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4â€"H Homemaking Club mem- bers Rebecca Beardy and Eva Rabbilskin, wilh their fender, Mrs. Donald Stewart, model huts, scarves and purses made in their club proiect, "Accent an Accessories." Photo. Courtesy 50th Star An Indian Girls” Club By Lillian Archibald, Algoma District Home Economist of Sault Ste. Marie, and Hawk Juncâ€" tion, a railroad town 15 miles further rrlh‘ are making their debut in 4â€"H Homeâ€" ;tking Clubs this spring. Mrs. R. D. Pratt who :18 employed as a part-time secretary for the brute Economist in Sault Ste. Marie, moved 'ith her husband to Hawk Junction when he as transferred with the Algoma Central Rail- .ay. Through her enthusiasm, Mrs. Pratt was '.strumental in finding leaders for the seven lubs now operating in this area. Also making a debut in club work are 37 ndian girls who came to Sault Ste. Marie to :0 to school. They board in private homes ind range in age from 14 years to 21 years. Their leaders are mostly boarding mothers and ladies who work closely with the Department of Indian Affairs. The girls have been very enthusiastic and the challenge of learning to sew and the fact that they had new acces- sories for Easter is shown in the photograph. Since 1964, Algoma has gained 15 Homeâ€" making Clubs and 100 new members. This summer, 13 clubs and 80 girls are St“dying the Home Beautification phase of the 4-H Homemaking Garden Club as their third Project Garden Clubs have not been active in {Algoma District since 1958. Everyone is keepâ€" "lg their fingers crossed hoping this year will “Gt be a repeat of the cold wet weather of the Past two years. There are more areas farther north in Al- gorna District where 4-H Homemaking Clubs NAWA, a mining town 140 miles north SUMMER 1966 have never been heard of. Previous to this year all the work was confined to 120 miles along Highway 17 East. Now, since the High- way north has been extended. we hope that more communities will become interested. al- though Women‘s Institutes are not present. it i * AT SIXTEEN Irene McDerrnott The street lamp held us in its circle glow The way it draws gray moths around its light In summer. It was time for you to go, But still you stayed. I marvelled at the white Befeathered flakes that tangled in your hair. One crystal star got caught on up-curled lash; And clung precariously, then melted there. It looked so like a tear in its wild dash Across your scarlet cheek, I knew a mad Impulse to kiss its wetly coursing flight; But caught myself in time, for if I had, You might have vanished whitely with the night. You hugged yourself and tap-danced on the street, For it was cold. Your breath was little puffs Of misty vapor. Both my hands and feet \Vere numb, you pushed your hands inside your cuffs To keep them warm. But it was getting late, I had to make the plunge or never know: Some mumbled words fell out about a date For next week's game. You said you'd love to go: And then the door to your house opened wide â€"â€" You laughed and guessed you'd have to go inside. 25