Farmer's magazine (January-December 1920) . rden truck, flowers and srfruits, we go to the big seventy-:acre fields of clover, timothy, pioats, barley and spring wheat tljwould gladden the heart of anyone,should mention, too, the fine expements a Mr. Litch is making onflower, fruit and seed farm betw^Hymers and South Gillies, anddear little cottages and bungalcthat are springing up everywheregambrel roofed barns fast taking•place of the log cabin and stables. One thing more. Your article, Jquiring a Family by Adoption briilto mind the women of large hearts|New Ontario. One frail little worhas
Farmer's magazine (January-December 1920) . rden truck, flowers and srfruits, we go to the big seventy-:acre fields of clover, timothy, pioats, barley and spring wheat tljwould gladden the heart of anyone,should mention, too, the fine expements a Mr. Litch is making onflower, fruit and seed farm betw^Hymers and South Gillies, anddear little cottages and bungalcthat are springing up everywheregambrel roofed barns fast taking•place of the log cabin and stables. One thing more. Your article, Jquiring a Family by Adoption briilto mind the women of large hearts|New Ontario. One frail little worhas adopted and brought up five ch3ren. The eldest is now twenty ye^old and has been given an all-roueducation, including music,younger two are quite small anddoes not need to be a mouse in a <ner to see how well they are becared for in a home, not of a milli^aire. Another woman is just ;negotiating with the convenor ofInstitutes Immigration commitiabout adopting two children. Sofinds here real people doing big thiijand they dont know A Womens Institute gathering at Big Fork, Rainy River. HE BEAT ME HOME By STRICKLA When for a little walk we errand or on pleasure we drew near our vine-clad gate,IVIy always-present walking mateWould slip his chubby hand from mineAnd, toddling on past shrub and vine,Would turn and say, with baby wit,I beat do home, a ittle bit! God was so good to him and me As to permit our lives to be Like those of two frank, boyhood chums Together solving lifes hard sums. N D G I I, I, I L A NI, as the elder, sometimes knewWhere in his path lay bog or sloughSo I might point it out in timeTo save him from the fall and grinn To-day some kind friends came and spGently to me. And then awokeA slumbering memory of Then:I dreamed he was a babe again;That he before my feet had spedTo reach our door a step ahead—Through trembling lips I whisper it,He beat me home—a little bit. — In ?•(Jooil Housekeeplui Farmers Magazine 21 Training Girls Th
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