Glimpses of Fifty Years: The Autobiography of an American WomanWillard's autobiography is not only the story of an outstanding woman of the 19th century, it is the personal history of the W.C.T.U., the largest of the 19th century women's organizations. |
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... Saloon in Hillsboro , W. C. T. U. Coffee Cart , National W. C. T. U. Gavel , Portland ( Or . ) W. C. T. U. Shield , White Cross and White Shield Emblem , World's W. C. T. U. Emblem , White Rose , Metropolitan Opera House , Bourbon Jug ...
... Saloon in Hillsboro , W. C. T. U. Coffee Cart , National W. C. T. U. Gavel , Portland ( Or . ) W. C. T. U. Shield , White Cross and White Shield Emblem , World's W. C. T. U. Emblem , White Rose , Metropolitan Opera House , Bourbon Jug ...
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... saloons , no billiard halls , and that it would not need a jail . Oliver was a great wit , and amused himself by introducing outdoor antics into this dignified assembly , much to my disgust , and I kept telling him that if he dropped ...
... saloons , no billiard halls , and that it would not need a jail . Oliver was a great wit , and amused himself by introducing outdoor antics into this dignified assembly , much to my disgust , and I kept telling him that if he dropped ...
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... saloons tells a whole dictionary full about our moral status . And so I am to go from home before our dear relatives come from the East , and I have not seen them in many years , not since I was a young girl . Tell Your Age . 147 They ...
... saloons tells a whole dictionary full about our moral status . And so I am to go from home before our dear relatives come from the East , and I have not seen them in many years , not since I was a young girl . Tell Your Age . 147 They ...
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... saloon is this , and what a breakfast they give us - crisp cutlets , fresh eggs , fresh rolls and coffee , and honey from Mt. Hymettus ! The creature comforts duly attended to and who forgets them ? even long - haired artists , and ...
... saloon is this , and what a breakfast they give us - crisp cutlets , fresh eggs , fresh rolls and coffee , and honey from Mt. Hymettus ! The creature comforts duly attended to and who forgets them ? even long - haired artists , and ...
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... saloons . " That's the way the men go to church here , " dryly remarked a friend . " They think they've done their whole duty when they fetch the women to mass . " Sure enough , the dingy old church was full of devout women , prostrate ...
... saloons . " That's the way the men go to church here , " dryly remarked a friend . " They think they've done their whole duty when they fetch the women to mass . " Sure enough , the dingy old church was full of devout women , prostrate ...
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Page 400 - ... fate and checks her tears. And she, the mother of thy boys. Though in her eye and faded cheek Is read the grief she will not speak, The memory of her buried Joys, And even she who gave thee birth, Will by their pilgrim-circled hearth Talk of thy doom without a sigh: For thou art freedom's now and fame's, One of the few, the immortal names, That were not born to die.
Page 15 - THE spacious firmament on high, With all the blue ethereal sky, And spangled heavens, — a shining frame, — Their great Original proclaim. The...
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Page 407 - He must remember that while he is a descendant of the past, he is a parent of the future ; and that his thoughts are as children born to him, which he may not carelessly let die.
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Page 359 - Let the word of Christ dwell in you richly in all wisdom; teaching and admonishing one another in psalms and hymns and spiritual songs, singing with grace in your hearts to the Lord. 17 And whatsoever ye do in word or deed, do all in the name of the Lord Jesus, giving thanks to God and the Father by him.
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Page 454 - Fear not: for I am with thee: I will bring thy seed from the east, and gather thee from the west; I will say to the north, Give up; and to the south, Keep not back: bring my sons from far, and my daughters from the ends of the earth...