The heading over these columns should be changed. For with the ghastly threat of war overhanging this great country, society, in its generally accepted term, has become a dead letter and all things pertaining to the social have ceased to exist. To sit here and even think of such frivolities seems pitifully grotesque when, as one wries, the heavy boom of artillery only a few miles away assails one's ears.
It is heartening, however, incredible though it may seem, to find people carrying on their work just as usual, despite the knowledge that men are dying on the blood-stained field of
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