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You can ride along the road oft business bent with a fixed purpose in mind during eold weather. Let these warm days roll around, and the road signs of “Visit Luray Caverns, Skyline Caverns, and Beautiful Skyline Drive” begin to work havoc with your work. It makes no difference that you ha\'e already seen these advertised wonders. It’s pleasant weather, and the urge to "go somewhere” gets you. Why should <work be so imperative? Rockefeller could easily have supported another child, and why wasn’t I born that one? Then there’d be no working for a livMy

education was either seriously neglected or else it was all wrong. , (No wisecracks, please). These new magazines bring out pictures of model homes. “Before and After” are the tag lines on remodeled homes. Nine times out of ten, the before looks better than the after to me. The sensation given is that someone is trying to make the house look like something it ain’t. What’s wrong with a house being "dated”? If it. was good in its day, and the timbers are sound, why must we try to make it look either fifty years older or fifty years younger? . . . This is positively the truth: a picture ip a homemaking magazine recently showed a room re-done by an ambitious* housewife and she had taken a perfectly plain maple bedroom suite and painted it white with blue stripes. I saw the picture myself. That, too, was labeled “before and after.” Saints preserve us! Maybe a spree of something of this sort hit our great-grandmothers, and so today we agonize in removing numberless coats, of paint from fine old pieces of furniture.

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The Rappahannock river was rolling itself in a frenzy to the sea. after the rains of Sunday night and Monday, down at Remington, the water was red-brown with somebody’s good top-soil. It’s to be hoped that all Rappahannock county folks could sit snug and dry and know that all the rain was going in their soil and was