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Girls lrom 4-H Homemaking Clubs and their leaders receive spoon plaques for participation in l2 untl's, at the September meeting of the Clawes Women's Institute. tell to right, Miss Gloria Perkin, 4-H Club member; Mrs. Belly Dyball, 4-H Homemaking Club leader; Mrs. Carol Henderson, Home Economisl; Miss Myrna Simp- son, 4-H Homemaking Club member, Tavistoekâ€"A Well Baby Clinic was sponsored by the Tttvistock Women‘s Institute. The Ox- ford County. M.O.H. and u county nurse were in charge of the Clinic and there Was an at- tendance of twenty-four. The Frontenac District Women's Institutes are insisting the management committee of “Fairâ€" mount", :1 one hundred bed home for the aged on the outskirts of Kingston. Listowelâ€"A nursing student spoke on “Mental Health." at the Fordwich Women‘s Institute. The speaker discussed the changing attitudes toward Mental Health. Cuinsville Women's Institute â€" Mrs. Peter l.u'.trtl. spoke on the History of Buttons. She said that for several centuries buttons were a sign of man's prosperity. Buttons were costly in those early days because they were designed, mtttle. and decorated by hand. and then handed down from generation to generation. .-. t.- Snmc lztntilius uln trace their ancestry back 300 rears but haven't the slightest idea where their children “ere lttst night. A I. ’ â€"â€"Enrl Werstinc Miss Rosina Krick, a member of the Wel- londporl 4-H Home- making Club, receiv» ing a gift from Mrs. H. W. Banks, Presiâ€" denl of the District of lincoln, for having achieved Provincial Honors for her Club activities. 30 YESTERDAY AND TODAY By Gertrude G. Lipsett My Mother had a spinning-wheel. And in the afternoon, . To spin a bank of stocktng yarn, Paced up and down the room. My Mother had an old box churn Equipped with rod, and dash, An then for hours, she'd turn, and turn, Till butter milk would splash. My Mother bad a scrubbing-brush To clean a rough board floor, Down on her kenees she had to rush From front, to the back door. My Mother had an old wash-tub And washing-board to match, And then the clothes she‘d rub and rub And made the soap suds splash. My Mother ran a leach of lye To make the season's soap, She also had a pot of dye To give worn raiment hope. But Mother had a lot of time To help a little Child. To help a neighbour who was ill, With confidence and smile. She taught a class in Sunday School, She helped the Ladies’ Aid, And for the children of the poor Some useful clothing made. She sang the alto in the Church. The golden rule she lived. Her hopeful voice was ever near To comfort the bereaved. Now, I have not a spinning wheel, My yarn is factory made, If I, by chance, choose then to knit The articles all fade. I haven't got a churn at all. The cream man at the door Hands out my butter, takes my cream, To factory make some more. I do not use a scrubbing brush Upon my hardwood floors. My Electrolux will soon take up The mud from out of doors. A leach of lye I never madH So many new designs 0f soaps, and powders, do the work In all the cleaning lines. But I have not a lot of time To lessen others’ toil, No time to help my neighbour out \Vith willing hands or smile. My garments all must fit just so, My nose must never shine, My lips and nails must both be bright, My whole appearance fine. But I am missing lots of fun My mother must have had, In giving all a helping hand But I am missing lots of fun HOME AND COUN ‘5