Winding the Clock 



be on our way back to the joys and the 

 sorrows, the comedies and tragedies that 

 make up life in High- Way Land. 



I am not much of a believer in 

 astrology. Still, it is interesting. I 

 know little about it in any technical 

 sense. I have never been especially 

 concerned as to what the planets and 

 constellations were doing on the Sep- 

 tember night of my own nativity. 

 However, from an entry in the old 

 family Bible I have been able to figure 

 that Lyra was near the zenith. Lyra 

 is of course the lyre of the Heavens, 

 and the lyre is the symbol used by 

 artists to indicate Music and Poesy. 

 I confess that these have always made 

 a great appeal to me, and Vega, who 

 presides over that group of stars, blaz- 

 ing overhead with amazing purity of 

 light, always seemed to me to stand 

 for high and firmly-fixed ideals; and 

 sometimes I try to "make believe" 

 that she is the one particular celestial 

 body to which my life-line was origi- 



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