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Show J SpringvIHe's j Young Old Men This morning as I opened up the store I saw a man with high topped top-ped shoes looking at tire goods in the window. He had a pleasant face, a good chin. His carriage was errect. His hair was turning gray at the temples. After looking us over for a few minutes he came in and introduced himself as Mr. Johnson. As there was a twinkle in his eye I said. "Oh one of the Johnson boys. Well my name is Clark one of the Clark boys. The two largest names in America. "No," said he "mine is but yours is not. In the World war there were more Johnsons than any other name. Clarks come sixth." He was right. The Johnsons are a numerous people or they like to fight better than most of course the Clarks are not so few. We started to discuss the topics of the day and finally -he got to going back in the history of Springville. Spring-ville. He got so far back that I I began to fear for his age which I guessed about sixty years. I finally final-ly asked him just how old he was and believe it or not he said seventy-two. I don't think I would have believed him but just then another man rode up on a bicycle and come in and he confirmed Mr. Johnson and said his name was Pearse and he was also seventy-two he didn't look sixty-two. I was so interested in-terested that I made it my business busi-ness to ask every man that came in his age and I am converted now Springville is the land of perpetual youth. E. E. CLARK, |