this Lodge has got a cinch, There's Gilley, and there's Wagoner tho' last they

are not least

To encourage on the Order they do their very best; And so Dear Mrs. Cassell how I wish that you could come

And see what welcome you would get at every Lady's home,

The worser halves of these dear friends work for the B. & O.

And also are dear friends of mine of twenty years ago;

God keep these jolly fellows while they are out upon the Line,

God bring them back in safety to their families every time.

Could I but have the power to waft a Wizard's Magic Hand

What wonders would I not perform upon this little band,

But a higher power than mine will hold them in His care.

Success to W. D. Robinson Lodge shall be my daily prayer.

MRS. HENRY B. JONES, Washington, Ind,

Div. No. 349-First Ball.

WASHINGTON, IND., May 3, 1905. On the 21st ult. being Easter Monday night, Div. 349, of the G. I. A., gave their first ball and entertainment at the Masonic Hall and lodge room in this city. This Division has only been organized by Sister Sursa of Evansville a few months ago, and has been named the W. D. Robinson, in honor of the late W. D. Robinson, one of the founders of the noble order of the B. of L. E., and father of Engineer Byron Robinson of the B. & O. S. W.

On the above night the hall was beautifully decorated with bunting and B. of L. E. mottoes, also a large picture of W. D. Robinson hung in a conspicuous position on the wall. Although the tickets were sold at $1 each it is surprising how quickly the ladies succeeded in disposing of them, clearing $123.

An orchestra composed of the best talent in the city rendered sweet music, and such entrancing strains of waltzes, schottisches, etc., were so deftly performed that those who had only meant to be onlookers, found it impossible to resist the temptation of a whirl on the floor. It is possible that a greater number could have been present, but the public fully understood that none but the crème de la crème would be admitted, so there was a very select party in attendance. The beautifully dressed ladies, the smiling faces of their manly escorts, and the light-heartedness of the participants made a spectacle that could not be excelled in any community. Those not wishing to dance were entertained at flinch in the lodge room; two beautiful prizes given the fortunate winners; Mrs. Lon Helphenstine won the silver punch ladle, and Mr. William Kramer a toilet brush of equal value. Fruit drinks of the most delicious flavors were furnished free, and as I am a connoisseur of those things I can attest to the quality and quantity.

At 9 P. M., sharp, Sister Hartman of Evansville and Bro. Will Borders of this city led the grand march, in which all took part. About twenty years ago, at Evansville, I had the pleasure of follow

ing Sister Hartman in a similar march, and she certainly has not lost any of her old-time energy. Brother Hartman was also present. I should very much like to give a more personal description of each one present, but I see Sister Cassell's eyebrows lifting just a little bit so I will stop, ere a frown will appear on her usually smiling countenance.

I notice in this month's issue where B. K. M. remembers Mother Jones. Well, dear B. K. M., I am just the same as ever, but I think you owe me a personal letter. With kindest regards to all my old friends in general and Sister Cassell and Shandy Maguire in particular,

I am as ever, the R. R. boys' friend,
MRS. HENRY B. JONES.

Beautiful Flowers.

INDIANAPOLIS, IND., April 20, 1905. Officers and Members of Monumental Div. 128:

KIND SISTERS: I trust that not one of you will ever know how grateful I was for your kind expression of sympathy in flowers; for to realize such gratitude would be its experience, which would bring sadness and sorrow to your homes, but when unfortunately such environments do exist those beautiful bouquets are a wonderful source of pleasure and comfort to the sad hearts, for in their beauty they give such a vivid expression of the mighty thought of "sympathy" that always beams in the hearts of the good. Such pleasures and comforts having for their source the best of friends the same today and at all times like my esteemed Sisters of Monumental Division are as sunshine to a home, and productive of happiness, for kindness is the sweet solace of our daily life.

Man is not given that Godlike unselfishness that thinks of another's good as do the members of the G. I. A., for the Sisters when working for themselves are working for us all. Each progressive blow they strike helps to mold the B. of L. E. Our dear departed Sister Mrs. Frazier, who was too ill to write, requested me when acknowledging your kindness to express her gratitude for a like favor, and

I assure you she was not indifferent to your kindness. Having been so closely associated with her I can realize how you will miss that beautiful white head from your midst, and the sadness of heart you each will experience to be deprived of that sweet companionship and sisterly affection. But our loss was her gain.

