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evening he has felt the insiduous silence of time
drawing around him. In this mood, he sorts
out his life. His old defeats crowd in on
him, but he reshuffles them to the back
of his mind, and sorts out his victories,
his successes. He has reached a stage that
comes to each of us, when one becomes aware that
he is not as malleable as he was. With this
has come the realization that he has learned
to live with himself. He is at long last
content to be himself. He has learned to
see rare beauty in little things, the smell
of woodsmoke, the freshly fleeced sky,
sailboats moving like silent swans, a child's
laugh, the smooth velvet of pansies. From
these compensations, his mind drifts back to the
fire; he wonders if anything is as warm and
friendly as a fire. He kicks at the logs,
one fell in the grate, one outside. He kicks
the log back in the grate; they burned brightly
as if goaded to do their duty. He watches the fire
as it slowly dimishes and diappears, then draws
the mesh of the screen and goes off to bed.

Volunteers
MARY MOORE MILLER read news item on
tree inoculation in the prevention of
disease. The Ct. agricultural Station is
experimenting which a chemical which would
permeate the sap and perhaps poison the fungus
that causes disease in trees.

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Sylvia Woodward was absent, so there was
no forethought.

Douglas Farquhar, gave the meteorological
report for the past 6 months. Highest temperature
reported was 80 degrees Nov. 5, and March 30.
Lowest was 2 on Feb 11.