OCR Text |
Show IT'S AMAZING ... and terribly ter-ribly embarrassing . . . how many people come into the shadowed pro shop at Round Valley Country Club, see the lady standing there, speak to her and even enter into conversation. conversa-tion. She refuses to answer. She is very pretty and very well-dressedbut she's only a dummy. Have you visted the Round Valley lately? Ask a member to take you to dinner the dining room is elegant, and the food and service are outside this world. IF YOU'RE OVER 40 you'll enjoy this'n. If you're under 20 you'll undoubtedly be puzzled. Four times, in four different towns in the past month, My Lady Fair Louise has asked for a chocolate ice cream soda. And you can believe it or not but you'd better because it's true the waitress or counter girl never heard of it. Try it, next time you go into a drug store or soda fountain. Go on I dare you. UP UNTIL very recent years, the ice cream soda was by far the leading seller at all soda fountains. Now there are as many different mixes and drinks as there are kinds of Chev-rolets Chev-rolets and Fords. (Remember when you could say that's a Chevy and not worry about which one?) In Nephi Sunday, three of the girls in our group ordered ice cream sodas. (All were a mite over 40.) The lovely girl at our table had a very blank look. And so Vivian Godfrey of Mid-vale, Mid-vale, who put in some time behind be-hind the counter probably about 20 years ago, gave her the recipe. Put in half a scoop of ice cream. Mash it together with chocolate syrup (or strawberry or pineapple or whatever) until it's mushy. Add two full scoops of ice cream. Then squirt in carbonated water, mixing with spoon meanwhile. That's all, sister. That's a chocolate ice cream soda. GOSH, TALK ABOUT a generation gen-eration gap. And incidentally, I've wondered for half a century why a malted milk costs so much more than a milk shake. IF YOU DrDN't visit the Park. City Arts Festival Saturday or Sunday you missed a real treat. Whether you're the type who says "I like that" or "what does it mean?" or "I wish I could appreciate art, maybe I'd learn to like it," you would have had a ball. This thing could snowball into one of the nation's biggest art festivals. There were almost three times as many entries on Park City's sidewalks as there were a year ago, the first effort. Lord only knows how many there'll be next year. So many people worked so hard to make this event successful suc-cessful that it's impossible to mention them all. Instead, just congratulations to everybody. When you get a crowd in a town the size of Park City, so big that people are walking more than a mile from the nearest parking space; so big that you drive slowly DOWNHILL DOWN-HILL only on Main Street, and then at only five miles per hour to skip pedestrians filling the street, THAT'S a lot of visitors. Again, thanks a million to all the workers, the exhibitors, the traffic handlers, and everybody involved. IT'S PRETTY SILLY, the way people get excited over gossip. Couple of weeks ago, word got around that a hippie commune com-mune was movinginto the meadows mead-ows above East Canyon Dam. Dope, murder, rape, open sex all were forecast for the "village" "vil-lage" which the hippies were to set up in that beautiful spot. Silly, stupid, ignorant gossip, all of it. The group which is coming into the area is aligned with the very same Organization which produces the nationally famous Shakesperean Festival at Cedar City each year. It is the Utah Art League, which produces the Utah Renaissance Fair, everything Fifteenth Century, Cen-tury, including drama, music, paintings, sculpture, pottery, all the crafts. Morgan County may well feel honored to entertain enter-tain the Renaissance Fair Aug. 21 and 22 and Aug. 28 and 29. That's the next two week-ends. Relax folks. No hippy commune. com-mune. Just Shakesperean players, play-ers, minstrels, archery, Irish log-tossing, and the like. Go and have fun. Couple of miles past the upper end of East Canyon reservoir. Mac. |