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Show - Quick Exodus j Monticello Junket Described By KAY ISRAEL Last Friday I had the rare pleasure pleas-ure of being on hand for the breaking break-ing of the old land speed record. This was done in a 1967 Ford Galaxy Gal-axy 500 and was on it way to the ancient metropolis of Monticello, Utah. The record will remain unofficial un-official for there were no Highway Patrolmen on hand to clock our effort. It all started last Thursday when ' I received a plea over the phone asking me to serve as a chaperon on a trip to Monticello. Immediately Immedi-ately the .thought of being able to interfere with the rites of the CCUN came to my mind. It probably was the sadism that I've tried to suppress sup-press coming out from within me. Chaperon, they said, well, never in my life have I been asked to do that when the entire group consisted consist-ed of two male students and myself. my-self. Still, keeping my duties in mind I sat up in the front seat and occasionally sat between the twosome. two-some. Never depend on a University organization or-ganization to make arrangements for a motel. They had been able to secure one room with a double bed for the three of us. Upon hearing hear-ing thi one of our party concluded that bne of ns could sleep in the car. Remembering my obligation- as chaperon, I reminded them that it couldn't be me. After all, I was to meet my obligations and keep them separated as much as possible. poss-ible. The end result was a gracious motel manager who finally decided to give us a room for three for only a slight bit more. The next morning we went to the high school to fulfill our obligation. The eager faces of five students greeted us. The session resulted in two resolutions being passed. One called for the greater rights for high school seniors and the other advocated the immediate execution of the cook? in their cafeteria. My two charges amended the resolu- tion to include the University Food Service. Finally, the time to make our Quick Exodus arrived. This resulted re-sulted in our going directly to Arches National Monument. I finally fin-ally found out what I was sent for. , It seems that the mile and a half j hike to Delicate Arch was to have i been our form of sight seeing. I knew we had to rush because the sun was almost set. Being the Boy Scout that I am, I left my two companions com-panions in the dust behind me and passed them up on my return , trip. I waited at the car for forty-five forty-five minutes. When they came back they excused themselves be- j cause they wanted to see the arch j in the moonlight. j The trip back saw the driver attempting at-tempting to break the unofficial record of Friday. Thank heavens he failed. The other passenger had managed to sneak some beverage with him and this served as a break in the driving as we had to stop every so often to alleviate his distress. dis-tress. The end result is that following this column I'm going to adapt the , situation into a play, but I'll change it so that I'll be a governess and instead of the Model UN I'll be asked to participate by the Mother Superior in my convent. It might make Julie Andrews a star. i |