Show z Students Submit Stories The English department of th the Duchesne High School under th the I direction of Miss Maurine Christensen Chris Chris- started this week on it its short story program for the year All AU high school English students stud stud- will submit a story each week which will ba be graded on originality original ity and composition The RECORD has arranged to lo print some o of them Miss Frances Case has written a clever little sketch about tv two pairs palls of newlyweds who try their hands at farming It has been selected to appear this week Just Over The Tho Hill The Smiths and the Browns Brown were newlyweds and neighbors on two rather forlorn looking farms fences broken weeds in abundance abundance ance and a house on each that looked to be long since forgotten Two curly h headed curly blond l d s sand and two out of bride bridegrooms bridegrooms bridegrooms grooms with two Fords lots of suitcases and magazines were the Inhabitants of this quiet valley valley- not a big lonel lonely looking valley but big enough to look like a aSahara aSahara aSahara I Sahara to these the raw I farmers I Luckily Lucidly for the brides the I hou houses es were situated only thirty yar yards yaras s apart with the fence between between be between be- be tween so the kitchen windows were convenient for visiting even even even ev ev- ev- ev en while they spread and spattered spattered spattered spat spat- enamel and paint and hung curtains not exactly after the fashion of their maiden dreams But since Mr Smith and Mr Brown were to become tillers of the soil the young brides all aU at aton on once e realized they were wives of the tillers and had gotten themselves themselves themselves them them- selves all aU tangled up with weeding hoeing darning cooking painting painting painting paint paint- ing and porch building instead of sailing out in a beautiful ship on ona ona ona a smooth shining sea of of matri matri- mony So a year went by and the brides cried out their homesick spells only while the men were in inthe inthe inthe the fields At sundown when the tired plow-men plow wended their way to the kutchens from the fields and the carrots and spinach were cooked to a turn it began to seem like a rather rosy world to the Mrs Smith and Brown There were little flower gardens gardens gardens gar gar- dens and patches of grass where it happened to come up after the amateur gardners planted it too deep The brown houses looked better in this setting and more homelike too with the broken fences fences fences fen fen- ces repaired Of course there had to be cows and chickens to tomake tomake tomake make it a a. farm No man could be a farmer without milking cows I and no woman could be a farmers farmer's farmers farmer's farmers farmer's farm farm- ers er's wife without the usual sweating sweating sweat sweat- ing and puffing of butter making and the usual washing of cream cans and helping to load cream into the Fords to take to town to get the groceries in exchange So now it was September again A nice new road led across the valley and over the Ute hill where other farmers earned their daily bread Glorious September and harvest harvest harvest har har- harI I vest time Mr Dir Smith nand Mr Brown went to harv harvest t their corn cornand cornand cornand and found worms in the ears ears and big long tomato worms crawled on the tomato vines The cabbages cabbages cabbages cab cab- bages were gray wi with th tiny cabbage cabbage cabbage cab cab- bage lice the wheat had dark smutty kernels among the golden colored ones the cows had sneaked sneak sneak- ed in stored them away The squash still tried to smile in the September sun but it was no use Early the thc next morning Mr Smith and Mr Brown were dejected dejected dejected de de- de- de ready to pack and leave for a fairer land where worms and bugs and cabbage lice do not abide In a flurry they instructed instruct instruct- ed their wives to be rea ready iy in a a. half hour They were taking the new rod to go just over the hill where they Uley could find a bettell better better bet bet- ter tell land where there would be beno beno beno no worms or weeds or cabbage lice and th the grass would grow all allaround allaround allaround around and not just in spots Before noon the two Fords bearIng bearing bearing bear bear- ing the Smiths and Browns were rattling along the new road and andon andon andon on over over the hill the brides wanted want want- ed to cry and the bridegrooms raved Acres S and acres of bad- bad smelling swamp land greeted them Three cabins set apart on little patches that had been found dry enough to hold logs up No acres of golden wheat and corn cornand cornand cornand and yellow squash smiling in the September sun but wet fields of grass and mosquitoes with not a tree for miles Brown ugly sloughs sloughs sloughs with a few milk cows roaming roaming roaming roam roam- ing in between They drove to the nearest cabin and inquired of the farmer how his crops were The toil worn aging man said Land sakes friend we have no crop crops Its It's all too swampy and wet Our cows have to make our living thing and its it's rough going too We Ve want to move just over the hill hiJI where the Ule grain and corn wave in ill the sun Oh Olt gasped Mrs Smith and Mrs Brown And Mr Smith and Mr Brown said Good day sir i we are going to drive back over I Ithe the hill hUl I |