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With this issue our work as editor and publisher of the Record closes. Last week a contract was signed with Mr. Harry L. Covert for the sale of the Record and its consolidation with the Review. This paper, which has been published by us continuously for 43 years, five months and ten days without missing an issue in all that time, has passed to other hands. This sort of announcement may sound like an obituary, but in reality it is not, for the old home paper will continue its weekly appearances with the familiar name preserved in its hyphenated title of its successor. We merely step out, but the paper goes on forever, we are hoping. It is not without sadness that we terminate our long connection with the Record. How would it be otherwise? During practically all of our adult life we have recorded the doings of this community, eulogized the dead and passed out bouquets to the living when they got married or performed other creditable acts. We have a feeling of satisfaction that we have printed an infinitely greater amount of praise than criticism. Long ago we got into the habit of saying good things about people whether they liked us or not, and forgetting to record whatever unpleasant incidents may