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clubhouse in the village, equipped with a movie theatre, lounging rooms and bowling alleys, in the hope that innocuous diversions would mitigate the isolation of the long winters.

  On Sundays two bells ^pealed rang - Catholic ones

and Protestant ones - 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 shriven and blessed.

  This was the way it was in the northern

timberlands in those old days when I was taken to spend the summers 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 father's office 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