The harvest-home or supper is a thing of the past. To those who feel the fascination of the past this may appear sad, but it is not so really for, even while it existed, this surface goodwill was often an empty show.

A liar did ought to have a good memory.

Words as to the inner emotions do not come readily to me, for I have led an isolated life mentally and spiritually.

Readers have no doubt noticed how seldom builders live in houses of their own construction. You will find a town or village expanding in all directions with their masterpieces of modernity in the way of houses and bungalows; but the builder himself you will usually find living nearer the heart of things, snugly and comfortably housed in some more substantial, if less convenient, building of less recent date.

The luxuries of the few were becoming necessities of the many.

Some great poet or philosopher once said that " he who goes to nature for comfort must go to her empty handed " , and I think he was right.

What greater restoratives have we poor mortals than a good meal taken in the company of loving friends?