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Show Millard County Chronicle Thursday, October 10, 1963 GIVING OUR WORLD THE Once Over By Dick Morrison OCTOBER We drove to Provo Saturday, and there prepared a picnic lunch, and after while we headed for Provo Canyon. Stopped at Bridal Veil Falls, where the owner of that select se-lect piece of real estate, Rue L. Clegg, has built a popular resort with a restaurant and lookout house high on a cliff, and a cable way by which people are hoisted up to it. Some of us thought it would be great sport to go up on the aerial tram; but others were a bit skittish about the prospect, so we decided those who wanted to try it could go another day. A little further on we found a shady spot where we spread our eats and drinks out on a camp table, and the little kids had fun feeding some ducks. Then we started start-ed up the Alpine Loop, which happens hap-pens to be one of the nearby scenic trips I have always wanted to make, yet never did before. The road winds and climbs, opening op-ening vista after vista of trees, mountains, meadows and streams, all done in gorgeous autumn colors. col-ors. Dorothy and Chris knew of a spot to go to. We turned off the main road, high in the mountains, onto a dirt road. After while, we even turned off the dirt road; then we got out and walked. It wasn't far to a secluded spot beside a stream, and there we spread out our blankets and simply loafed. Here, indeed, we were away from it all away from all the noise and rush of daily life. The noises of civilization were far behind; our senses were soothed by the sounds 1 of nature: the splashing of the stream over the rocks, as the cold water, fresh from the perpetual snows on the east cliffs of Timp, tumbled toward the river; the occasional oc-casional call of a bird; or the snap of a twig as if some wild creature were moving; and over it all the scent of pine and fir. I tried to go to sleep, but couldn't so I decided to just lie and listen to the stream. When I awoke, the sun was a little lower and the chill of evening was in the air. We drove back to the highway and down American Fork Canyon; then on to Provo. I can't recall any more pleasantly plea-santly restful experience. MOON DAWN The scene which inspired Peter Tschaikowsky to write the Moon Dawn theme of his fifth symphony must have been very much like this one. We drove out the Lynndyl road, beyond the river crossing, just to enjoy the evening air. Some clouds were strung along the Fool Creek Range. A barely perceptile glow gave the first hint of moonrise. The clouds warmed to a soft, orange-colored orange-colored incandescence. We hadn't intended to ride so far, but we kept going just to watch the moon come up. The first shaft of moonlight over the mountain tops was spectacular. spec-tacular. It rose swiftly. Then the could color faded, and before we reached home the scene had turned prosaic. It was a moment of loveliness loveli-ness which, even as we were watch fc. i ,rm, '. 'j'-y---j-.nri t ifni"ntiri? i if' iftnlilft MOTS SWEAT. SHIRTS mm RED OR YELLOW . . . . . 1.59 Hooded . . . . . 2.49 Boys' Hooded . . . 1.98 HATS and CAPS RED YELLOW FLOURESCENT A COMPLETE ASSORTMENT 89c to 2.98 FLOURESCEUT VESTS only 1.39 FOR EXTRA SAFETY Red Flannel Shirts . only 2.49 THERMAL UNDERWEAR SHIRTS . . . . 1.89 2.79 DRAWERS . . . 1.89 179 Thermal Lined Gloves . . 2.19 SOCKS THERMAL . . 49c to 69c a pr. A ' f T S f i :JI - r ing, was moving into the past, to be remembered, but never to be seen again. It was like an emotional emotion-al experience. One can never re-live an emotional experience, and it is futile to try. But one can remember remem-ber it, and in memory, and in memory mem-ory only, it can be kept. If the weather holds, we want to take the skyline drive from Manti to Helper next Saturday. It will be another "first" for us. But snow in the mountains could close the road any day now, so if we don't make it this year there will be another year to come. ANOTHER BOOK? The other week Inez told you all how she had been talking to me about another book I planned to write. This, of courrse, is only a hope, but maybe next spring I want to call it The Paradox of Collectivism, and make it a companion com-panion piece to my Paradox of Capitalism. Ca-pitalism. I know that some of my conservative conser-vative friends were taken aback a bit by the tone of my Paradox of Capitalism. It was downright un-conservative, un-conservative, to say the least. Nevertheless, Nev-ertheless, I said what I said because be-cause I believed it to be the truth. I felt 1 had something new and Important to say, and I said it which is the only valid reason anyone any-one can have for writing anything. After the first edition was printed by the Chronicle, I discovered a couple of errors I had made in it which will be corrected in another