J. M. WILLIAMS. Organizers and Inspectors for Term End. ing May 30, 1906.

Divisions have been assigned as follows: To Mrs. T. C. Clark, No. 11 Hakes Av.. Hornellsville, N. Y.-6, 11, 23, 56, 66, 78, 120, 145, 204, 232, 275, 276 and 153.

Mrs. F. E. Johnson, No. 3308 E. Broad St., Richmond, Va.-87, 115, 124, 211, 222, 277, 71, 105 and 203.

Mrs. T. C. Smith, 675 N. 34th St., W. Philadelphia, Pa.-42, 95, 137, 109, 310, 307, 141, 321, 60, 340, 326, 80 and 226.

Mrs. Kate Ford, 545 S. Fourth Av., Tucson, Ariz.-243 and 104.

Mrs. W. A. Murdock, No. 1560 Fulton St., Chicago, Ill -241, 10, 309, 261, 230, 168, 99, 357, 49, 348 and 79.

Mrs. J. J. Dorsey, No. 822 N. Sixth St., Springfield, Ill.-16, 47, 50, 55, 58, 86, 136, 174, 179, 252, 306 and 342.

Mrs. Geo. Riley, E. Mauch Chunk, Carbon Co., Pa.-72, 121, 27, 112, 253, 335, 332 and 328.

Mrs. J. A. Morton, No. 381 Case St.. St. Paul, Minn.-185, 209, 218, 298, 299, 53, 125, 173, 187, 247, 338, 175 and 347.

Mrs. J. H. Riple, No. 1406 18th St., Altoona, Pa.-20, 28, 32, 59, 67, 70, 97, 139, 319, 217, 147, 157 and 334.

Mrs. R. M. Mays, No. 700 W. Texas St., Denison, Tex.-194, 90, 251, 196, 296, 206, 301, 286, 314, 354 and 533.

Mrs. J. H. Peek, No. 538 Central Av., Albany, N. Y.-100, 198 and 214.

Mrs. Mary A. Mead, No. 131 E. Fifth St., Peru, Ind.-4, 18, 19, 26, 57, 126, 345 and 263.

Ia.-69, 74, 24, 266, 220, 164, 166, 343, 341, 127 and 149.

Mrs. F. A. Sproule,. No. 77 Louisa St., Toronto Junction, Ont., Can.-92, 213. 202, 161, 131, 324, 337, 346, 171, 297 and 352.

Mrs. John Crotty, No. 711 Chestnut St., Denison, Tex.-227, 197, 300 and 302.

Mrs. J. Frank Cook, No. 110 S. State St., Concord, N. H.-61, 81, 107, 114, 118, 119, 155, 177, 205, 224, 233, 256, 259, 281 and 353.

Mrs. J. Carlin, Crewe, Va.-68 and 331. Mrs. O. E. Hawkins, No. 1211 S. 11th St., Denver, Col.-330, 242, 268 and 273.

Mrs. J. G. Bailey, No. 259 Swan St., Buffalo, N. Y.-38, 201, 244, 264, 234, 250, 73, 75, 134, 215, 249, 272, 292, 315 and 351.

Mrs. H. M. Stetler, No. 2264 Gladys Av., Chicago, Ill.-1, 113, 182, 190, 216, 218, 290, 304 and 320.

Mrs. C. D. Sursa, No. 126 Cumberland Av., Howell, Ind.-14, 91, 103, 130, 132, 159, 169, 186, 207, 221, 239, 225, 313, 71, 128 and 349.

Mrs. J. Balz, No. 2286 N. Hermitage Av., Ravenswood, Ill.-5, 40, 96, 165, 236, 245, 246, 262, 231, 255 and 238.

Mrs. P. J. Culkin, No. 211 N. Hamlin Av., Chicago, Ill.-31, 35, 36, 54, 135, 146, 229, 274 and 193.

Mrs. Frank Howard, No. 19 Clinton St., Newark, O.-88, 110, 111, 117, 172, 2, 7, 333, 228, 12, 76, 178 and 192.

