though so that I don't think they would be much advantage to me as I don't want to hook up a team every time I go to town. I left my coal oil at the farm and walked home from there getting a ride from the Winding Hill with Billy Watson. It was rather late when I got the chores all done and as I was tired I didn't do anything all evening but snooze. I didn't go out to vote to-day as I had no way of getting there except walking and I didn't consider the election important enough to warrant that much exercise. Kent & Roy Misener are the apirants for the reeve's chair and though I would have supported Reg Kent had I voted I don't think it makes much difference. Misener was in to see Dad. soliciting his vote and using the argument that if he stayed "to home" the whole council would be up around Port Ryerse. Dad. told him he didn't care if they were in Kalamazoo for all the good they ever did him or the road past him which has had no permanent improvement made to it since he has lived on it in spite of the fact that he has paid taxes enough himself during that time to gravel it. Pickford was telling of a great time they had the other night, New Year's eve a man knocked at the door and when they opened it they discovered Ellis Ryerse supporting his wife who was in great distress and wanting to borrow Pickford's horse & cutter as they had had a breakdown in their car while on their way to Mrs. Lawson's. Pickford got them the cutter as fast as possible and they got down town just in time as twenty minutes later they had a new daughter. A great pity was that after all their trouble they couldn't have postponed the event for a few hours as it seems the Simcoe merchants are offering prizes to the first three babies born in Norfolk in 1925. Very mild & cloudy.

Tuesday January 6th

Those men, beloved of the Muses, who are capable of expressing in cadenced words fitting appreciations of all things beautiful are wont to find themes for their songs in the weather that does or should prevail between the Venal equinox and the first killing frost of Autum.

Seldom do we hear a voice from parnassus eulogizing the breath of january unless it be to try to work up. alittle sympathy for whatever merits a rigorous climate may have to "Stir the Viking blood," but this meets with little response and I admit deserves little. There are days never the less even at this season when the pallid fac eof narure suggests a