I remember those frightful days when the fear of rabies was at its peak. One incident that stands out in my memory is the graveside funeral service of my grandfather, William Riborn "Will" Alderson, in the summer of 1945. Near the end of the service at the Merit cemetery, someone noticed a stray dog on the grounds. At the mere notice of the dog, the folks attending the service were encouraged to get into their automobiles while some of the men went back into town to get their shotguns. Though I was only four years old at the time, the memory of that occasion is still very vivid. James A. Temple