The Taumarunui District Council of M.W.W.L. is holding its first annual progress day. (20TH CENTURY PHOTOGRAPHY) would drop in, and the following conversation may have been heard. ‘Hello Rangi! I brought these things along for you to take to the conference for display, do you think there'll be a display room?’ ‘Yes Janie! I'm pretty sure there'll be a display room, and I'm getting in touch with Maggie for that cloth she crocheted.’ ‘Oh yes, do! And look, I brought my cardigan, I'm sure it'll go with your floral linen frock, and how are you for a suitcase? You'd better take that new one of mine?’ ‘Oh, ta Janie. I think I will too.’ Enter another caller. ‘Hello folks! All ready for the fray?’ to hostess. ‘Oh hello Kura! Take a seat. How do you like this for a match?’ indicating linen frock and Janie's cardigan. ‘Very nice indeed Mrs ….’ in mocking seriousness. ‘And look I brought along my short coat, it might be handy to wear if it turns out chilly. What have you planned for the social evening? Practice up that song, you know …. and that recitation.’ ‘Oh Kura! My song days are over’ rather regretfully. ‘I can only tackle hymns, and no one would want to listen to them, and as for the recitation—that's stale.’ ‘No such thing,’ say callers in unison. ‘You think it stale but it will give pleasure to some at the Conference, and it's something different,’ says one. ‘And besides,’ says the other, ‘you must show them that we aren't altogether dumb.’ Much laughter and demonstrations by callers, while delegate smiles warily, fully realising her responsibility to her fellow members, and trying not to think of herself. ‘Oh well, we'll see,’ she says, Just then the telephone rings and Janie answers it. ‘Hello—yes this is 2390—yes Hera, she's here checking over her pretties—yes—yes—you don't say!—how nice—very well Hera, ta!’ ‘What's all the news?’ ask the others. ‘Hera rang to say she was up in …. on Monday and she met so-and-so and so-and-so doing their shopping for conference: they had bought evening frocks for the social and were all ready for the road.’ ‘Are you wearing your evening skirt, Rangi?’ ‘Hera said she has a nice lacey blouse to go over it, unless you're going to invest in a new evening frock.’ ‘Oh I couldn't do that, it's alright for those that can, but I'll be glad of a loan of Hera's blouse.’ ‘And she said that the Hon …. will be at the social and also …. and ….’ ‘How nice,’ says Kura, ‘I wouldn't mind being there to dance with the Hon….’ ‘Me either,’ says Janie, ‘I'm going to learn me a special waiata for next year, you'll see! And I'll go to Conference too, but just now I'd better dodge off, or my bread will be risen and overflowing, so sing out if I can help you Rangi.’ ‘I'll walk along with you Janie,’ says Kura. ‘Thank you both,’ says hostess. ‘See you on Friday.’ Friday is sale day and the little town is very busy and our delegate wends her way through the crowds often consulting and checking her list—½ yard hat veiling, safety pins, nylons, nail file, hankies, toothpaste, suede cleaner,