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Show 7&e Sent tycteut The Old Settler Second AS(pcgTIN a MUMN MR. AND MRS. GEORGE E. JONES, Owners and Publish en BOB McCASLIN, NEWS AND SPORTS EDITOR MRS. MARIAN McCASLIN, CIRCULATION MANAGER WAYNE MOVER, APPRENTICE CORRESPONDENTS ? Montlcello Marilyn Rowley Norman Lnndell Standing News Jolino Holt Blanding Locals Helen Redshaw Out East Mrs. Carlos Hall Bluff Francis White La Sal Entered in the Postoffice at Monticello, Utah as Second Class matter, under the Act of March 3, 1879. Published every Thursday at Monticello, Utah SUBSCRIPTION RATES: In San Juan County ...... $3 a year Outside San Juan County $4 a year Box 428, Monticello, Utah Phone JU I 'ill ijllliiljl 0 'I 'I '1 'i '111 'lit til) 0 liiilT 'i Mi) li iiiili l1 !i lll7llrTlTlTli' iTn I matter of courtesy . . . A matter out of the ordinary arose this week with a complaint registered by tourists camping at Dalton Springs on Blue Mounatin that a group of local youth kept them awake and generally disturbed their A peace Monday evening. Closer investigation revealed that a local group of youth did have an outing on the mountain but were properly chaperoned and it is quite doubtful that they behaved out of line. The fact remains, however, that the tourists were unhappy and could concievably tell others that their treatment in the area was not good and thus give San Juan and Monticello a black eye, whether deserved or not. Dalton Springs appears on many highway maps and is a popular tourist stop. True enough this is public land and everyone has a right to its use but as a matter of courtesy other areas on the mountain might be utilized by large groups so that in the future such disturbances will not occur. Ranger LeGrand Olson suggests that Taylor Springs, only a short distance up the road from Dalton Springs is an excellent spot for such a party. Since tourists are part of our economy, such little courtesies as going a little farther so as not to disturb them should be ' the least we can do to see that they enjoy their stay and come back again. 'Halter Broken' . . . Here is something to think about. It didnt happen in Russia, it happened right here in the U.S.A. Commenting editorially, the Portland, Oregonian says: One doesn't realize how regimented America farmers have become until a Stanley Yankus or a James Weir pops up in the news. Mr. Yankus . . was the Michigan fanner who sold out and moved to Australia after the federal government had fined him more than $5,000 for growing too much wheat. Mr. Yankus did not grow the wheat for sale but to feed his several thousand chickens, but that made no difference. He had planted more than his allotment of wheat acreage and Uncle Sam put the screws on him. Down At Lake Village, Ark. . . James Weirs 944-acfarm was sold at government auction for $60,000. Mr. Weir grows rice and is in hock to the government for more than $27,000 in penalties. He paid $8,900 for overplanting his 1958 acreage allotment, owes $10,244 for overplanting in 1960 and $16,872 for exceeding the 1959 allotment. The government took his farm to get its penalty money. The Arkansas fanner contends that acerage allotments are unconstitutional, that a man can grow what he wants on his land and how much he wishes of any particular crop. Not very many years ago virtually every American would have agreed with him. Our farmers evidently have been pretty well broken to the halter. Only when a Yankus or a Weir rears up in defiance does one realize how complacently the majority responds to Washingtons whoas and re ... giddups. More and more industries, and individuals other than fanners, are finding themselves with Washing ton rings in their noses for regulatory lead ropes. My dear San Juaners: So far as my tastes and pre- ferences and ideals are concerned, my father was the best man I ever knew, yet he had his peculiarities. He was aware of them, and I became aware of some of them. One of his most peculiar peculiarities was his preference for mules. I dont know whether it was with the notion that mules had in them iron than horses had, or whether it was that he somehow loved them more, and saw in their woebegone faces some plea for sympathy he could not resist. It may have stemmed from the time when he was a little boy with great eagerness to ride, and somehow he became the proprietor of an old cashiered mule. He loved that mule with all the devotion that poverty can inspire for the prize which is gained after having been earnestly wanted for a long time. My father did love horses; his devotion to his faithful old