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New-York tribune., 1919-09-14
7HeSiLenc|
ofR0berd
Bridges |
What has become q,
England's Poet Laureat.
in this hour of ora..
issues and events?

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Where is his ode to
signing of the peace
subsequent momentous celesI
tons? Surely it would seem u
the events Of these great 4,
would inspire national poet to /
highest and most prolific exprewl
Of his genius. Yet Robert BridI
is silent.
And, according to one EneI
publication, Land and Watel
this unexpected, perhaps unuI
alleled, silence is the subject of j
verse criticism in England-"ofte,I
the writer notes, "curiously enou.I
from the same people who nesl
failed to sneer at the carefua|
timed outpourings Of Mr.. Brides
predecessor. Apparently" 81
writer continues, "these people NJ
quire a poet laureate like the On.
lie bufoon in Gilbert's eomep i
the Guard. Not only must hs
quips be good ones, but there nBr
be an ineXhaustible flow of the vs,
best:
If you refrain they are at 70,
again,
For they like to get value for
money,
And will ask then and there
With an insolent stare,
If you know that you're paid 70
be funny
Mr.. Bridges friends in the pres
seem to find it difficult to defen
him. Some one suggested in Tn
Times that his feelings might be to-
deep for words. Like Lord Bur.
leigh's in The Critic his silenx
might mean a great deal. But h.
seems to have had no difficulty Il
putting into words his opinion d
his present critics, for he told ta
reporter from The Evening News
that, as regards their views, he
didn't care damn And he was
right. For if the nation wanted 3
poet laureate who could be relee
upon to turn out patriotic verse or
suitable occasions it should not have
agreed to the appointment of Mr.
Brldges-nor Of any real poet
New-York tribune., 1919-09-14
The Last Hope

The young man sighed, mumbling
the cigarette in his watering lips, then
said very suddenly:
"Perhaps you'll kindly give me a
light from your cigar, sir"
The elderly man moved throughout
lis body, as If something very sacred
had been touched within him.
I'D rather not he said; "if you
don't mind"
A quarter OF an hour passed, while
the young mans cigarette grew moister,
and the elder mans cigar shorter.
Then the latter stirred, took it from
under his gray mustache, looked criti-
cally at it, held it out little way
toward the other with the side which
lwas least burnt down foremost, and
said:
"Unless you'd like to take it from
Fhe edge"
On the other hand, one has often
ravelled in these last years with ex-
RENE embarrassment because our SOL
ers were SO extraordinarily anxious
at one should smoke their cigarettes,
Rt their apples and their sausages
he marvels of comradeship they have
Performed would fill the Libraries of
~ "V1so~ - lN "a uaxra*SnfIsf&
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question Of principle involved is sim
ply this: Is any place to remain sa-
cred? And if the answer is Yes then
why not Shakespeare birthplace The
invading firm Of aluminium makers
comes from Birmingham; it is sug-
Gested that they should stay there
that is all. They order these things
better in New York. Those New York
ers who are rich enough and fortunate
enough to live ON Broadway have
started vigorous agitation against
the erection of apartment houses
(Which, we believe, are blocks of fats
beside that famous thoroughfare, be-
cause these buildings are, for economic
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you will never reproach me more
than | rcproach myself. | went to
India to work, to paint. But l be-
came sick and lazy. l intended to
send you news, but from day to day
| put off writing. With you, who
have always been a friend so con-
stant, so good, so sincere, there was
no excuse for me. And the months
have passed. You aren't angry with
me, are you?'
"No. I'm too glad to see YOU
again"
They walked side by side along
the platform. Bernage, with his
spare and grave figure, his tense
look and his gray temples, seemed
ten years older than Pradil, whose
delicate face showed no wrinkles.
whose mustache was blond and
whose blue eyes still sparkled with
youth.
Pradil resumed:
"When | returned the war broke
out. became a sub-lieutenant. Now
am convalescing from a wound in
the arm. It's nothing serious. l
don't ask you what you've been do
ing. l. know. People have often
New-York tribune., 1919-09-14

