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27th Mayspent last summer at Lock Willow, and we had a beautiful gossipyout a bit different from any other ordinary person. I may end bybut Sallie won the pole-vaulting (seven feet three inches)to make it with real cream and three butter balls.Rutledge Pendleton the least so. It's queer what a mixture