WOMEN’S INSTITUTE

Bay of Plenty Beacon, Volume 11, Issue 39, 11 June 1947, Page 3

WOMEN’S INSTITUTE

TANEATUA GARDENING CIRCLE MAY MEETING The Taneatua Women’s Institute Gardening Circle met at Mrs Butler’s home to hold their May ipeeting. Mrs Butler presided. Members of the Waimana Gardening Circle were present as guests of the meeting.

Minutes were read and confirmed I and it was announced that the.comI petition for June would be a decorated egg cup, and that the meeting( would be held at Mrs Cradwick’s residence. The competition arranged by the hostess was a memory test and was won by Mrs Olliver. Although not a good timh of the year for a display of blooms, the gardens and lawns were very neat and tidy, j Members were very interested in two very healthy fruiting feijoas, a comparatively. new fruit, rapidly gaining in popularity. The Waimana members judged the monthly competitions and results were as follows: Bowl of berries for effect: Mrs Cradwick 1, Mrs Butler 2. Best flower: Mrs Olliver 1, Mrs Fitchett, Mrs K. Tebbutt 3. Best vegetable: Mrs Butler 1, Mrs CradAyick 2, Mrs Hayward 3. “I AM FEAR!”

I stand beside the statesmen As in gilded council hall, They plan a new world order For the nations big and small. I watch their grim-set faces Read the hopes within each heart, Hear the lofty aims propounded As each one plays his part. I see the documents they sign/ For I am always near; I am the background to their I ' thoughts, The voice that whisper in each ear; I I am the shadow of history, I lam Fear! I~• • i I shape the destinies of nations, [ I hate and bitterness, I spread Humour, and it grows Helped by Radio and Press. I I speed the wheels of industry I In the race of Armament; II spw the blood-red seeds of war! Of greed and discontent! v I march in the 'ranks of all men, From the vanguard to the rear A shadowy wrecker of unity I am Fear!

1 1 am the invisible horseman Riding the highways of Time, ' Blighting the lives of millions In every age and clime! For mine is a great and awful power | And many my victories; But I have often known defeat! Courageous hearts spell victory! God planted in the soul of man A tiny vital spark, Which flaming to its fullness, Lights his pathway in the dark! Only the shining light of Faith Can strip me of my power; I have fought it down the ages, I will fight it till the hour' When men of Goodwill everywhere, Crossing the deadline of Doubt Bearing the banner of Brotherhood Put- my legions to rout! ' Man’s faith in man, and faith alone Can break my fatal power; For lam Fear—and all I fear, Is Faith’s triumphant hour! William Richard Whiteside.