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FWIC Release From the Bharatiya Granin Mahila Sangh ll'l the Central State of Madhya Fraderh, In- lia, comes word of the completion of the :raining Centre on Rao Road, just outside the ,jty of Indore. The Federated Women‘s Instiâ€" gtes of Canada voted $900.00 at the National fonvention in August 1970 to help to com- rlete this Centre. A photo received of the wuilding shows a very attractive one. that will .e most welcome in the area. Mrs. Krishna Agarwal, State President of jGMS plans to bring leading village women 9 the centre for a period of training in child are, family planning, food preparation, gar- -ening and all those subjects of interest and alue to Homemakers. Housing is available in he immediate area for the trainees. TV is un- .nown and few radios make teaching programs nost important in the Village Centres. Those aking the training courses take this knowledge rack to the villagers. This gift to India is in addition to the "Pen- ties For Friendship Fund" that supports the \ssocizrted Country Women of the World Proâ€" ,ram, This is a completely Voluntary Fund. tell supported by FWIC members in Canada \ith donation in the five figures. The 13th Trienniel Conference of ACWW till he held in Oslo Norway. this August when 'anada will be represented by 9 delegates from 'WIC besides those from the provinces. PEEBQGIES at the Junior Women's Institute Annual Meet- '"9 c“SF-tittying the winning entry in the contest for The Junior Enthusiast. the magazine for the Junior Women's Institute members. SUMMER 197'! The quitt made by the members of the Teeswaler Junior Women's Institute, * * it ON TH F. ROAD Ever just over the top of the next brown rise I expect some wonderful thing to flatter my eyes. "\Vhat's yonder!" I ask of the first wayfarer I meet. "Nh’r"'h"v dl'k - 'l- or mg... e answers. an on s at my rrase worn feet. "Only more hills and more hills. like the many you’ve passed, \Vith rough country between. and a poor enough inn 3: the last." But already I am a-move, for I see he is blind, And I hate thar old grumble I've listened to time out of mind. l've rramped it too long not to know there is truth in it still, That lure Of the turn Hf the road. of the crest of the hill. 80 1 breast me the rise with full hope. well assured I shall see Some new prospect of joy, some brave venture eHiptue for me. For I have come far, and confronted the calm and the strife; l have fared wide. and hit deep in the apple of life. I! is sweet at the rind. but oh. sweeter Still at [he COTE; And whatever hr.- gained. yet the reach of [he morrow is more. A: the crest of the hill 1 shall hail the new summits to climbâ€" The demand of my vision shall beggar the lnrgesse of time; For I knnw that the higher I press, the wider 1 View, The more‘s to he ventured and \‘isinned, in worlds that are new. So when my feet. failing. shall stumble in ultimate dark. And faint eyes no more the high lift of the pathway shall mark. There under the dew I'll lie down with my dreams. for I know \Vhar bright hill-tops the morning will show me, all red in the glow. â€"Char|e.s G. D. Roberts. 1': i' 1‘: 45