Putnam patriot., 1930-07-24

retired, when the World War broke out and he was appointed a Major in charge of the Harvard R. o. T. c unit. He was instrumental in the splendid record which this unit made in the war.
 Indian Steals Dinner
 The heroism Of the Flynns' was not confined to the men alone. Woodstock was not a quiet place to live in al- ways, for the Wabbaquisset Indians grew more and more restless as the white men encroached on their lands. Indeed, fort was constructed where the women and children were left while the men were in the fields. One day, and Mrs. Bingham heard this story at first hand. while one of the Flynn wives, who refused the safety of the fort was sitting in the house, an Indian walked in. She made no move and the Indian, attract ed by the smell of the dinner, cook ing on the stove went into the kitchen and, lifting the kettle off. walked out. The only less was the dinner.
 Whit of Oliver Wendell Holmes
 One day there was a tap on the door and when Mrs. Bingham's moth CT opened it, there stood Oliver Wend- ell Holmes. Taking of his hat he said, "the first thing 1 want you to tell me about this doorstep" And we'll he might for the doorstep in question is massive, semi-circular piece of stone stretching far in front of the door and telling one as one looks at 1t that it has been there since TITS and intends to stay there forever. It is solid doorstep which, while it gives you dignified welcome, yet somehow lets you feel it's own un- obstrusive permanance. Holmes had come to look up some graves in the Woodstock cemetery, but he stayed to see the house.
 A Treasure House of Furniture
 One could go on forever about the treasures of this house. About it's sampler worked by girl of eight with a list of births with their dates and a space carefully left for a cor responding list of deaths; about the lovely silver spoons with coffin-shaped handles so that the casual tea-drink- CT should not enjoy his tea unduly about the spinning wheels and the flax wheels; about the gorgeous old We'd gewood and Lowestoft china; about the queer little rooms and the beams which were cut to last forever; about the mighty stone chimney around which the house is built; about the hollyhocks which just now make a gorgeous display over the walls and across the doorstep; about the hymn books running back for years and years; about the ancient "courtlng seat": about the naples which were planted by one generation and are actually being enjoyed by the people for whom they were planted.
 The wonderful thing about the century-old house is not it's age nor it's beauty for there are plenty of houses as old and as beautiful. But there are very few which have been handed down from generation to generation in the same family; where the furni. ture is being used as it was used a hundred years ago; which are not commercial proposition; where there are no official guides and no Do Not Touch" signs; where nothing IS foi sale; where, in fine. the stream of nor maj life has been quietly running for seven generations. There is m at mosphere in this house such as Is found rarely in the United States to- day. 1t is not an atmosphere Of Pros perty or Depression, of Big Business ar of the stock market but one of sim plicity. Here have simple people liv- ed their simple lives in simple way as their fathers and grandfathers did before them. And for this atmos- phere, the Centrury-0ld House stands alone,