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Show 1. mama's permission, 2. money, 3. Transportation, 4. money, 5. Hotel room, 6. money, 7. that the team go up too, 8. money, 9. tickets tick-ets to the games, 10. money. All I can say is that all those people going without lunch aren't on a diet . . . nuff said. There are a lot of new classes for next year like Life Preparatory Math and subjects that will really come in handy if you're not planning plan-ning on going to college. And for those who are not planning on going to high school they have a very nice truant officer just around the block. (Where, where?) Ah, yes, all them who is leavin' their sluffing days till Spring love to see all that snow melt. I love to see snow melt, don't you? Oh, oh, I put my foot in it there, better melt myself. Whatta exit line!!!) Which reminds me of the girl who thought a. punch line was something some-thing you stood in while you waited wait-ed your turn at the punch bowl. Ha, Ha . . . well, be seeing you, IMPY. it. (How does that word keep getting in here?) After the game a few hardy souls stayed and swayed, but not with Sammy Kaye. From what I hear (I was far from being a hardy soul that night), here are some of Springville's prides and joys. Garth Tingey and Vonda Clayson, Charles Hyde and Alice Erickson, Doug Isaac and Lela Olsen, Joe Smith and Colleen Met-calf, Met-calf, Lloyd Madsen and Shirlene Bird, and Craig Straw and Connie Harmer ... to mention a few, the few I DARE mention that is. And then there are those that get mentioned men-tioned nearly every week .... it has got to stop. And there was I . . . dribbling pop corn down at the show and wondering if Jerrol Boyer was beginning to wonder at my mentality. men-tality. Being as he is, one of the Older Set you will no doubt wonder won-der how he got a plug in there, well come around sometime and I'll show you my, rates. For a fee, .anyone can get their name mentioned, but if they're smart they will just commit suicide or something and get it in for free. Speaking of rates, and we were weren't we? everyone is mentally calculating hotel bills in readiness for the tournament. We conducted a poll and it seems that the Hotel Newhouse is far and away the great favorite. Here are the problems prob-lems in their list of importance: Pardon My Horns! News Of Interest To Red Devils Well, we started last Friday off with a bang (Bus tire went flat.) but let's go back to Tuesday Tues-day .... Mapleton's Ward Reunion Re-union was a great success. There were millions of people there, well thousands, well come to think of it there might have been a little over five hundred. We saw Percy Newman and Karen Alleman, cute couple, Also Kent Jensen and LaRue Neilson and a lot of the usual crowd, the main part of the crowd were those ancient married people. Which reminds me of Wilford the Magician who called on a married man from the audience aud-ience one day and refused Sterling Ster-ling Diamond. He picked out Omar Hansen, I guess he looks more married. Wilford was a great little guy. (little?) Well, Friday, pardon the gap in time but I'll be darned if I can remember any farther back than that, as I say, the day started off with a bang, and after that everything ev-erything kept happening . . . odd, isn't it? We had an assembly in the morning with the Treble Tones, and a lot of other good acts. The Senior Class put it on. Three of the cutest little girls danced, tiny Diana Allred, Patricia Hall and Linda Johnson. NO BOYS, they are not old enough yet!!! Then we had a dance by Barbara Taylor, which was very good. Two solos were sung by Kaye Weight who sang so well they practically wouldn't let him off the stage. Then Eli Tippetts gave out with the classic story of the twelve Champagne bottles and another one where he lisped. Nobody can lisp like Eli, whatta compliment, but no kidding he was really funny- That night, yes that fateful night those lucky bearers of tickets tick-ets treked over to Payson for the battle. Shavey Sumsion and Friends deserve the gold medal for coming out victorious in the Annual Ticket Battle. His formula: form-ula: stay up all night and camp outside the box office. Well, it was a great show, the house was packed, I knew I shouldn't have taken it with me . . . my trunk was already full. The sophomores won by a breath-taking margin and then . . . out on the floor came the bright red flash of suits and there they were . . our team ! ! ! We cheered and cheered, by the way the sophomore cheerleaders for the evening were pretty Bonnie Ames and Marion Bird. Like I said we told the team not to be nervous and everything and then the game was on. We didn't start to lose until the fourth quarter. Then something happened and if I knew more about basketball I'd tell you what it was. The radio announcer said at the first quarter, quar-ter, "Gustin, eight, Payson, seven." The whole team played well. Well, the whole team played. There were a lot of opinions on the game some printable, some not. If you want a professionanl viewpoint, turn to the sports page. One know-it-all who only heard it over the radio beat his fists and yelled, "We woulda won if so-and-so was in there." Nobody told him that so-and-so WAS in there, but I distinctly dis-tinctly heard someone tell the old duffer who the so-and-so really was. But then on the whole Sprlng-ville Sprlng-ville was pretty sportsmanly about |