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THE WATCHER-MOTHER By Margaret Widdemer She always leaned to watch for us, And anxious if we were late, In winter by the window, In summer by the gate; And though we mocked her tenderly. Who had such foolish care, The long way home would seem more safe Because she waited there. Her thoughts were all so full of usâ€" She never could forget! And so I think that where she is She must be watching yet, Waiting till we come home to her, Anxious if we are lateâ€" Warching from heaven's window, Leaning from heaven’s gate. * * * body in our expression of sympathy to the bereaved who are left to mourn the passmg of one of Canada’s truly fine women. At the same time we are happy to have en- joyed the friendship and co-operatiOn of one who clearly proved that she was in entire accord with the institutes in their fine work for Home and Country. ACHIEVEMENT DAY AS AN INSTITUTE MEMBER AND A MOTHER SEE IT T INWOOD INSTITUTE’S meeting folâ€" A lowing the County Achievement Day, there were comments On the Day, as viewed by an Institute member and by a mother of a club member. The Institute member, Mrs. Graham saidâ€" “As an Institute Member I’d like to tell you about Achievement Day as I saw it. I’ve been a member of the Women's Institute for quite a few years and had always been interested in the various projects which we sponsored but had never attended an achievement day. The morning of the big day I called a couple of fellow members of the Institute and we de- cided to attend. I think the first thing that struck us was the large number of mothers who were there along with their daughters. In this course the girls had each made a blouse and they were on display, all 130 of them, all around the room; also the books they had made. And what a display! The workmanship was wonderful. I think any adult could have been proud of those blouses and some of the girls who made them were only tWelve years old. During the afternoon there were several short skits which were both humorous and educational and made many of us wonder if we always considered the clothing we already had when buying something new, and just how it would fit into our wardrobe. There were also demonstrations on what was appropriate to wear for school and for ID church on Easter Sunday, and on harmrm colours, and lines that flatter the Women The afternoon for me was very pleasant and I came home feeling very proud of oar Em, and glad that I could haVe even a small p3,], in sponsoring these projects. I resolvgri that this was not my last Achievement Day," l7.ng A mother's point of view was given In Mr, Carl Lehrbrass. Following are a fen notes from Mrs. Lehrbrass‘s report: “I was very much impressed by I:‘._. in. creased attendance. Of the 130 girls wlm look the club work only two were absem The mothers were proud to see the many MHme on display and to watch the parade when their daughters modelled what they ham“ Hath The club leaders and their assistants u. .m‘vg great credit. The girls were taught to moose a basic colour and style around which in hqu their wardrobe, also to get accessories ,mm would blend well with what they had mam, In that way a girl could have several dil . , rem outfits without spending much moneye Mme. thing which must be appreciated h: hm: mothers." as a: a A SONG OF TWILIGHT By An Anonymous Mother Oh, to come home once more, when the l' i. h falling, To see the nursery lighted and the children' .Ii‘le spread: "Mother. mother, mother!" the eager voices ling, "The baby was so sleepy that he had to go In tall" Oh, [0 come home once more, and see llle v .lmr faces, Dark head, bright head, clustered at the pew Much the years have taken, when the heart I‘ path red-aces But until time is not for me, the image will r- min. Men and women now they are, Standing » mzhl and steady. Grave heart, gay heart, fit for life‘s empriw Shoulder to shoulder, how should they be bu: x-ui‘ The future shines before them with the li: it I” their own eyes. Still each answers to my call; no good lib iwL‘“ denied me, My burdens have been fitted to the little u will that's mine, Beauty, pride and peace have walked byday bewh 11"? The evening closes gently in, and how can I re: int’ But oh, to see once more, when the early rmk I~ falling, The nursery windows glowing and the children“ table spread; "MOIhEI'. mother, mother!" the high childrmMs Calling, "He couldn't stay awake for you, he had 10 t!" to bed!” HOME AND COUNTRY