a given in honour of sun Tweedsmuir at Laurier Tuesday, June Women‘s Institute ntario Department of ‘re, with Anna P. Direclor, as hostess. w left to right: Mrs. r, Miss Anna P. Lewis, edsmuir, Mrs. Herbert rs. Leslie Davis. Suck ft to right: Mrs. L Mrs. C Dewar, Mrs‘ _ hid. Miss Ina Hodgins, ‘ . Skinner, Mrs, Maude . R. Blair. Weedsmuir is a keen In- orker in her home at Elstield Manor. Be- ; Ottawa for a few days rote Miss Lewis and ,rmal meeting was or- with women from near- by Institutesl -M. Smith of Port Dover Institute sends clipping from the London Sunday Graphic d “100 Women In Stoney Creek Started Ething.†The article tells how the W0- Institute movement began in Ontario in and moved to Britain in 1915, where they have 8,000 groups With half a million a bers; how the idea was carried to other tries with the result that there are now en’s organizations in other countries join , .Women’s Institutes to make up the Asso- -e'd Country Women of the World. national targets of the British Institutes . uthor lists “the cleaning up of children’s ics, all-out campaigns against cruelty to ran and against shoddy goods, and that should be stamped with the date of ar- at the packing station." * Q‘ 3t 3h p a letter thanking Miss Lewis for W0â€" ’5 Institute literature and a history of the I? Veshford, North Bath, England, says: “Our » stary has written to our link, Hockley y, and has sent literature, our county dar and a description of our Women's tute. Our members are all very thrilled e idea of a link in Canada, and we hope .may be some pen friendships. In Bath Links With Britain our main link with Canada is that General Wolfe was staying there in his parents' house when Pitt sent for him to send him on the campaign which ended at Quebec. The house is still in existence. My husband‘s great uncle was A.D.C. to Wolfe and was wounded when he was killed,†MY TIME By Helen Cowles Lo (Iran I have no time for Envy Straight ahead lsee the golden path of my desire 7 But Envy’s ways are strange; her slaves are led Astray until they sink into the mire. I have no time for Anger. Free, my eyes See clear and true, and help me on my way! But Anger clouds their sight; her cruel lies Obscure the beauty of my perfect day, I have no time for Worry. Fear would hold My feet, and make me stiflt and halt and lame! But free, I travel where my path is gold, And all may see the road by which I came! But I have time for Love and time for Play â€" Yes, all the time there is, is mine to use; And I have time for Work. I plan my day For these alone â€"â€" yes, these alone I choose, 23