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Show j. of harvesting as many of remaining remain-ing trout as possible. Since August 22, most regulations covering the taking of game fish have been removed re-moved on this water to encourage such a harvest. Special deer hunting permits continue on sale at most sales offices of-fices over the state, according to game spokesman. Already permits for the Raft River, Daggett-Lucerne Valley, Dixie-Terry-Motoqua Beaver North and South, Paragonah-Cottonwood and Parowan special hunting units have all been sold. Permits were reported to be selling fast on the remaining 15 areas scheduled for special deer removals. Sportsmen planning to participate partici-pate in any of these hunts should apply immediately to the deer permit per-mit sales office nearest the hunt-, ing unit of their choice. Applications Applica-tions must include the big game license number, choice of hunting unit, ?3 fee, and name and address. 1 REMEMBER," BY THE OLDTIMERS From Mrs. Bessie Greeley, Sherwood, Sher-wood, Michigan: I remember whn a trip to the city 12 miles away was a real event. Grocery trading was done at a small town nearer, but each spring and fall the family fami-ly went to this small city to buy ilothing, bedding or perhaps a piece of furniture. Early in the morning grandfather grandfa-ther hurried with his chores, then hitched the team of horses to the .'arm wagon. A spring seat with a sheep pelt for a cushion was for liy mother and grandmother. A Doard across the wagon box, covered cov-ered with a blanket was for my grandfather and me. We covered the 12 miles in about wo and a half hours, did some ' trading, ate lunch at a restaurant. What a thrill! Other times grandma bought cheese, bologna, rusks (a light, raised biscuit) and little cakes to eat on the way home. How different dif-ferent from the hustle of nowadays From Mrs. R. M. Daugherty, Stryker, Ohio: I remember with thrills and joy our journey to Danville, Dan-ville, .Illinois, 20 miles from my childhood home. We would get up at 3 o'clock and De ready to start on our journey lo see the circus by four. Father always took us. He didn't have a real buggy whip (1 never knew lim to own one), just a stick with bit of leather tied on it. We journeyed for miles and miles, ill the pavement we reached, and how grand lt was. (Send rontrlbutlonn to thin flolomo to rhe Old Timer, Community Pros 8rT-ce, 8rT-ce, Frankfort, Kentucky.) |