House cleaning! What memories those words bring to all of us. In younger days, before we were old enough to assist much in this semi-annual upheaval, we have visions of making a playhouse tent from the rug that was thrown over the clothes line for its seasonal beating. Mother enlisted every available member of the family in this crusade of soap suds, which lasted for several days or until every nook and cranny from the attic to the cellar had had its turn. In the meantime, the regular routine life of the family was completely upset. We ate when, where and what we could. Of course, every one was relieved when the ordeal was finished-but, oh, the look of satisfaction on mother's face as she proudly surveyed her spotless domain. The family at last settled down to a comfortable, normal existence until the process had to be begun again.