<p><span class="deck"> <span class="typestyle"> In San Francisco Warren G. Harding lay dead, and the nation was without a Chief Executive. In the early morning hours, by the light of a flickering oil lamp, an elderly Vermonter swore in his son as the thirtieth President of the United States</span> </span></p>
<p><span class="deck"> How a brave and gifted woman defied her parents and her background to create the splendid collection that is Shelburne</span> </p>
<p><span class="deck">They border each other, they look alike, and most outsiders have a hard time separating the two. Yet residents know the differences are enormous.</span></p>
<p><span class="deck"><lead_in> IT BEGAN AS</lead_in> America’s most modern penal institution, and, for generations, the Vermont State Prison reflected the changing ways by which we thought we should punish our wrongdoers. Then, a tormented era and a ghastly crime combined to end its old career, and give it a surprising new one. </span></p>
<p><span class="deck"><lead_in>DURING THIS TRIP, HE GAVE THE NEW</lead_in> nation a new industry, wrote a proto-guide to New England inns and taverns, (probably) did some secret politicking, discovered a town that lived up to his hopes for a democratic society, scrutinized everything from rattlesnakes to rum manufacture, and, in the process, pretty much invented the summer vacation itself.</span></p>
<p><span class="deck"> <span class="typestyle"> The restlessness of Vermonters, says a native son, peopled many other states—but a solid core remains</span> </span></p>