NOR centuries q controversy
~ has been waged over the au-
thenticity Of Shakespeare. Now
arises new argument: Shall
q progressive Birmingham manufac-
turing concern be permitted to put
up an aluminium factory at STRAIT
ford-on- Avon? This is a question
which, as Land and Water" OBJ
serves, "raiscs a big question of prin-
ciple which should not be lost sight
Of To quote this magazine fur
ther:
The controversy about Stratford-
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any concern. l loved her. I believed
that she loved me. There was never
any friction between US. She seemed
happy, didn't she?
Zone day-that 18th of February
i came home and found no Jacuue-
line. She had left letter in which
she told me that she loved another
man and didn't want to live anv
longer with me. She added that she
disappeared thus because she feared
my wrath-not so much on her own
account as on account Of the other
man. | have searched and searched
and searched. But in vain. | was
nearly out Of my head. 1t was then
that l needed a friend to confide in.
But you were at the other end of
the world.
"Thats what happened to me.
The next summer the war came. l
had been an artillery officer after
leaving the Polytechnic and had re-
signed in order to get married. l
resumed my rank and l have had
many other preoccupations. That's
my story. Don't let us talk any
more about it"
#
The cry of station employe, an
nouncing the train, interrupted Ber-
mage. He climbed on a wagon and,
standing on the steps, grasped Pra-
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reasons, apt to climb to skyscraper
dimensions, and it is argued that they
would destroy the dignity of Broadway
and alter its whole character
This public spirited campaign,
which we hope will succeed, has been
christened by its organizers the Give
a Thought to Broadway campaign.
Why do not Londoners wake up and
start, for instance, Give a Thought
to Piccadilly' campaign, the object of
which shall be to prevent the hotels
and restaurants from mopping up the
clubs? For Piccadilly also has char
acter to lose, and it Will lose its char
acter when it loses its clubs"
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spoken to me about you. Yes, COM
rades who have been under your or
dcrs, or in the same sector with YOU.
and who admire you. | had a shock
last year when | heard that YOU
were gravely wounded. Are YOU all
right again now?"
eyes; absolutely"
* st j
They took some steps in silence
and Pradil, as if to renew the con-
versation, asked:
"What are you doing here?"
Il just got off train and am 90
ing to take another in ten minutes.
am on a mission. l must 90 to
Paris, and then return to the front
And you, have you relatives here?
1T seems to be an attractive place
all these woods and gardens, and
the villas which you see down there
inclosed in verdure!"
Eyes, indeed, it seems to, be de-
lghtful spot" Pradil answered, with
indifference.
They crossed the tracks in order
to reach the platform where the
train for Paris would start. Sudden
ly Bernage said to his companion:
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FTER buying the Paris
/ newspapers, which had just
arrived, he made turn or


arrived, he made turn or
two up and down the sta
ton platform. Travellers Fastening
toward the exit rubbed shoulders
with him, among them soldiers and
officers. One Of the latter attracted
his attention. He gave a start, hest
tated a second and then stepped
forward.
"Pradilw
The other lifted his eyes and see
ing an officer superior in rank to
himself made a gesture of salute.
But at the same moment he recog-
nized the man he was saluting. He
turned red, then pale.
"Bernage," he stammered
"Yes. 1t is /. But calm your
self. l am very glad to see you
again." said Bernage, putting his
hand atfectonately on Pradil's shoul-
der.
II was SO surprised. And it has
been so long"-
"Four years. But who's to
blame? Why didn't you write me
after you started on your trip to
the Indies? We were comrades
since college. We were always the
best of friends. Yet because you 20
on long voyage you forget me en-
tirely. You send me no word
nothing"
eyes, yes," mur1nured Pradil.
''You are right, and I assure you
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<TT MAY be cheering to as
sumo that those who have
been almost superhuman
these last four years in one
environment will continue to be al
most superhuman under conditions
the very opposite" writes John
Galsworthy in "Scribner's." "But,
alackw he adds, "it is not logical"
And then the writer goes on to say:
On the other hand, think that
those who have had this great and
racking experience will be left, for the
most part, with real passion for
Justice; and that this will have pro-
foundly modifying effect on social con-
ditions. I think, too, that many of
them will have a sort Of passion for
humaneness, which will, if you will
suffer me to say so, come in very
handy; for I have observed that the
rest of us, through reading about
horrors, have lost the edge Of our
gentleness, and have got into the habit
of thinking that it is the business of
women and children to starve if they
happen to be German; of creatures to
be underfed and overworked if they
happen to be horses; of families to be
broken up if they happen to be aliens;
and that a general carelessness as to
what suffering is necessary and what
is not has set In. And, queer as it
may seem, l look to those who have
been in the thick of the worst suffer
ing the world has ever seen to set US
in the right path again, and to correct
the vitriolic sentiments engendered by
the armchair and the inkpot in times
such as we have been and are still
passing through.
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The Burden of Babylon:

