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Show RUMINATIONS-OF j THE RAMBLER The Rambler (Noah Webster says "rambler" means anything from a? wanderer to a bird of paradise) started out on a rumination (the same Webster says that ruminate means to "meditate, to chew, muse on, ponder on,' etc.") ramble. About the first man the Rambler met was "Jimmy" Glenn. Of course Jimmy's name is James, but that's altogether too dignified an appela-tion appela-tion for Jimmy, and besides, folks might not recognize our genial miner ex-miner, we should say friend. Jimmy was helping Mcln-tyre, Mcln-tyre, the boss contractor, to lay cement ce-ment in mid-winter, which is an unusual un-usual pastime in Utah. The Rambler began to "chew" with Jimmy. Jimmy's Jim-my's leg has so far mended from the attempt to prop up a mine that he is back in the ranks of the employed. He will be missed from the inner councils of the unshaved at the Roth tonsorial parlors. With Jimmy gone and Nate Stoddard away in Provo some new blood must .be found to keep up the reputation of this center cen-ter of philosophy and wisdom. But Mr. Glenn beg pardon Jimmy is glad to resign his seat in the council to take up productive activities again and says, "It sure feels good to be able to use both legs and to be doing something useful." And Nate Stoddard how will Milford Mil-ford seem with that young philosopher philoso-pher so far away as Provo? Nate has been a part o Milford so long that it's going to be mighty lonesome without him. But Nate will not resign re-sign from the innerv council, he'll merely take a transfer to Provo, and the circles of Utah' historians and politicians of that thrifty city at the foot of the mighty snow-capped mountains to the north of us, will tie enriched and edified by his presence and knowledge. Postmaster "Bill" Munford's bailiwick bail-iwick has been the scene of great activity the past month. Mr. Mun-ford Mun-ford saw it coming away back in August Au-gust and did his best to get from under. un-der. He resigned. It didn't "take" not yet. For weeks it didn't seem to have any effect upon the chief postal servants of Uncle Sam who operate the slow spool of red tape back in Washington. That same spool seemed to unwind more slowly than the "mill of the gods" do grind; so, as the holidays seemed to gallop along more closely every day, and the visions of stacks of mail sacks and bundles as high as a house approaching ap-proaching multiplied, Bill grew nervous. He put in a sick call. He felt the call to the simple life on his Beaver ranch very strongly. Did you know, gentle reader, that the postmaster post-master of Milford is really the postmaster post-master general so far as Beaver county is concerned? He is director general, auditor, treasurer, storekeeper store-keeper and general counsel for all the other offices in this district, which is Beaver county. He puts in more hours at hard labor than;- any other man in Milford or in the penitentiary peni-tentiary unless it be Janitor Rogers Rog-ers of the Milford schools but that's another story. The Postal Department De-partment , fellows in Washington merely sent word back to the weary postmaster to "cheer up," or words to that effect, "it will be worse soon, if you're really sick, hire somebody that your bondsmen will stand for to do the work and pay 'em yourself." Finally, some two months since, an examination for a new postamster to relieve Munford was held. But it isn't really surprising that the department de-partment hesitates. The public's satisfied, sat-isfied, it's well served, and Air. Munford's Mun-ford's constitution seems tip-top for a sick man. |