well known livestock. Although Summerville is a metropolitan area its peoples get on very together, you know, the kind of place where everybody knows everybody else. On entering its vicinity, one could almost imagine they were in a picture. The quaint little houses are painted white, and with brightly coloured window I might add, the outstanding knowledge of growing and arranging of beautiful flowers, Dum ille. People come to me with all their troubles. You may think that 70-17 87639 0-62-19 Summerville sounds a dull little place, but really it's lively exciting little. compound here my of the you. " 14th October. 59. The Conversation. Good morning Farmer Brown." "Good morning to air, you, replied the falmer in a very way, I air, meaning Cait, alow, lazy way, the schoolmaate:) "And how's the farm going?". asked the schoolmaster Well, it's goings allight, but I could gets use an extra hand, me down you know, having ; to do all that work on my mean I'm not one to complain, but own, it is. you know how I know," said the "Yes schoolmaster, knowing full well that the farmer can't quite the man work my, that bus is taking My. a while! in a Years it is, but I ain't rush, are you?" replied the farmer who always siccifor though he had all the time in the world. Laving "About this council?" said the farmer, "When are we a sitting? the "On tuesday week," replied schoolmaster rather proudly. I'm going to complain. terrible transport aaid the farmer angril about this ayatem, "all right, old chap, no need. fly off to remarked assuringly, bus now. the schoolmaster reah here comes the They boarded it together, and it was soon out of sight. Good OUR OLD BACK By. Our 3rd. November. 1959. FRIEND HELPED own local reporter. Devondale. November 3rd, Mrs. Eaveryone in out village knows as she is one of its oldest inhabitants. We also know how just lately, she has been getting a little out of hand. Of course, there is a S as cause for this, she is ninty years old and rather feeble, and I might add, her eyesight is very bad, and all her children are scattered about in the cities, and rarely to come and visit her. But I am very happy to she is at last on say Imind you, dear old could have got to with know, and win the confidence of Mao. Pike, who has disputed so many times en her friends. (as you might call them.) I shall tell you. It all started Well, now, viaito from one of when Mrs. Pike was having one of the rare her daughters, dusan, and her husband Michael, had decided to take her Susan daughter Carol, who is eighteen months old, flor on a picnic in the country, at rowing, but she was was a not rowing also very 5 independant, and would not allow her husband, Mickart to help her. They eventually reached their destination, after picnic which susan had prepared. After they had eaten, and brusily tidying |