ut is in the soul that things hap
pen."
0CENE: An upper chamber IN
y tho palace Of tho King of
- Babylon. Dusk on hot sum-
mer's evening. The voice of
one singing far off beyond tho pal
ace gardens is heard vagucly from
time to time. The King is sitting
By an open ,Uindo,c.
The King of Babylon
Since I am Babylon, am the world.
The windy heavens and the rainy skies
Attend the earth in humble servitude;
And I am Babylon, am the world:
The heavens and their powers attend
The Voice of One Crying in the Night
Babylon, the glory Of the Kingdoms,
And the Chaldee's ercellency,
Is become as Sodom and Go7norrnh.
Whom God ouerthye1v By the sea.
The King
Who is that fellow crying by the
river?
I think heard him lift his voice in
OF Babylon: some minstrel seeking
hire:
I need him not to tell me who am,
For | am Baladan of Babylon
The splendors Of my sceptre, throne
and crown,
And all the awe that fills my royal
halls,
The pomp that heralds me, the shout
that follows,
Are flying shadows and reflections
only
From the wide dazzlings of myself, the
King.
This I conceive: and yet we kings have
To apprehend Ourselves imperially
And see the blaze and lghtnings of
our Person;
The thought of their own sovereignty
The princelings even and the lesser
kings:
But I am Baladan of Babylon.
The Voice in the Night
Neuer again inho bited,
Babylon, 0 Babylon!
Ecen the qcondering Arabian
From thy aceo1'y ecoste is gone.
NetheT shdU the shepherd tend his
fold there.
Nor anV green herb be gro1rn:
1t co1neth IN the night time suddenly,
And Babylon is oueythroarn.
The King
Pale from the east, the stars arise.
and climb,
And then grow bright, beholding
Babylon;
They would delay, but may not; so
they pass,
And fade and fall, bereft of Bavlon.
Quick from the indian line the sun
comes up,
For he expects to see my palaces;
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And fatten toward my final harvest
ing;
When | am ready, I will reap them in.
For it is written in the stars, and read
OF all my wise men and astrologers,
That l, and my great line Of Babylon,
Shall rule the world, and only find a
bound
Where the horizons bounds are set,
nor end
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And the moon fingers, even on the
Mine ancient dynasty, as yon great
river,
Euphratcs. with his fountain in far
hills,
Arose in the blue morning Of the
years;
And as yon river flows on into time,
unalterable in majesty, my line
New-York tribune., 1919-09-14
A Poem by w. F. S. in
1.-The Poetry Review"

