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JUNIOR WOMEN’S INSTITUTES REPORT Miss Marion Ruttan, Junior Women’s Insti- tute Board Director reported re the Junior Women's Institute activities in the province and the active part they take in their com- munities as they become useful citizens through helpful programs and projects. In addition to studies on nursing, narcotics, alcoholism, travel, First Aid, etc. they held valued demonstrations on party ideas, flower arranging, paper flowers, etc; exhibits Were placed at Fall Fairs, and many social activities were held together with Junior Farmers. JUNIOR INSTITUTE CONVENTION The Third Junior Women's Institute Con- vention was held September 12-14. 1969 at Al- bion Hills Conservation School. The theme was “Communications”, with Doreen Harrop, Halton as Chairman, assisted by Sylvia Shaw, Peel; Sharon Passmore, Huron; and Jean Jen- kins, Elgin. A. getâ€"acquainted party, film and vesper servrce opened the convention. On Saturday, Dr. W. R. Mitchell, University of Guelph gave an illustrated address and demonstration on the theme. Later the girls learned how to Spin wool and make beeswax candles. satin flowers, and do gift wrapping. Mrs. Zoeller addressed delegates and guests at the banquet, giving some highlights of her trip to Europe and encouragement for the girls in program- ming. She conducted election of officers for the Junior Women’s Institutes. * i * freedom and responsibility are like Siamese twlns; they die if they are parted. * * * M i s 5 Marion Rattan â€" Di- rector For Junior Activities â€"- F.W.I.O. WINTER 1970 Mrs. William Miller â€" newly elected Secretary-Trees- urer for F.W.l.O. * ir * COME NOT THE SEASONS HERE Comes not the springtime here. Though [he snowdrop (ante. And the time of the cowslip is near, For a yellow flame \Vas found in a tuft of green; And the joyous shout Of a child rang out That a cuckoo's eggs were seen. Comes not the summer here. Though the (owslip he gone, Though the wild row: blow as the year Draws faithfully on: Though the face of the poppy be red In the morning light, And the ground he white \Virh the bloom of the locust shed. Comes not the autumn here, Though someone said He found a leaf in the sen: By an aster dead; And knew that the summer was done, For a herdsman cried That his pastures were brown in the sun, And his wells were dried. Nor shall the winter come, Though the elm he bare, And every voice he dumb On the frozen air; But the flap of a waterfowl In the marsh alone, Or the hoot of a horned owl On a glacial stone. â€"E. J. Pratt 13