ready with the flowers that " stand for home," that speak of hope and 
give assurance of the common hfe of peace to which in God's good 
time we and they shall day by day awake? 
Mildred C. Prince. 
Short Hills Garden Club. 
All, All Are Gone 
I had Spiraea, rows and rows of TuHp, 
Hyacinthus, Currant, Deutzia, and Snowball; 
All, all are gone, the old famihar faces. 
I had been planting, I had been transplanting, 
Digging late, watering late. Lilac and Viburnum; 
All, all are gone, the old familiar faces. 
I loved a Quince (Cydonia Japonica) ; 
She and Narcissus were the first to go; 
All, all are gone, the old famiUar faces. 
GhostUke, I pace round the haunts of my garden; 
Earth seems a desert I am bound to traverse, 
Seeking to find the old famihar faces. 
LiHes of the Valley, lovely Forsythia, 
Merry MagnoHa, dear Doronicum — 
All, all are gone, the whole blooming catalogue. 
The Summer's Work 
on the Illinois Training Farm 
for Women 
The Ilhnois Training Farm of the Woman's Land Army is no 
longer a dream in the minds of a few women, nor is it a mere plan 
on paper. At the present moment there are forty- two active, en- 
thusiastic young women who are doing actual man's work in a man's 
way on the land, and plans for next year are spoken of as a matter 
of course. The Illinois Branch of the Council of National Defense 
has undertaken to back the Liberty Farms, and the scope of the 
work is spreading and increasing daily. 
It is difl&cult to choose which of the various farm activities to 
dwell upon at length. To see the young women mowing the hay, 