| And mild beasts out of tho islands
In thy fallen chambers cry.
Where now are the viol and tho
tdbret?
But o1Uls hoot in moonlight:
And ovcr the r1ti7as of Babylon
The satyrs dance BY night.
The King
Yon voice that seems to hum my king
dom's glory,
Fails in the vast immcnsity Of night,
AS fails all earthly praise Of him who
The ceaseless acclamation of the stars.
What needs there more ?-the apple Of
the world,
Grown ripe and juicy, rolls into my
lap,
And all the gods Of Babylon, we'll
pleased
With blood of bulls and fume Of fra
grant things,
Even while take mine ease, attend
The figs do mellow, the olive and the
And in the plains climb the big syca-
My camels and my laden dromedaries
Move in from eastward, bearing odor-
Gus gums,
And the Zidonians hew me cedar
Even tall cedars out Of Lebanon;
Euphrates floats his treasured freight
age down,
And all great Babylon is filed with
Wherefore, upon the summit Of the
world,
The utmost apex of this throned realm,
stand, as stands the driving chari-
oteer,
And steer my course right onward
toward the stars:
Mean-fated men my horses trample
under,
And my wine-vats have drained the
blood of mothers,
And smoothly my wheels run upon the
necks
Of babes and sucklings, while l hold
my way,
Serene, supreme, secure in destiny,
Because the gods perceive mine excel
lence,
And entertain for mine imperial Per
Peculiar favors. am Babylon,
Exceeding precious in the High Ones
eyes.
The Voice in the Night
BGbylon is fallen, fallen,
And necer shall be j;nolcn agoln!
Drunken acith the blood OF my be-
Iored
And tranapIing on the sons OF
men.
For God is owoke and aacore OF
thee,
And sharply shines His sword,
Where orey the earth spring sud
denly
The hidden hosts of the Lord:
Armies of right and Of righteous
ness,
Huge hosts, unseen, unl:nown:
And thy pomp, and thy reuellinqs.
and glory.
Where the winds go, they are
gone.
New-York tribune., 1919-09-14
The Club

A cloistered life in times like III ese
engenders bile; in fact, | think it
always does. For sheer ferocity there
is no place, you will have noticed, like
a club full Of old gentlemen expect
the men who have come home from
killing each other to show us the way
back to brotherliness! And not be
fore it's wanted. Here is a little true
story of wartime, when all men we're
supposed to be brothers if they be-
longed to the same nation. In the fifth
year of the war two men sat alone in
railway carriage. One, pale, young.
q little shabby, had an unlightcd cigar
cite in his mouth The other, elderly.
prosperous and of ruddy countenance.
was smoking large cigar.
The young man, who looked as If
his days were strenuous, took his un-
lighted cigarette from his mouth. gazed
at it, searched his pockets, and looked
at the elderly man. His nose twitched,
vibrated by the scent of the cigar.
and he said suddenly:
Gould you give me light, sir?"
The elderly man regarded him for
moment, dropped his eyelids and
murmured:
"I'va M m az cLoo
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Translated by William L. Mcpherson
Copyright, 1919, Neqv York Tribune INC,

CH 9NY Yk kTrUne1
1vHinu
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Survives in domination down the
years.
know, but am concerned not, that
some peoples,
Al the pale limits Of the world. abide
As yet beyond the circle of my sway,
The miserable sons Of meagre soil
That needs much tillagc ere the yield
be good.
| only wait until they ripen more,
New-York tribune., 1919-09-14

Till the world ends: 80 shall all other
lands,
All languages, all peoples, and all
tongues,
Become a fable told Of olden times,
Deemed of our sons thing incredu-
lOus
The Voice in the Night
Woful are thy desolote palaces
Where dolefM creatures lie,
New-York tribune., 1919-09-14
Because He
Had No
Matches
John Galsworthy, in a
recent article in "Scrib-
ner's," tells a story that
hitshard at snobbishness

<<TT MAY be cheering to as
sumo that those who have
been almost superhuman
these last four years in one
Oxford Democrat. [volume] (Paris, Me.) 1833-1933, 1919-07-08
KIMBALL HILL.
Dorothy Hsines attended the
North Buckfield.

