sponse. Anita M. Jones, well known for the institutes she gives for the Maternity Center Association, arose from the uncomfortable seat which she had been occupying for the past six hours, pulled her fur collar closer around her neck, and buttoned up her coat. The little accommodation train on which she was traveling fully equipped and institute bound, was chugging its way through the vast plains country of the Middle West. It was four-thirty in the morning; December; and the coach was chilly. She was glad to be changing trains, and she was glad of the friendly conductor who, by the dim light of a kerosene lamp as the train ceased its chugging, helped her haul one small black trunk from und r the seat, lift the heavy demonstration case to the aisle, and bring down a suitcase from the rack above. An overnight bag, a brief case bulging with books, and a box, were added to the three. All were transported to the end of the car, then onto the station platform. A bit later, with further assistance from the conductor as well as from the brakeman and engineer -no red caps were available in that part of the country-bags, books, and brief case were shoved onto the Pullman car of an early morning express. The joys of traveling on institutes! Inconveniences and impedimenta galore, but nevertheless, Anita Jones loves the job. December weather, baggage, berthless trains do not daunt her. They are a part of the institute game, and bring with th rare experiences and new friends. Maternity institutes and Anita Jones. How closely linked the two have become in the consciousness of nurses. Mention of one invariably brings to mind the other, and with Phaoograph by Byachrach