Some weeks ago the Walrus got

Some weeks ago the Walrus got firmly pushed into the dog-house by a very young lady of the county for telling a story on her. (’Twas for quoting her in telling the younger sister, “Well, go on and yell your head of; we’re going to get another baby anyway, and we'll just throw you away.”) The young lady paid a visit to the News office and let me have it—both barrels! When she finished, a promise had been extracted that we would NEVER again put her name in the paper. (It appeared that people had teased her a wee bit.) .. Last week the young lady (<we promised we wouldn’t print her name) went visiting in a neighboring county. Her relatives brought her home at the end of her visit, and—woe betide!—the News stated that “Miss (blank) returned such-and-such a day from a visit with relatives in Louisa. She was "driven home hySo^and So.” ~ i-V'

“I was NOT driven home,” she has declared indignantly, “I came home because I wanted to.”

Blue Ridge

Music Festival

Two voices are there; one is of

the sea; One of the mountains; each a

mighty voice, In both from age to age tbou * didst rejoice, They were thy chosen music,

Liberty!

—Wordsworth

People love music. This is why the world is so full of dancing, playing, and singing, or ages past, people have enjoyed music. For ages yet to come, they will enjoy it. We may not be able to understand the speech of other races, or be able to read their books; but whatever their race or speech may be, we can understand their music, whether it be of today or of ages long gone by. A few people are' gifted with the power to compose, any more people have talent for 'playing or singing. Nearly everyone has the capacity for enjoying music* Nearly everys one' loves it. *•/ \ - We live in a world of beautiful music and in a world of wonderful modem ways of -making and* bearing it. This summer we hop* to h%ar the Blue Ridge Music - Festival (Rappahannock’s branch of the Virginia Symphony). To

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