Richard Damon, who has been al
home for few days, returned to New
port, where be has enlisted In the medi'
cal department In the naval training
station.
Mrs. Danville Jack was taken quite
sick Wednesday morning but Is more
comfortable.
Master Franklin Heald is guest OF
his aunt, Mrs. Cora Crockett, at Locke's
Mills.
Ross Varney of Akron, Ohio, was a,
his aunt's, Mrs. Jennie Heald's, Wednes'
day.
Relatives In the place received tele'
gram Saturday stating Mrs. Merle Stur-
tevsnt had bad successful operation at
Mary Fletcher Hospital, Burlington, Vt.
Funeral services for Charles B. Damon
were held at Grange Hall Tuesday. Mr..
Damon was the son OF Ezekiel and
Angelina Washburn Damon, and was 6s
years old.
Mrs. Julia Bard of Lynn, Mass, and
Edna Turner were at Calvin Keene's
Tuesday.
Mrs. K. A. Mason and her niece, Miss
Eleanor Heald, visited Mrs. Lester Rick
or recently.
Mrs. Callie Sturtevsnt from Greene
and her daughter, Mrs. Florence Warren,
went to Turner Saturday to visit Mrs.
Sturtsvsnt's daughter, Mrs. Helen De-
Coster.
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East Sumner.

Rev. j. N. Atwood of Andover, for
merly of East Sumner has accepted cal
to Berkshire, N. Y, and will move there
at once. The Congregational year book
states that the church there has q mem.
bership of 1876 and pays salary of 81 900.
People generally regret the removal from
the state of Mr.. and Mrs. Atwood, aa
they are very nice genial people.
Rev. Mr.. Collins OF the Congreg ational
church and Rev. Mr.. Dresser of the
Baptist church are we'll liked by the peo.
pie generally and are good pastors.
Church pastors now In the country are
much more genial, lively, and mingle
with all classes of people, than half a
century ago. More respect for other
peoples opinions, more cheer and hope
and less shell fire."
Mr.. and Mrs. E. e. Gould and daugh-
ter of Freeport and Mrs. c. T. Bowen of
Buckfeld were recent callers on Mr.. and
Mrs. Raymond Keene.
Two married daughters of David r.
Coles are visiting at Buzzard's Bay, the
other at Somerville, Mass, have re-
GENTLY been his guests, coming by auto.
The writer and his family have been
the pleased recipients Of some fine, large
cultivated straw berries from Mrs. Ezra
Keene, and huge bouquet of variegated
pinks from Mrs. Lester Robinson and
Mrs. Keene has also sent Q large bouquet
of peonies and other flowers to cheer the
home, for all of which we are very thank
ful
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Hiram.

On July 16 q reception will be givel
at hiram to the soldiers of the late war
Owen o. Dow, who hasremoved from
Auburn to Hiram village, Is quite Ill.
Mrs. James A. Warren has returned
from q visit to Pennsylvania. Her sister
Mrs. Jennie Lane of Ardmore, Penn.
came with her.
On Sunday afternoon Rev. Geo. G
Smith preached . very interesting ant
inspiring sermon on the life and usefu
labors Of Miss Fanny Crosby, who wal
blind SO years, but wrote eight thousand
hymns. In the evening Rev. Georgs
Gray of Cornish preached powerful
sermon on Conservation.
Mrs. Clarence Kimball of East Hiram
Ia quite iii.
John w. Clemens, our r. F. D. mail
carrier, has removed from Hiram village
to the house of his late father, VIM. G.
Clemons.
Eli c. Wadsworth began hsying June
27th.
Mrs. Alice L. Goodwin of Hiram Hill
is In poor health.
j. Everett Stuart, Q veteran of the
civil war, is improving.
Thomas q. Spring, who has returned
from the war, IL in Boston on business.
George K. Huston Of East Hiram is to
remove to Massachusetts,.
We have not seen any brown-tail moths
this year, or any traces of their damage.
Our oldest citizen, Robert K. Brazier.
aged 81, 10 still busy repairing shoes.
The new tractor has left our roads in
the best condition We have ever known.
Mrs. Peter B. Young gave $500 to help
buy IL.
Oxford Democrat. [volume] (Paris, Me.) 1833-1933, 1919-07-08
Bryant's Pond.

