These were the active groups in 1952. These links will take you to their reports and a little history of their club with pictures!

Better Homes
Busy Bee
Canton Progressive
Cedar Valley
Go-Forth Farmerettes
Helping Hand
Jolly Neighbors
Jolly Workers
Liberty Belles
Merry Circle
Okeene Sunshine
Pleasant Valley
Red Hill
Valley Homemakers
Victory Homemakers

Blue Skirt Waltz
I dreamed of that night with you, darling when first we met;
We danced in a whirl of blue, how can my heart forget.

Blue were the skies and blue were your eyes; jut like the Blue Skirt you were;
Come back, oh lady come back, don't be blue anymore.

Open Up Your Heart
Mommy told me something a little girl should know
It's all about the devil and I've learned to hate him so.
She said he causes trouble when you let him in the room.
He will never ever leave you if your heart is filled with gloom.

So let the sunshine in, Face it with a grin.
Smilers never lose, and frowners never win,
So let the sunshine in, Face it with a grin.
Open up your heart and let the sunshine in.

When you are unhappy the devil wears a grin,
But oh, he starts to running when the light comes pouring in.
I know he'll be unhappy cause I'll never wear a frown, Maybe if we keep on smiling he'll get tired of hanging round.

Group Singing and Special Music was a big part of every meeting!

Buttons and Bows
A western ranch is just a branch of No-where Junction to me.
Gimme the city where livin's pretty and the gals wear finery.
East is east and west is west and the wrong one I have chose;
Let's go where I'll keep on wearin' those frills and flowers and buttons and bows.
Rings and things and button and bows.
Don't bury me in this prairie, Take me where the cement grows;
Let's move down to some big town, where they love a gal by the cut o' her clothes and I'll stand out in buttons and bows.

I'll love you in bucksin or skirts that I've homespun, but I'll love ya' longer, stronger where yer friends don't tote a gun.
My bones denounce the buckboard bounce and the cactus hurts my toes;
Let's vamose where gals keep usin' those silks and satins and linen that shows, and you're all mine in button and bows.

Gimme eastern trimmin' where woman are women in high silk hose and peekaboo clothes and French perfume that rocks the room & you're all mine in buttons and bows.

Alice Blue Gown
I once had a gown, it was almost new, Oh, the daintiest thing, it was sweet Alice Blue,
With little forget me nots placed here and there;
When I had it on I walked on the air.

And it wore, and it wore, and it wore,
Till it went, and it wasn't no more.
In my sweet little Alice Blue Gown,
When I first wandered down in to town,
I was both proud and shy, As I felt every eye,
But in every shop window I'd primp, passing by;
Then in manner of fashion I'd frown,
And the world seemed to smile all around,
Till it wilted I wore it,
I'll always adore it, my sweet little Alice Blue Gown.

The little silk-worms that made silk for that gown just made that much silk and then crawled in the ground,
For there never was anything like it before, And I don't dare to hope there will be any more.
But it's gone 'caus it just had to be,
Still it wears in my memory.

Young At Heart
Fairy tales can come true, it can happen to you - if you're young at heart.

For it's hard, you will find, to be narrow of mind, if you're young at heart.

You can go to extremes with impossible schemes, you can laugh when your dreams fall apart at the seams and life gets more exciting with each pasing day, and love is either in your heart or on the way.

Don't you know that it's worth every treasure on earth to be young at heart.

For as rich as you are, it's much better by far to be young at heart.

And if you should survive to a hundred and five, look at all you'll derive out of being alive, and here is the best part, you have a head start if you are among the very young at heart.

The Rose of Tralee
The pale moon was rising above the green mountain,
The sun was declining beneath the blue sea
When I stray'd with my love
To the pure crystal fountain,
That stands in the beautiful vale of Tralee.
she was lovely and fair as the rose of summer
Yet 'twas not her beauty alone that won me
On, no! 'twas the truth in her eye ever dawning
That made me love Mary,
The Rose of Tralee.
The cool shades of evening
Their mantle were spreading,
And mary all smiling was listening to me,
The moon through the valley
Her pale rays was shedding,
When I won the heart of the Rose of Tralee.
Though lovely and fair as the rose of the summer,
Yet 'twas not her beauty alone that won me
On no! 'twas the truth in her eye ever dawning,
That made me love Mary,
The Rose of Tralee.

I'll Take You Home Again, Kathleen
I'll take you home again, Kathleen,
Across the ocean wild and wide
To where your heart has ever been
Since first you were my bonny bride.
The roses all have left your check
I've watched them fade away and die
Your voice is sad when e'er you speak
And tears be dim your loving eyes.
Oh, I will take you back, Kathleen
To where your heart will feel no pain
And when the fields are fresh and green,
I'll take you to your home again.
I know you love me Kathleen, dear,
Your heart was ever fond and true
I always feel when you are near,
That life holds nothing dear but you.
The smiles that once you gave to me
I scarcely ever see them now
Tho' many, many times I see
A dark'ning shadow on your brow.

My Wild Irish Rose
My wild Irish rose,
The sweetest flow'r that grows,
You may search everywhere,
But none can compare,
With my wild Irish rose.
My wild Irish rose,
The dearest flow'r that grows,
And some day for my sake,
She may let me take
The bloom from my wild Irish rose.
When Irish Eyes are Smiling
When Irish eyes are smiling,
Sure it's like a morn in spring,
In the lilt of Irish laughter,
You can hear the angels sing.
When Irish hearts are happy
All the world seems bright and gay,
And when Irish eyes are smiling,
Sure they steal your heart away.
Noon-time is here,
The board is spread,
Thanks be to God,
Who gives us bread.