was an inspiration to me from early childhood, yet independent of all that, he had a special place In his heart for mules. In his childhood he had succeeded in becoming possessor shot of an old muzzle-loadin- g gun, and of a worshipful dog that had a mania for hunting and killing skunks, and when he got that mule, on which to ride while he hunted ducks along the shore of the lake, his world was all that a bare-foo- t boy could desire. He told me that he never saw a mule that he didnt want to .trade for, and he never traded for it, that he didnt get beaten in the trade. And, strange to say, he never had a mule that he didnt want to part with in a trade, or some other way, and he never parted with a mule without being the worse for the transaction. That was in was the days when horse-flesabout the most potent means of doing things. Horses were the standards of value, about as much so as the silver dolg had a lar, and powerful lure. The shrewd horse-trade- r was regarded as superior in a special way, everybody wanted to trade with him, and to skin him if possible. To skin a good horse-tradewas more gratifying than the value of what was gained in the skinning horse-servan- ts h horse-tradin- r, process. My father, with all due respect to him, was not a good trader, especially if a mule were involved in the deal. I know it hurt and embarrassed my father to realize that he had been trimmed in a trade, but he didnt feel at home with his conscience if he trim- - Wheel Troubles? If you are having trouble with wheels that are out of balance or alignment, then come in and let us help you. COMPLETE FACILITIES FOR: 'k Front System Rebuilding Wheel Balancing it Wheel Alignment . . . AUTOMATIC TRANSMISSION WORK med the other fellow. I dont know how many mules he had before I came on the scene, but he had them frequently, and on two occasions, he had donkeys. When I was about nine years old, we heard that a man named Billy BeLon up the country had a real mule, a little mule, black as tar, and with ponderous ears. At that time a popular song was on everybodys lips, the chorus of which ran, That mule was a kicker, Hed raise you up slicker Or knock you down quicker than etc. and gallons of liquor I imagined that Billy BeLons black mule was of course the one about which everybody was singing. Now I dont know Just how it happened that my father became the regrettful possessor of that identical mule. He was a riproaring broncho, and about the size of his jackass ancestor. In spite of his size and the ways of his fathers people, that black mule contained excessive quantities, of the violent stuff which makes mules difficult and dangerous. He was what an old Indian called, Heap slow-movin- g mule! Nobody to ride wanted dared to, till a long-los- t brother of my father came in from nowhere, and was lured at once to that mule in our corral. He said he had a particular way with mules, and it was agreed at once that he was the very element needed to relieve a rather distressed situation. I watched with keen interest from the top of an adobe wall as the two men undertook to saddle that broncho. Oh what a squirming, darting, incorrigible! He could kick too fast to be seen. Twice they put the saddle where he recently was, and when they finally got it on, and cinched it as tight as they could, he went into a convulsion of gyrations and shed that saddle and the blankets like a snake shedding its skin. They got cinches, and replacing the saddle, they pulled up the laragos till ring struck ring. They let him convulse all over the corral, hoping hed get his pinched little belly full of it before my uncle mounted, and when he stopped, with the sweat dripping from the heavy bushes over his daggerlooking little eyes, he was considered sufficiently reduced in fury to be ridden. They snubbed him to the fence while my uncle got in the saddle, and then, instead of more convulsing, he flew in dizzy circles and ran purposely against the gate, knocking it from its hinges. And Oh my! He flew like then a black streak down the road, his wirey legs opening and shutting too fast to count, his tail straight out behind and his ponderous ears laid fashion on his in stream-likneck. My uncle was erect in the saddle, seeming to be hauling the ropes of the for the mule wore no bridle, and that hackamore availed nothing. My father rode in hot pursuit, and they were soon out of sight. How far they ran, and how that mule was captured and made to come back, I never knew. I fancy they ran no less than 10 miles, and my father had had him snubbed short to the horn of his saddle all the way