The August meeting of the Carroll Garden Club was held on the beautiful lawn at the home of Miss Edna Fuss with the McKinstry Mills members as hostesses.
As the guests and members gathered on the lawn, we were privileged to witness a lovely sunset. Mrs. Spoerline suggested that we sing “Love is a Sweet Old Song” as the opening for our meeting. This was followed by roll call to which 16 members responded. The minutes of the previous meeting were read and approved.
The business portion of the meeting pertained to the Flower Show which is to be held this fall.
Mrs. Spoerline appointed the following committees for the show.
Arrangement Committee
Mrs. Edwin Englar-Chairman
Mrs. Charles Hesson–Mrs. Walter Speicher– Mrs Myers Englar–Mrs. WIlliam Hoffman–Mrs. Edwin Dowell
Committee for Judges
Mrs. Harry Fogle– Mrs Earle Buckey
Publicity Committee
Mrs. Edgar Barnes–Mrs Howard West
Schedule Committee
Mrs. Herbert Englar–Chairman
Mrs. Preston Myers–Miss Dorothy Zumbrum
Miss Mildred Zumbrum– Mrs. Herbert Snyer
Refreshment Committee
Mrs. Edwin Seigman
Miss Edna Fiess
Mrs Edgar Myers
Miss Doris Pitt sang two very beautiful selections entitled “Lilacs” and “One Fine Day”. She was accompanied by Miss Edna Fuss.
The main feature of the evening was a white elephant sale. This was enjoyed by all the members. The auctioneer, Mrs. Charles Roop, did an able job of getting good prices for the articles brought for sale. Approximately $15.00 was realized.
At the close of the meeting the guests and members were invited to the house where delicious refreshments were served. Miss Evelyn Fuss presided at the punch bowl.
Respectfully submitted
Miriam F. West, Sec.
Anna Spoerline, President
Lilacs (Rachmaninoff Op. 21 Number 5 Beketova)
Lyrics
Come tomorrow, at dawn,
Across the dewy lawn,
I shall breathe in morning’s freshness;
And in the shade’s perfume,
Where the crowding lilacs bloom,
For in this life one joy alone
Would the fates but let me own,
And my joy finds life within that lilac bower;
Among their verdant branches,
Mid fragrant petaled bunches
Goes my poor luck there, to flower …
I shall seek my happiness …
