ALL GONE

The Review announces regretfully its inability to comply with further requests for copies of any issues of its Volume I (1938) with the exception of Nos. 4 and 6 (October and December). Several dozen letters asking for back numbers have been received this month but it has been necessary to respond negatively to most of them. Copies of the first three issues were exhausted many weeks ago and there have been so many demands for Vol. II, No. 1 (January, 1939), that it likewise no longer is available. Many university and public libraries are desirous of completing their files of our modest organ and The Review seizes this occasion to urge all readers who may have no interest in preserving back numbers to retransmit them so that they may be made accessible to others.

FLORAL NOTE

Everyone knows how the pale fires of our faith in humanity may be rekindled and flame brightly anew on those rare occasions when the mail brings in a letter which 1) has no postage due; 2) requests nothing, and 3) conveys an unsolicited kind word. Such was the singularly agreeable experience of The Review this month when Harry Clemons, University of Virginia Librarian, commented:

"The arrival of the February 1939 number of The Regional Review moves us to reiterate our appreciation of this publication and our gratitude for the inclusion of this library on the regular mailing list. The articles and the notes are alike interesting and useful for reference."

GOODNESS GRACIOUS!

It was pointed out long ago that streams of water received generous recognition when the various Recreational Demonstration Areas of the Region were named. There are a run, a brook, and seven creeks. The latter, which certain good colleagues will maintain steadfastly and to the bitter end are cricks and not creeks at all, includes that arch heels-snapper-backer, Hard Labor, which, despite the suggestion of travail and suffering, is a gentle land where children play and timid wild flowers grow. Considering those circumstances of nomenclature, it appears to be more than idly diverting that some of the demurer young ladies who camped last summer at Crabtree Creek habitually referred to that fine bucolic area as "Cobb's Creek." Can it be that we have overlooked a sociological bet in ignoring Crab Orchard or Quadruplicate Roses Recreational Demonstration Area?

REDECORATION HINT

It was reported on this page two numbers ago that Superintendent Kahler, of Fort Marion National Monument, Florida, is receiving a liberal education concerning that two-and-a-half-century-old Spanish outpost by reading the comments which visitors are invited to set down as they register. The Review now wants to add a postscript before dropping the whole matter. It is about the comment to end all comments, contributed recently by a good lady who made a careful inspection of the venerable coquina fortifications, the oldest built by white men in the United States, and advised their harrassed guardians:

"The fort seems to be a little too old-fashioned and out of date."

--H.R.A.