home. Just what the deal was I dont know, but when my uncle left us he took the mule I never knew just what my father got for the Billy BeLon mule, but he came out ahead whatever he got, and my uncle was pleased with for he had a his particular way with mules. I shall not try to tell of all the mules we were associated with in the next three years, but we met a man named Maxwell, and he had a real Missouri mule, weighing 1300. I was pleased to see him, I had my secret fears, and I dont know how it happened, but my father got into a kind of allround trade with that man, Maxwell, and him nobody long-eare- d Record of Yesteryear Yean Ago ed by Mr. appointed chairman of USO campaign. Mr. and Mrs. E. L. Young announce the recent marriage of their daughter Ethel to Michael Pritchard. Mr. and Mrs. Donald T. Adams entertained at a dinner Saturday evening in honor of Elmo Redd, Gordon Wood, DeVere Halls and Ned Jensen who will leave in the near, future for the armed forces. 15 Years Ago Modem service station will open soon. The owners and operators are Paul J.. Black and Reed H. Wilson. The Blue Mountain guest ranch now owned and operat- - 10 Years Ago Mrs. Carol Behunin. Mr. and Mrs. Ed Markosek pects to spend six The approaches to the proposed new bridge at' Mexican had as guests this week Mrs. there. Hat and the mines access road into Kane Valley are to be For a Treat gravelled soon. Miss Dorothy SWIMMING Blanding BASEBALL Lee Burtenshaw and Edward GOLF Harvey Shepherd were united in marriage Friday In Bland- when Maxwell went away, we had the mule. Old Pike. He was a work mule, slow and steady and hard to turn to the right or the left. And, for want of horses at that time, I had to ride Old Pike, I never could speak gramati-call- y to or about Old Pike. When my father parted with him, he didnt get trimmed in the trade. No matter how much the other man made in the deal, we came out ahead, we had got rid of Old Pike, and that was the last thing we needed to get our bellys full of mules. (This story can be heard today over KUTA, .on Recapture Hill at about a quarter to one.) 1960. AFTER ing. Milton Nielson is around again after a severe attack of the flu. Several farms Out East lost large reservoirs during the spring run off. There were more than ten thousand cords of forest products removed for Bureau of Land Management forests in Monticello, Utah Thursday, June 28, 1962 . MnwltaM 'ROUND Can ns in case of sn emergency! We fill yonr tank, or deliver hack-amor- CHEVROLET'S GOT THE CHOICE TO PLEASE CHOOSY PEOPLE CORVAIR MONZA Something sporty? Many a family mans aficionado after turned t all-ou- .. JET-SMOOT- Luncheon 1st N rear Phone CHEVY H NOVA Holding out for liveliness and luxury at a price CHEVROLET H Heres about all the room, ride that wont rock your budget? and refinement you want and it all comes at a Chevrolet price. Pick from 34 models during See the new Chevrolet , Chevy ' Rigid: Chevy Chevys Golden Sales Jubilee II and Corvair at your local authorized Chevrolet dealers Dinner Elk Ridge Cafe; Blanding, Utah Phone JU Monticello, Utah REDDS : 7-22- f Wi s? " II Nova. II Nova Sport Coupe VoilA, the new Chevy Foreground: Chevrolet Impala Convertible Sedan Breakfast 28 W Monticello, Utah e For The Best 587-256- 2 muvinMailNforr half-lengt- h ALL Bill Hards - Automotive Specialist Mttf The San Juan Record Background: Corvair Monza MAKES News of Queen City of the Golden Circle Calvin Bartell of Orem has Markoseks sister and brother-in-laand Mrs. Clarence been visiting here with his Captain and Mrs. Carl and their sons, Gary sumLeonard Bartell. is the for Frost Martin, grandfather, ready Rebecca Mrs. Blanding Mr. and Mrs. Dean Robin- and Mike. The Martins were Palmer and Lucy Lewis had mer season. a miscellaneous shower for son and family left Tuesday transferring from Ft. Ord, The Ramrod The film to spend a few days on the Calif, to Ft. Sam Houston at Mrs. Lynn Palmer Friday. Lake Veronica and starring summer to be cattle range in Colo- San Antonio, Texas. shown McCrea is warmest was Joel the Sunday and rado. Miss Tonya Redd left today so far this year. The ther- tonight in Monticello mometer registered 93 de- Blanding. This fill will be Mrs. Reta Bartell took her day for Idaho where she will of interest to San Juaners granddaughters, grees. Pamela and be employed at the Syrlnga as it was taken in Southern Patrice, to Prcvo for a week- Girl Scout 20 Years Ago camp 50 miles Utah end visit with their mother, east of Idaho Falls. She exGeorge M. Palmer has been 25 By ALBERT R. LYMAN NATIONAL EDITORIAL cuasi Hers from the 58 weeks |