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Sunday Morning May Be Cheery Enough, With Its Extra Cup Of Coffee And Litter Of Sunday Newspapers, But There Is Always Hanging Over It The Ominous Threat Of 3 P.m., When The Sun Gets Around To The Back Windows And Life Stops Dead In Its Tracks.

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Who Has Not Wished That His Host Would Come Out Frankly At The Beginning Of The Visit And State, In No Uncertain Terms, The Rulesand Preferences Of The Household In Such Matters As The Breakfast Hour? And Who Has Not Sounded Out His Guest To Find Out What He Likes In The Regulation Of His Diet And Modus Vivendi (mode Of Living)?