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BRIDGE PARTY
Mrs. Mary Quaintance entertained the Sperryville Bridge Gub and additional guests at her home on Thursday night. Those playing were Mrs. Holmes Hall, Mrs. L. E. Hudson, Miss TLouise O’Bannon, Mrs. Carroll Menefee, Mrs. Corrie Eastham, Mrs. P. L. Thornton, Mrs. W. H. Lyne, Mrs. Irvin Kilby, Mrs. Lucio Kilby, Mrs. Charles Estes, Mrs. George Taylor, Mrs. C. E. Johnson. Jr., Mrs. C H. H. Branch, Mrs. John P. Snead, Mrs. R. E. Wood, Mrs. H. B. Winfrey, Mrs. Meneffee won high score for the club, Mrs. Wood won high for the guests, Mrs. Estes won the prize for taking most tricks with the deuce and the consolation went to Mrs. Snead. —
OLD TIME FOURTH
My Dad was 84 last July. We observed his birthday on the Fourth by taking him to the only celebration in his town—a baseball game. And Dad was overflowing with memories as he looked back into a long yesterday.
“When I was a youngster,” he said, “the Fourth of July was a great day for us. If you lived on a farm, you knew what it meant. You got up very early and got the chores done, —and—father got the team out and hitched them to the farm wagon. In the wagon there was some hay and a box of oats and a box of dinner, and the whole family. And we drove to the grove where an all-day celebration was held. And there were firecrackers and lemonade, a brass band and pounding feet on the old dance floor. ’ _
“The ceremonies themselves always began with a prayer.from the minister. He told the Almighty everything that had happened since the last 4th of July, and told Him what to do until the next came around. Then somebody read the Declaration of Independence and finally the orator •of the day came out. “He was usually a lawyer from the city—and a Republican. He wore gray-striped trousers and a long Prince Albert coat. He had a hardboiled white shirt and a colar so high he had to jump to spit over it.
“He told about America, how it reaches from snow-capped mountains of Canada to the sun-kissed waters of the Gulf of Mexico; from the stormy Atlantic to the peaceful Pacific. And in his enthusiasm he would point to us boys standing on one side and predict that one of us would some day be President of the United States. Then he always concluded with: Thou, too, sail on, oh ship of state; said on, oh union, strong and great.' And when he finally stopped everybody said it was a great speech.
“It was as empty as a brass drum. There wasn’t one idea in the whole thing. It was full of uhe cheapest platitudes of Daniel Webster—but it had one quality. It had quality of faith in the country, an unlimited belief in the capacity of the folks out there in that great farm belt who ■worked in the fields. And when we went away, we did so with feeling that we lived in a country which was the greatest in the w'orld and in which the hardworking farm boy had as much opportunity as anybody, if he had any character.
“Everybody felt that when they saw the flag it meant something—it
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