Amos F. Chase, q prominent business
man of Lynn, died quite suddenly at bis
home in that city June S0th. Mr.. Chase
was we'll known in this town, having
been an annual visitor here for some
years. His wife, who passed away sew
eral years ago, was native Of Wood.
stock, Clara, daughter of the late Kilbon
and Sarah j. Perham.
Harry h. Crockett has sold his garage
located near the blacksmith shop to
Arthur C. Kicker.
Quite an amount of dowel stock is be.
ing shipped from the Douglass mill to
the novelty company at Steep Falls.
Roy Jenkins arrived Sunday from Pat.
erson, N. j., and is staying at the Hall
cottage. Mrs. !. A. Hail. and party are
expected in few days.
G. W. Stennipg will soon move from
the Bessey tenement to the Rowe house
owned by Arthur G. Kicker.
Mrs. Dolly Carroll of Franklin, Mass.
Ia visiting here through the weeks Of
vacation. She is stopping at the home
OF Mrs. Nell Cummings.
Jefferson Lodge of Masons attended
the funeral of j. Gibbs Coffin at Locke's
Mills Tuesday afternoon.
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Locke,s Mills.

The remains Of Gilbert Cofan Of Ne.
chanio Falls were brought here for burial
Tuesday. The funeral services ct the
church were conducted by Rev. Mr..
Trueman of Bethel, and the Masons held
their services ct the grave. Mr.. Comm
lived here for many years, and Will
always be kindly remembered by his
many friends.
Thursday evening, June %, at the
home Of Mr.. and Mrs. Walter Knight,
Miss Florence Chapman became the bride
OF Mr.. Frank Bean. The ceremony was
performed BY Rev. W. @. Curtis OF
Bethel. They will reside on Mr.. Beans
farm In Bethel.
There was an early morning wedding
at the home Of Mrs. Mary Bartlett Fri.
day, when her daughter, Miss Bertha
Lawrence Bartlett, Was united In mar.
riage with Owen Ronello Davis Of Wood.
stock. Rev. j. q. Little oficiatsd.
William Corkum finished work ct the
mill Saturday, and has gone to Hudson,
Mass. His family went from here sew.
ersl weeks ago.
Mrs. Elmer Cummings, Mrs. Walter
Knight, Mrs. Abbie Trask, Mrs. Mary
Bartlett and Mr.. and Mrs. Owen Davis
attended Pomona Grange at Norway
Tuesday.
Joseph Decoteau and party of Berlin
N. A., are at Camp Echo for two weeks
Oxford Democrat. [volume] (Paris, Me.) 1833-1933, 1919-07-08
Pig Prizes by Maine Central.

To help bring Maine back to its former
prestige as pork.produoing state, and
to further increase the interest Of boys
and girls in the agricultural towns In the
raising Of little pigs, the Maine Central
railroad has offered $500 in prizes, to
be distributed among the sixteen
counties next year.
Any boy or girl raising female pig
this year and belonging to pig club will
be eligible to take part In the competi-
ton. A prize of SIS will be awarded to
the boy or girl in each county who
raises next year from club pig the
best litter Of not less than five little
pigs.
When the pigs are four weeks old they
will be scored by the University Of
Maine extension county agents, the cost
of production being considered in the
scoring. The second prize in each
county will be $40. The contest will
close July /, next year.
Oxford Democrat. [volume] (Paris, Me.) 1833-1933, 1919-07-08
Wilson's Mills.

Mr.. and Mrs. L. E. MoIntire Of Water
ford. with party of friends spent sew
eral days In town recently.
Mrs. Allura Coy, who has been to Bos
ton for surgical treatment, hiss returned
much improved In health.
Mr.. and Mrs. w. q. Hart motored to
Gardiner Sunday week. On their return
trip they called and brought Mrs. Luells
Pennock, . former resident here, home
with them.
School closed Tuesday, Miss Cecil
Bennett teacher.
The following party passed through
here to Parmacheenee recently: Mr.. and
Mrs. R. W. Sullowsy OF franklin, N. H.,
A. W. Hart and D. s. Fox guides; Mr.
and Mrs. c. Tilton Of Tilton, N. r., D.
G. Bennett and Clinton Bennett guides.
e. E. Bennett and family Of Bethel
and Mr.. and Mrs. Dwight Thurston and
family of Enrol were guests of their par.
ents, Mr.. and Mrs. John Olson, on Sun
day, making family gathering of TWEEN.
ty seven, including the family-of chill.
dren and grandchildren.