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tales with the old-timer* ahoat the blisssrd — those remarkable stories of riding in a sleigh over the fence top*, for the world was •olid white and the fences were buried under snow; and the tales of the trip to the kitchen to fetch a cup of coffee, with the cup freezing to the saucer before it could be returned to the fireside. Since few of us today can recall such mountains of snow, We have to accept the stories, and most of the tale-tellers are of sufficient age where it would be disrespectful to out-and-out doubt their veracity. With it all, however, most of us are content to let the blizserd stories stand as they are; we’ve no ambitions to experience such a snowfall even for the privilege of telling the tall tales,

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One of the compensations of the recent snow’s inconveniences was found in watching Jackie Price shovelling out the driveway at his home. Jackje sounds off — with slight provocation—on his views regarding work. In fact, he states plainly that he is opposed to labor in all forms. He doesn’t mind watching work, though he admits it fatigue*, him to observe his fellowman over-exerting himself. It was a pitiful sight to see: there was Jack, shovel in hand and back occasionally bent, trying to talk the snow into departing from the driveway. Persuasion failing, the poor boy was observed actually removing some of the snow by force. Twas a sad, sad day. ::r-i • ft -~g--—i - - - -—

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