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'k t * THE FUTURE I.le By Victor Hugo I feel within me the future life. I am like a furust that has once been razed; the new shoots are stronger and brisker. I shall mosr certainly rm.- toward the havens. The sun's rays bathe my head. The earth gives to me its generous sap, hut the hmwns illuminate me with the reflection iil -â€" of worlds unknown. Some way the soul results merely from bodily powers. W'hy, then. does my soul become brighter when nit hntlilt powers begin to waste away? Winter is above me. but eternal Spring is wrrhtn nit heart. I inhale even now the fragrance of Man. \lillets. and roses iust as I did when l was l“L'l'll\. The nutrrr my approach It) the end, the plainer is the snuntl uf immortal symphonies of worlds “hilll lFHlIt' me. It is wonderful. yet simple. It is it fairy tale: it is history, [or half a century I have been translating my tllttdghts into prose and verse; history. philosophy, drama. runmntc. tradition. satire. ode. and song; ll“ of that.» have I tried. But I feel that I haven't gut-n uttcrttntc tn the thousandth part of what lit." uithin me. \thn I go to the grave I can say lh Hillel's have said. "My day's work is done.” But I tilnnlll say. "My life is done." My Clay's “lurk will rct‘nmmcnt‘t- the next morning. The innih is not .i blind alley: it is a thoroughfare. lit times upon the twilight. but opens upon the lilHI’l. * t * mlh me. Nurthwood Institute is a very active one. We have .t choir and drama class. and both sections hm won cups and diplomas at the Island Music Festival. They are always in de- mand for concerts and functions of all kinds. We also have classes for crafts. including dress- making and millincry. Our most recent ven- ture Is an Art (loss. “1- illsn tisit and take gifts each month. to our (irncrul Hospital to an elderly gentlemen‘s want. To ‘.I great many of the patients we are the only visitors they have. and our visits are the highlight of their existence. We feel that this i\ one of our most worth while efforts. Wu: also entertain our local pensioners' club. called "The Bath} and Joan Club" to a coach ride and dinner with a concert uftcr. Then: is so much more that I could tell. but space has run out. and i would like to say what it wonderful holiday I have had here in Can- fldlt. what It very great pleasure it has been to nu: to ntch all my Institute friends again from Dc ('cu‘ Falls. lmd how grateful I am for all the pleasant excursions we have had together. I shall have such a lot to tell mv friends at home when I return. But wherevet: we go. our little htulgc. whether it be blue or green. unites us together. for Home and Country. Ontario Song and Essay Ami-11. Provincial Results in the A.C.W.\\ . Competitions The entries to these competitions hat been judged at Ontario Previncial lE\L' the three winners in each category hm. forwarded to London, England. to en! A.C.W.W. contests. The F.W.l.0. Winn as f0110ws: SONG COMPETITION: “A song A.C.W.W." Islâ€"Mrs. G. Wilmer Keyes. Wolfe lslau 2ndâ€"Mrs. Henry C. McFarlane, RR, 1 Lanark 3rdâ€"Mrs. Jarvis Smith and Mrs. Frank ney, R.R. 4. Owen Sound Honorable Mentionâ€"Mrs. W. J. McEm R.R. I, Binbrook Mrs. S. Chamberlain, Mrs. Carl Bi Mrs. L. Davis, Mrs. H. Laiug, Noble: ESSAY COMPETITION: “My Society lstâ€"Mrs. Nelson Corbett, Mount Elgiu 2ndâ€"Margucrite 1. Fraser. R.R. l. H. 3rdâ€"Mrs. K. Arnott, RR. 1, New Lisl Honorable Mentionâ€"Mrs. R. .l. Elliott. I Renfrew Mrs. Wm. T. Phillips. Box 97. OngtI * * * EFFICIENCY EXPERT By Jane Harris Father was a man whose will would brook No interference from his womenfolk; While Mother, small and gentle. still belict Her place was to agree when Father spoke. He'd say, "1 think I'll buy a car this spring. She, mindful of the mortgage, would reply” "How nice. Let’s buy one just like Banker l'» Why should we worry if the price is high! Then Father, shocked at her extravagance. Would suddenly remember bills to pay; The note they owed the bank would 50an hr What made her want a new carl anyway? At last the farm was paid for, stock and all. And Father, mildly boastful, would declare. "I I had listened to the womenfolks, We'd never have had a single dime to span But Mother, smiling, never let him know That. even though he’d always had his say In everything. as all good husbands should. She'd managed right along to have her wat. i * 1' DISCOVERY By Helen Frame-Bower The horse has a place on his back that I Not cuddly and cushioned and plump. But SI:leng right up, like a sharp little blatl: Half-way from his neck to his rump. It's some like an island. but most like a hill With acres of soft sand around it. Not everyone knows that it's there . . . but!” if you trot. That's the way that I found it? non: AND cat! "7