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A host of the youngsters are at camp. Some parents are enjoying the peace and quiet. Some just think they are, but letters are already going across the mountain to the offspring. Some of them will get homesick, no doubt, but they\ will return chattering like magpies of all the events of the week, beginning one tale and superimposing a second and third, tfntil the whole business is incoherent. Give them time, and you’ll come somewhere near finding out what happened—and. rest assured they will not tell you of all the mischief they concocted. And if you discover for certain that they were at camp all week and got into not even one tiny speck of badness, call for the doctor in a hurry. When a youngster can’t find any trouble to get mixed into, either he’s ill or slightly off the normal path, and maybe his head needs examining.
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“What’s the ..news at your house?” inquired the Rappahannock News of a housewife Tuesday. “My husband’s sick in bed,” came the reply. "We’ll put that in the paper, then.” “No, please don’t, there might be too many people who would enjoy knowing,, it.”
Suppose you let me go out, come in, and begin again. Why should we - fnjey anyone’s poor health? Or perhaps he’s one of those men who seems to think it’s a personal disgrace to be sick—a sign of sissiness or something akin. Maybe this is a good time to say: judge other people by yourself. Personally, I don’t enjoy knowing anyone is ill.
This is the season of locusts, protracted meetings, cool. nights, (it’s a little early for mushrooms) dog-gone hard work for farmers, and the visits of city cousins in the country. All these items fall into the category of regular events and are cause for little comment, except, perhaps, the visitor from the city. If befalls our lot to see again the thrill of introducing some of those pore benighted yankees to the previously unknown delights of fried apples, cornbread made with white cornmeal—and please not sugar!—and hot biscuits and salt-riBing.
Isn’t it pathetic to think of the thousands of people who think they have lived the more abundant life, and have never known good food?.
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