The Republican. [volume] (Oakland, Md.) 1877-current, 1940-11-28


A heavy fog settled over the noun
tain top on Sunday, blotting out even
your neighbours house, it was so thick.
1t seemed to confine the world to ones
own home and nothing else.
There wasn't much use to take an
automobile ride. One couldn't have
seen anything beautiful and the dan
ger of driving through fog would
have been ever present.
There wouldn't have been any en-
joyment tramping through the woods,
playing golf or doing any other out
side activity.
1t was just day to enjoy ones
home. The fog seemed to cut out
everything else. 1t wasn't even neces-
sary to listen to war news. The world
had been contacted in the morning be-
fore the fog fell, in the Sunday School
and Church, and even here the world
seemed secondary, with God upper
most in the minds of those who didn't
miss the opportunity of attending.
1t wouldn't be a bad idea to get en-
veloped in such fog more often than
we do, and discover the joys of just
being at home.
One of the big joys of being home,
I haven't yet tried, according to one
of the radio programs.
Some concern was advertising soap
over the radio which in place of the
real name we will call Fluffy duffy"
The announcer tried to persuade me
that taking bath with this soap was
'an exciting adventure"
Now, | have taken a lot of baths in
my time, and with a lot of different
kinds of soap.
In my babyhood the baths were
given to me, naturally.
In my youth they were taken be-
cause | was told had to.
Then | became used to it and took
them just so | wouldn't have to be
told.
Then I shifted out into the world
on my own and took them because |
didn't care to use perfume instead.
Then l took them because l finally
decided to enjoy being clean.
Now | take them to get off a lot of
printers ink, in addition to keeping
clean.
But never yet have taken bath
for an exciting adventure" And,
furthermore, I never expect to.
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But back to the joys of home.
Just to be comfortably seated with
a newspaper and being asked to
empty the garbage can, or bring up
something from the cellar.
Just to be reclining in perfect con-
tentment and having the boys poster
to read the funnies.
Just to be reading a continued story
and hear the suggestion that we ought
to be cleaning chat old chest"
Just to be musing at the piano at
the same time that somebody's favor
lite program is starting on the air.
Just to be listening to the radio and
hear the banging of the boys on the
piano.
Just to be at ease, with the house
temperature just right, and hear the
suggestion that a fire in the fireplace
would be lovely.
Just to be getting along fine with
the evening dishes and have the boys
upstairs yelling and splashing in the
tub and saying their mother was too
rough around the ears.
There's nothing like it, and have
MT even told the half of it. Just COM
pare it with any other life, and if
everything is always serene and calm,
then it isn't life.
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You might ask Russ Brown about
the bargain in potatoes he heard
about from his wife.
She told him one day at breakfast
that one could buy potatoes now at
one cent each. He didn't know wheth-
er to believe it or not. The latest
quotation, she told him, was "$1 90
per hundred"
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