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Show LIKE FOR WHEN the Indians attack or when the big bomb drops, we keep a small pantry stocked with canned goods in the basement. And even aside from Indians or bombs or like calamity, calam-ity, it's nice to have when My Lady Fair Louise gets too busy to shop or when unexpected company drops in. When I was checking the other day to see what I should take out the back window at 3 a.m. from Chet or Stiff or George or Taylor's or Joe's grocery stores, I found out a strange fact which you knew all the time: Food prices have doubled! Don't know how long those cans of pork and beans have been there, but the four cans are marked with four distinct and separate prices. And the highest price is almost double the lowest price. Can't be over four or five years or the cans would be getting bulgey. And I eat a helluva lot of pork and beans, mixed with Wheaties. BUT THE LATEST mark of inflation I picked up in Ogden the other day, and I consider it downright insulting. With 20 minutes to spare I dropped into one of those plush new .hamburger joints for a quick sandwich. Went to the counter, picked up the all -ready burger, and asked for a glass of water. "Water is a dime, sir. But we have these small courtesy cups at no cost." 'LOOK, MY FRIEND, I'm not going to mix it. I'm going to drink it straight. I haven't mixed one for a long time." "S o r ry , s i r . I j ust wo rk he re." The courtesy cup was just that less than an average coffee cup. But it was full of water. And just THINK, kid, I got it FREE. Well, the bun was good. But I lost the meat. Under a slice of pickle. An idiom is an expression in or I'll be in the dog-house." Lilian went to the window and looked out. 'He rides a horse? And what will he do in the doghouse?" dog-house?" Girl friend: 'I told him to go fly a kite." "Really? At night?" "Look, it's raining cats and dogs." "Where.' Show me. Oh, you were joking." "Well, Lilian, how's it going?" go-ing?" "How is what going, please?" See how it goes? There must be hundreds of word combinations combina-tions which we use every day and which would be absolute Greek if we didn't understand them. FRANK BAKER, Echo's U.P. station agent and called by experts ex-perts the best geetar man in the area, bought me coffee in the Kozy Monday. He has been entertaining with his group at the Blackout in Park City. During Dur-ing a break the boys called on the Crazy Horse, which has built up (or down) a rather weird rep in the Park. "Hippies everywhere, man. And pretty girls, but all hippies. hip-pies. And dogues all over the place." "What's all over the place, Frank?" "Dogues, man, big dogues, little dogues, stinky dogues." "Now Frank, forgive my stupid ignorance, but wottinell is a dogue?" (He pronounced the word like rogue, or dough with a g.) BY NOW EVERY ONE in the cafe was cocking an ear. It was obvious that everybody couldn't wait to hear what was running all over the Crazy Horse. "You know, Mac, dogues. Fido, waggy tail. Bark. Arf-arf. Arf-arf. Dogues." "Well, whyn't you say so. Say dog. Say dawg. But dogue'.' Howe urn?" "I was in Missouri once and they called 'em dogues. What's good in Missouri must be o.k. for Utah. So they're all dogues to me." A dozen strangers in the Kozy roared with laughter. So now I'd appreciate it if the dogues would stay off our lawn. Just git along, little dogies. Mac. a language peculiar to itself. And it makes conversation extremely ex-tremely difficult for people in a foreign land, even though they have a knowledge of the foreign language. We had perfect examples of this trouble in speech which we never even give a second thought, in the visit of Lilian Ochoa, a Guatemala girl who won the hearts of Morgan County Coun-ty in her visit here as an exchange ex-change student. She knew the words, but she couldn't relate them in our idiom. For instance: 'Lilian, are you homesick?" 'Why, no, I'm not home, I'm here. And I'm not sick at all." A GENTLEMAN late for an appointment remarked: 'I'd better get on my horse |