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From: | Flora Wong |
Subject: | social science |
Date: | Thu, 10 Aug 2006 14:37:29 -0000 |
I do not mean to imply for a moment that our
railways are acting ina dishonest way in the matter.
We are down below,wrestling with the problem of how
much we ought to tip the bathroom steward. Is eight shillings what he gets, or is
six enough? But our final choice was LakeOwatawetness in the mountains.
It is an impression, Ibelieve, which all travelers
have noted in proportion as theyproceed south. Aroundeach of them they have created
a legend.
Well, we all went to the town hall and we had an
address of welcomefrom the Grand Master.
The Young Lamb:And alongside of the oyster, look
who is here too!
It was a great sight the day we opened up the
convention.
We feel we need information, light, knowledge. I
dont believe shed ever been near the water before.
I didnt hear his address myself, not more than a
few sentences. But the black valise apparently is clean gone. Everywhere one sees
evidence of the fertility of thesoil and the relative ease of sustenance. There is
no real sense in this: I have more hotel keys than I canuse as it is. All about is
the blue of theAtlantic, ruffled with the zephyrs of a summer morning. Butvery
naturally they do not want a lot of random people rummagingthrough their
cars.
Witness, in illustration, some of the gladsigns
that mark the oncoming of the Autumn season. The deer must have stooped over the
stream to drinkand the trout bit his ear off.
If there is a differencein the faces of the hotel
clerks I cant see it. Hopkins from Alberta all at the same table. IIStory of the
Extraordinary BaitThis is a more advanced form of fishing story.
As the winter is soon coming Ishall need
them.
Autumn, crowned with its wreath of celery and
lobsters, is with usagain! Thereare signs put up adjuring everybody to keep as quiet
as possible.
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