Connecticut western news., 1910-07-07

 ure how refreshing are her ways. It is the twilight hour, and, reclining at ease, in the old porch hammock I am content to let the great world go on it's never end ing revolutions, while enjoy peace and quietude amid these rustic wilds.
 College days have gone. The fare wells to classmates have been said, and the good byes have been spoken to alma mater, and my mind is now free from care, and can enter into the enjoy ments of life here at the lakes with de- cided zest.
 The young Yalensian by my side is most entertaining. He has been telling me of the great boat races last week on the waters of the Thames, and how the stalwart brawn of the sons of Eli proved weak against the rowing pride of Harvard, and how they were at last overwhelmed by their crimson rivals.
 What sweep that was for Harvard. As Massachusetts college girl cannot refrain from an expression of delight over that victory on the Thames, al- though to do so may not seem in good taste as am now on Connecticut soil and writing for Connecticut paper, and l presume all Connecticut newspapers have 8 natural preference for Yale, but as Boston girl, must voice my honest sentiments in favor of good old Harvad.
 The crimson has worked hard for this hour of triumph. Let us enjoy it then to our hearts content. I meet now and then few of the sons of Yale here at the Lakes, and appreciate highly the grace with which they bear defeat. Its the old Yale pluck, that on many a hard fought field has carried the blue onward to victory and humbled the crimson to the dust.
 But it is not of college days that I am here to write. Those are now things of the past. am here to record for the NEWS in brief paragraphic style the com ings and goings of the people at the lake. We have here little community all our own. It is made up of many clements; collection of numerous units fitting into composite whole, and while not differing in this respect from the population of the majority of sour will ages and towns, yet it is distinctive in it's elimination of much of the covent- ionalities of town and city life. There is off of ooro People have come here to rest and to recuperate after the long trying days and months of life's strenuous grind Here amid the solitudes of nature, among the singing birds and the voices of the woods, life becomes more worth the liv. ing as the heart gets closer to nature and studies it h all it's varying moods.
 But, before beginning the chronicling of the comings and the goings of camp , life, let me remark in passing that the Fourth passed pleasantly with us, here There was not as much roar and racket as one hears In the town and city on the great national anniversary dawn It was more on the line of the safe and sane. True the "kiddies" had their fun with firecrackers, to a limited extent, but for the most part, the day was given up to boating and fishing, and visiting among the various cottagers, and every minute was filled with rest. fulness. am enjoying it here very much indeed.
 With the advent of July, the law on bass fishing has gone off and the anglers have begun casting for the elusive bass. learn that in the lakes are black bass and rock bass and quite few Oswegos
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