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Show THROUGH A Wrnaris Eyes By JEAN NEWTON THOSE SILLY ANTS WE WERE out on a picnic, having hav-ing lunch on top of a hill thai overlooked a beautiful countryside. ! it was a golden Sunday, with spring n bloom The air smellec 1 sweet, some birds were singing, and oven. aU a calm blue sky, with little white Huffs of placid clouds floating con tentedly on its surface. l U was good for tired city folks The strain and worry, the pace of hectic week, seemed to ooze onto, i bones as we lay around basking on tSe W ltop. We breathed in wit the air the calm and peace an. I Lx relaxing like an overstrained i S'g tt t il allowed to fall back I in"LoPokC-" sa.d some one. as we Lre tiling after lunch, 'ce, those |