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Rappahannock News

Published Thursday Morning at

Washington, Rappahannock

County, Virginia

Dial Washington 2851

LUCY CATHERINE BOWIE

Publisher

Entered as second-class mail matter at the post office at Washington, Virginia.

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Father’s Day

Sunday will be Father’s Day. It’s a comparatively new affair, established when someone decided that father needed a little recognition, too, after all the to-do over mother’s day.

Father doesn’t come in so strongly on the glamor end of the celebration-holiday. He’s just the practical end of the family, the one who’s expected to provide the •bacon, shoes, and spending money. He’s supposed to work all day and wind up the evening settling some disciplinary problem, helping with homework, or perhaps furnish entertainment for the evening for those who have been at home all day. He’s also expected to sit as judge and jury in questions presented by the youngsters, or to soothe the tear—whether mother’s or- child’s — arising from tired bodies and frayed nerves.

Fortunate ones who have known the love of a father through the years are thankful and grateful to “dad," and usually are a little embarrassed in trying to express their feelings.

In this day and time, there arC too many youngsters to whom “dad" is a picture of a man in a uniform. In some cases he is “far away making the world safe for all little children,” and in too many cases he is a framed certificate of honor. It makes many people ashamed to think that we have allowed the world to become a place where little children’s dads are required to give their lives for the protection of all little children, rathqr* than being at home growing up with those chil

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