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{(Brooke Meadow, con.) 139}

Margaret G. T. Moore reported an improvement in the
order which prevailed at the late Rockville Fair as compared
with previous ones. Roberta Allen told of
her experiences among the Moros in the Philipines –
they are evidently still a wild tribe, but it is believed,
no longer “head-hunters”, as of yore, the
school master being abroad in that far distant
country, which it is hoped may be given to
Japan or whoever will take it off our hands.

Alice Tyson’s ice-house had caved in, a common
occurrence apparently as several offered
plans for her relief, from lining it on the inside
and throwing the extra soil behind the boards,
to consulting with an expert such as our new arrival
Frank T. Lea. S. T. Miller read an
amusing story of a painter’s bill for repairing
a Belgian church decoration, from angel’s wings
to a new tail for his Satanic Majesty. Elma
Chandlee’s offering was somewhat in the same
vein, a Prelate visiting a friend had hidden
the silver ornaments in the bureau for security
and had received a letter asking for their whereabouts.

Albina O. Stabler’s poem was
especially appropriate to this time of “war
and rumors of war”, we thought, “He serves
his country best who live pure life and doeth
righteous deed,
And walks straight paths however others stray,
And leaves his sons an uttermost bequest
A stainless record, which all men may read, -
This is the better way!”

The Sec’y gave part of a new Gov. Bulletin
which warns us all against the habit of putting
on underwear as the weather becomes
cooler. The aphorism, “the colder the day, the
thicker the merino” was termed a fallacy. Designed
as an inner garment, to hold the moisture and
waste of the skin, and of a texture demanding
constant laundering to insure cleanliness, it has
become a hygienic hallucination, a flannel
fetish worshipped by deluded men. People forget
that most homes have a summer atmosphere
in winter, nowadays, and the wiseacres dress
accordingly, putting on extra clothing to keep