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Show t Page 8 Sugar House. Utah Thursday, October 24. 1957 INDEPENDENT With Mrs. Katherine Irwin as 'the Bethel Guardian and Miss Sal-ly Meyer as Honored Queen, this group of young ladies of the Ma-sonic Order enjoyed a social eve-ning with their neighboring group from Provo. lob's Daughters Hosts Provo Jr. High Group At a Fellowship night, Bethel 7, of Job's Daughters, entertained .he Provo Bethel, at the regular meeting and initiation at the Christ Memorial Methodist Church, 2375 East 33rd South, on Wednesday, Oct. 23. combined social, business and, work meetirg, it was decied to' start 'the Junior Court again at the November 2nd meeting. In ad-dition to these plans, the ladies worked on material for their forth-coming bazaar, which will be held at the hall on the evening of November 21. Lady Frlacabees To Re-Activ-ate Utahna Court Due to a combination of sum-mer activities, vacations and ill- -' ness, the Utahna Junior Court 202 of the Lady Macabees has been at a virtual standstill for several weeks. But steps are under way to improve the situation. Under the direction of the Com-mander, Mrs. Dora Lovelady, who was assisted by her other officers including Past Commander, Alber-ta Ivison; Lt. Commander, Mari-lai- n Thompson; Record Keeper, Ellen Wandell and Chaplain, Sue Ogden, plans were laid out at the October 17th meeting to re-ac- ti vate the Court. At this meeting, which was s CHITTER and CHATTER "My name is Chitter!" t "My name is Chatter!" Touching their two little button roses together, the little Chip-munks began, in a very common-place manner, what was to be a summer of amazing adventure. With a flirt of her bushy tail, Chitter scampered along a lean-ing log to the low limb of the Big Pine and turned to watch with shining eyes as Chatter scurried after her. Back and forth, from limb to limb, up one side and down the ot'.ter, their game of tag continued, until they finally came to rest on the sunny side of a flat rock. "Where do you live, Chatter?" asked Chitter, who was by na-- ture a very curious person. ' "I did live in a hollow loz. bv v the most horrifying scree 1. And off into the da;ker woods, Screechy, the Screech Owl, went looking for his supper some place else. If you remember, we left our two little friends crouched fear-fully in the dark safety of Chit-ter- 's nest last week, listening to the disappointed yowling of Scree-chy, the Screech Owl, as he miss-ed his supper. And you can believe, they nev-er stirred from that nest until Old Man Sun was well up in the sky, and Saucy Jay Bird was flit-ting from brush top to brush top, telling them, in his very own way, that there wasn't a thing about for them, to fear. Then they came cautiously out of the nest, flicked their bushy little tails over their backs and scampered out into the warm sun-light. "I know where there is a tree a. the bend in the brook, but the wa- - ter washed away the dirt and sticks under the log and it fell into the creek and now I don't have any home," Chatter re-plied, but he really did't seem too much upset. In fact, Chipmunks really never get very upset, ex-cept when Big Bruin or Cougar Cat or one of their other natural enemies gets too close. But a lit-tle thing like having their homes washed away by the creek?? Pooh, what's that to worry a Chipmunk? Especially when the woods are full of nice hollow trees and logs and the time of year is still early fall and there is plenty of time for nut gathering. Speaking of nuts, Chitter still had one tucked way over to one side of her fat little cheek, and it's a wonder she hadn't dropped it in her wild game with Chatter. "I sure am," Chatter agreed, her. "Are you hungry?" she asked him shyly. "I sure am," chatter agreed and only hesitated a minute when Chitter rolled the nut his way. You see, nobody had ever told Chatter that it isn't polite to eat a little girl's lunch, so he helped himself. As soon as he had finished, Chit-ter remarked she was going after more to store in her nest and if he'd like to come along, he better hurry. So off they started. And all afternoon the two worked like lit-tle beavers (or chipmunks) find-ing and carrying and storing nuts in Chitter's home, way up in a hollow limb of the Big Pine. And it was when they were near-ly through for the day, just when the long, long shadows were send-ing rays of golden sunlight thru the boughs of all the neighboring pines, that disaster very nearly ended the new found friendship. Chitter was running briskly on ahead with a very big nut in her mouth, when a shadow drifted ac-ross the tree, right in front of her nose. She KNEW what it was! ! With a frightened little squeal, she dropped the very big nut and leaped for the safety of the hole in the limb, and right on top of her tumbled Chatter, and the two trembling little people crouch-ed way back in the safe dark of the nest, while outside their rose of pine nuts," Chatter proudly an-nounced. "You do? Oh, Chatter, let's go get them for our winter store," Chitter squeaked excitedly. So, off they started, with Chat-ter leading the way, down a long lane of tall, tall pines that whis-pered softly in the gentle fall breeze, and under arches of oak that Jack Frost had turned a love-ll- y red, and on under regular lit- - tie tunnels of fern. Their tiny feet scarcely stirred the drying leaves and, with looking very, very close-ly, you couldn't have seen them at all. And then they came to the Brook, and Chitter exclaimed in delight as the sun caught in the ripples and gleamed like the jew-els on your mother's dressing ta-ble and her little ears perked up as she listened to the chuckle of the water as it romped across the stones and around the sand bars of the stream bed. "Oh, Chatter," she cried, "this is so beautiful. I never knew it was so nice." "It's nice now," Chatter agreed, "but you just should see it when it gets angry, and turns all dirty and brown and has big old nasty sticks on the top whirling and flashing past, then it isn't very nice." And there was so much ernestness in Chatter's voice that Chitter was sure he really knew what he was saying. But, since the business of the day was the gathering of food for the coming winter, and not really a sight-seein- g trip nor a lesson on Nature, the two little friends hur-ried on along the bank of the Brook, until they came to the big-gest, tallest, finest pine tree that Chitter had ever seen, and right up the rough bark trunk of this great tree scampered Chatter, with Chitter right after him. When he finally stopped, Chitter looked back, and right away, she ducked her head and hung on for dear life, for she never had been so far from the ground. But, with Chatter coaxing her and telling her not to be afraid, she finally inched out to a big pine cone, and carefully filled the little pockets on each side of her mouth, and turned with Chatter to go back to their safe little nest. But there, at the foot of the tree was a sight tha froz hm in horror!! Circling h r, and snuffing hungrily, was Willi, h our wo lil frinds for now, and oucom. 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