Mrs. J. R. Crittenden, No. 1111 W. Fifth Av., Knoxville, Tenn.-21, 45, 129, 176, 210, 265, 270, 308, 257 and 258.

Mrs. B. Lightener, No. 914 E St., Sacramento, Cal.-48, 180 and 163.

Mrs. Lizzie D. Armstrong, No. 210912 Howard St., San Francisco, Cal.-156, 106, 339 and 350.

Mrs. F. M. Simms, No. 1521 E. Washington St., Indianapolis, Ind.-29, 93, 316, 344, 143, 62, 65, 167, 278 and 303.

Mrs. Amos Beeler, No. 823 Madison St., Topeka, Kan.-3, 39, 34, 46, 77, 83, 98, 184, 282 and 293.

Mrs. R. Button, No. 601 Campbell Av., Detroit, Mich.-13, 17, 22, 63, 284, 8, 9, 25 and 294.

Mrs, W. B, Horstman, No. 812 Market

Mrs. Carrie B. Downs, No. 1603 Washington Av., Parsons, Kan.-254, 15, 33, 44, 80 and 158.

Mrs. W. A. Noleman, No. 1838 Roberson Av., Springfield, Mo.-30, 37, 240, 295 and 311.

Mrs. C. M. Goodrich, No. 681 Tenth Av., Clinton, Ia.-51, 151, 183 and 195.

Mrs. Lydia Douglas, N. Platte, Neb.85, 102, 108, 144, 237 and 301.

Mrs. J. Haley, No. 161 Charles St., St. Paul, Minn.-101, 154, 267, 285, 312, 318, 323, 325 and 327.

Mrs. J. B. Libby, No. 1920 Maxwell St., Cheyenne, Wyo.-200.

Mrs. C. H. Weekley, No. 14 Osmond st.-Atlanta, Ga.-260, 283 and 140.

Mrs. J. H. Sims, No. 800 W. Reed St., Moberly, Mo.-171.

Mrs. H. C. Moore, No. 207 S. Wilhite St., Cleburne, Tex.-181.

Mrs. Susie Wood, No. 223 S. Broad St., Ft. Scott, Kan.-212, 287, 133 and 228.

Mrs. Anna Horning, No. 242 E. Williams St., Ft. Wayne, Ind.—279 and 289. MRS. W. A. MURDOCK, G. P.

New Divisions.

DIV. 349 ORGANIZED.

The W. D. Robinson, Div. 349, was organized in Washington, Ind., Wednesday, March 1, with eighteen or more charter members. This Division was organized by Mrs. Chas. Sursa of Div. 136; she was assisted in the work by Sisters Fitzsimons, Hartman and Clark of Div. 174, who accompanied her from Evansville, Ind.

Div. 349 was launched under most favorable auspices; composed of a bright, intelligent and much interested band of ladies, and best of all the hearty co-operation of the brothers.

On my arrival at Masonic Hall for organization, I found thirteen ladies waiting to assume the obligation and receive instruction in the secret work. After which followed election and installa

tion of officers. We adjourned to meet the following afternoon for further instruction in ritual work.

Sister Borders entertained the Sisters in the evening, cards and flinch being the evening's amusement. Dainty refreshments were served, after which we bid our hostess good night, with best wishes for Div. 349.

This Division bears the name of W. D. Robinson, the founder and first Grand Chief of the B. of L. E., and as we look back over the early history of the order, then known as the Brotherhood of the Footboard, we learn of the trials and hardships which he and his followers were subjected to and of his firmness and determination to advance the cause which was for the betterment and protection of the Locomotive Engineer. These men,

whose only glory was the consciousness of duty, have given us this Brotherhood, which has culminated in such grand results. In the spirit of justice and appreciation, we do honor and reverence them whose names are not found on the pages of history, nor engraved on memorial shafts.

Mr. Robinson was for a time a resident of Washington, and his remains rest in Oak Grove Cemetery at that place. He has two sons in active service on the B. & O. While in that city I was the guest of Mr. and Mrs. Byron Robinson. Sister Stump, who has taken a withdrawal from Div. 41, to join this Division, deserves great praise for her unflinching and never tiring efforts in working up this Division. ORGANIZED.

