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clubhouse in the village, equipped with a movie theatre, lounging rooms and bowling alleys, in the hope that marvelous diversions would instigate the violation of the long winter. On Sundays two two bells rang - Catholic once and Protestant once - and children were polished up and sent off to the appropriate Sunday School. Priest and pastor arrived to celebrate the rites of Christendom according to their lights, leaving our village [??] and blessed. This was the way it was in the northern timberlands in those old days when I was taken to spend the winters there. nobody suffered from want and nobody seemed to be unhappy. Everybody worked at what he knew how to do and everybody was kind and friendly.

One Sunday a young man from my fathers offices came out to have dinner with us in Hubbard Woods. He looked pale and excited and as we rose to leave the table he turned abruptly