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the white women who belong besides being regular members help in an advrsory way whenever they can. In March Miss Eadie had a letter from Mrs. Alice Mains. reporting the progress of the new organization. We quote from the letter In part: "I have to admit I was wrong when I thought that the women would soon lose interest in the Women‘s Institute as they seemed to have so little interest in anything else. I was at the first meeting in the fall where there were twenty-seven womenâ€"naturally everyone was curious as to what it was about. I went in February and was so surprised at the keen atâ€" titude of the seventeen members present. if this does nothing else. I think it is forming a bond of understanding between the white and Eskimo women. “At the February meeting the Eskimo women had wanted to learn how to cut dresses out of material using patterns. They know how to make ‘Mother Hubbards‘ and parkas but in making dresses they are lost. (The young girls going to school are learning. of course. but the older generation had little or no schooling.) Mrs. lenkens and Mrs. Clark helped the ones who had brought material. Everyone was down on the floor with patterns, those who hadn‘t brought material looking on. This month there was another sewing demonstration and also one on tanning caribou skins by an Eskimo woman for the white women’s benefit. I hope to see more exchanges like this. "The Roll Call in February was ‘Customs I am glad have died out‘. The answers. such as: being glad hahy girls aren‘t killed any more, glad old people don’t have to be left to die, glad people don't have to move all the time looking for food. and so on, were so interestâ€" ing to the ‘whites‘ that we have asked that it be repealed next month. When you think of how lur advanced these people actually are after only about eight years” contact with our civili- zation. it is amazing. I don't think the women are ready yet to tell stories of their way of life. but they are gradually losing their shyness, so in a few more months or a year they should be able to. "I should warn you. if you are to drop in again. that any resemblance between the wav the business meeting is run here and ‘outside’ is purely coincidental! However. the women are running their Institute themselves. We are enjoying good meetings and 1 see no reason \\hy they shouldn‘t continue to be good." 20 Roll Call at Tuktoyaktur- UKTOYAKTUC WOMAN'S INSTITUTE u‘ mt» North West Territories was ommm last fall by Miss Eadie. In the upon. sent to Miss Eadie since the new bran; been holding meetings there is an inter 1.3., account of a Roll Call: “An old custon: A”: glad we don’t follow any more." Thy ,1... some of the responses, most of them m.‘ Iv. Eskimo women: “I am glad old people are no longer an off when they are of no use any more." “Years ago a young girl ready to be n my had to make a oneâ€"piece garment out o .H. deer skins. Wearing this she was pulled n: by whatever men wanted a new wife at at- strongest got her. I am glad this CUSIR' gone." "I am glad our parents no IOnger chop ‘il mates.“ “1 am glad witch-doctors are no long. suited." “I am glad that new-born babies. in female. are no longer killed or thrown when the family is travelingâ€"as for e" on the trap lines." "I am glad that a son no longer lea old father naked in a snow house to die." “I am glad the mortality rate has drop “I am glad that the man no more court rules the home.” “I am glad that girls are free to get :tl cation and to work." “I am glad that a woman is no long- alone in a snow house to have a baby. the cord with a braid of her hair, fed with food put in at the door. No one near her until the cord had dropped off." “I am glad wives are no longer ofl'er visiting strangers.” I‘ltix i: * i’ MAKING NEW FRIENDS By Patience Strong Sometimes it's a change of job that hrr v friend your way â€" a journey or a part! summer holiday. You turn a 'bend upon Ill: and suddenly you find â€" you’ve met a kt Spirit . . . thus the threads of fate unwind. path is crossed by someone who was mtdi meet with you â€" and everything takes t sweeter tone, a brighter hue. Old associations may be clear unto the hea- but life is short and soon or late the he- friends must part . . . The road grows dark lonely as the journey nears its end â€" SO‘M‘L never lose the chance to make another Enem: 'k i * HOME AND COUI‘! ll”