The Climax.

[Courtesy of Brother Joseph Wilber Horstrant, of Division 542.]

"Beware."

Editha was a cautious little maid,
Whose motto was the single word,
She never lost a chance to be afraid,
And spent a deal of time in "taking care; "
Yet all the while her natural timidity
She hid beneath a mask of intrepidity.

Obliged one day upon a railway train
To sit beside a grave, sedate young man,
A sudden terror filled Editha's brain,
He'll surely pick my pocket if he can.
'Tis true he looks respectable, but then
The worst of sharpers pose as gentlemen.

They reached a tunnel in another minute,
And Editha, with her customary care,

To guard her pocket slipped her hand within it,
But found another hand already there;
To show her fortitude and hide her fright
She grasped the villain's fist and held it tight

Until they reached the open track again,
And as the train into the daylight rushed
As if it fain would break its record,
Then no wonder that the modest maiden blushed,
No wonder that the villain smiled a smile :
Her hand was in his pocket all the while.

Mongrel Gets Half Column Paid Obituary

in Louisville, Ky., Newspaper.

LOUISVILLE, KY., May 2.-In memory of "Billy" Hansbrough, a half column paid notice appears today in a Louisville newspaper. Billy was a dog, a mongrel. His master and mistress were Captain and Mrs. William Y. Hansbrough, of 740 Fifth street, the Captain being a passenger conductor on the Louisville & Nashville railroad. One hundred and twenty-four lines of nonpareil type are devoted to the sad tale of Billy's career, or how, when a pup, he was picked up on the street, in Paducah, Ky., by his master; how, in time, master and mistress "forgot that he was a browneyed, sweet-faced dog, and became their little child and sunbeam. The suddenness of Billy's death," the memorial will say, "has left desolation in its path."

Captain and Mrs. Hansbrough tell how, after Billy had been stricken with stomach trouble, Sunday, April 16, "they sat up all that night and kept warm flannels to his little cold body. When the morning came he seemed better and took his usual little walk with his master, came back and had his feet bathed and then got up in his chair at the table."

The memorial concludes with a description of the ride to the cemetery, and "while a little bird in a tree above them was singing they laid their darling to rest in the family graveyard in a space between that which is reserved for his master and mistress, and as they turned from that little grave they knew it would be their only comfort while they lived."

Mrs. Hansbrough, almost on the verge of nervous prostration, talked about Billy.

"I believe his death will kill me. People may think it strange that we loved our dog so, but he was almost human."

When I read this article in our daily newspaper I was filled with disgust, and my first thought was, "I am glad it was not an engineer and wife who made such fools of themselves." Dear Sister, if you have no dear children of your own, and feel the need of something upon which to lavish your mother instincts and affection, look about you and find some poor, neglected child, one of God's creatures,

take it into you heart and home, and watch it expand and blossom into beautiful childhood; see what love and nourishment will do for one of these little ones that are actually suffering for the want of just such affection and care as was lavished upon this miserable dog. We can love and care for a faithful dog in the proper way, but to give a dog a place in our hearts and homes that a child should occupy, seems to me a thing worthy of contempt. There are so many of God's little ones that could be saved to good and useful lives if such people as this Mr. and Mrs. Hansbrough would only take them in place of a dog, and give them the same attention. I trust this couple may now "wash" the feet of some weary child and give it the vacant chair at the table, and see if a smiling childish face will not repay them a thousand-fold more than the whinings of a spoiled dog.

God has said, "Inasmuch as ye have done it unto the least of one of these, my children, ye have done it unto me." M. E. CASSELL.

A Definition of Pluck.

A London paper asked for a definition of "pluck" and the following are some of the best answers sent in:

Silent endurance coupled with cheerful energy.

The bow from which are shot the arrows of heroism.

Pluck is that spirit in man which fails to understand the meaning of despair.

Fearlessness free from foolhardiness. That which enables one when fighting against adverse circumstances and knocked down, to rise and try another round. Honest daring without caring.

The absence of fear in the presence of danger.

The stuff that heroes are made of. The courage to do the right thing at the right moment.

The indomitable "I will," before which the mountains of fear become molehills. That which keeps a man up when he's down.

The offspring of courage and the mother of success.