edition. But I promise that my Paradox Of Collectivism, when and if I write it, will be a conservative's delight. What I am getting at is that, in my view, the so-called inner contradictions con-tradictions in the system of free capitalism, which the Marxists say portend the destruction of our system, sys-tem, are rather easily curable. I do not take the stand that they do not exist, as many conservatives do; what I say is that they are curable, and how. In my Paradox Of Collectivism. I hope to show that it is the col-lectivist col-lectivist system which holds the incurable and fatal contradictions. Thus, the two systems together snouia work to the betterment of the capitalistic system and the derogation de-rogation of the idea of enforced collectivism. I have already de cided on both the opening and the closing sentences of Collectivism: all I need is some sixteen thousand words to fill in between. But give me time. Finally, I'd like to toD off the two with a work to be called The Paradox Of Religion; for it strikes me this subject is one bearina- a striking paradox in its basic struc ture. But that book is a long, long, way off. What do these three items add up to? Well, the principal guarantees provided in our American Ameri-can Constitutional system are those of economic, political, and religious ireeaom. ane three works, if ever completed, will present my views on these essential concepts. PARTY RESPONSIBILITY The recent unpleasantness over whether Delta needed a new Post Office, and if so where and why, in which fracas I played my little , pari, Drings 10 mina wnat mignt be an advantageous change in our city government. For some years now, and I can't recall when it was started, we have been kidding ourselves into thinking think-ing we had a non-political or non partisan city government. Actually, of course, we haven't had anything of the kind, because whether our candidates ran as Progressives or Citizens, the fact remains that virtually all of them were either Democrats or Republicans. That being the case, I think it might be well to consider reverting to the party labels. We Americans are prone to regard "politics" as a dirty business, and, unfortunate ly, in some situations, it is. But all public business is essentially polit ical whether it carries the party labels or not. You don't change human nature by removing the names Democratic and Republican. The Post Office deal was decidedly political in nature, which should never have been there. The responsibility for the move, for good or ill, should be pinned on the party that did it. In substituting the labels Progressive and Citizens for Democratic and Republican, you simply create a situation wherein responsibility, whether it SECOND WARD AREA NEWS BRIEFS ELAINE ROBISON I can hardly believe its October. The months fly by so fast. You'll probably never believe this, but you have only 63 shopping days until Christmas. The Rel'ef Society held their opening social Tuesday, Oct. 1 in the Second Ward Church. Arte Henderson, Hen-derson, pres., and counselors Loa Black, Veda Robison and sec. Verna Gardner greeted guests at the door They had a lovely program: Mary Bassett gave 'a musical reading; Ruby Bishop played a piano medley; med-ley; Donna Lovell, Kathleen Wan-kier Wan-kier and Janice Moody sang two numbers; and the young mothers of the ward gave three skits. A lovely luncheon was served after the program and each lady was presented with a little gift. involve blame or credit, cannot be placed where it belongs. Of course I don't intend to campaign cam-paign for this change or for very many others ideas, beyond merely writing about them but I suggest it might be a move worth thinking about. THE TAX SKIPPERS One final note, and I'll quit for this time. The dailies were full of reports in August, of the income tax sheni-nigans sheni-nigans of James M. Landis, the former for-mer New Deal braintruster, SEC chairman, and friend of the Kennedys. Ken-nedys. The fact was that Mr. Landis Lan-dis pleaded guilty to a charge of failing to file income tax returns for the years 1956 to 1960. Quite an admission for a former dean of the Harvard Law School! A comparable, though possibly worse, case, was that of A 1 b e n Barkley, and of this, I'll quote Human Hu-man Events word for word: "After the death (April, 1956) of Alben Barkley, Truman's vice president (1949-53), it came out that Barkley filed no income tax returns from the mid-thirties on. His many lecture lec-ture fees during his vice-presidency ran up to $2,500 per engagement. His total income was fabulous. Back taxes assessed against Bark-ley's Bark-ley's estate were over $400,000." Well, now, isn't that a nice one? Certainly all of us, whether we have "fabulous" incomes or not, would just love to forget all about filing income tax returns. But every one of us knows that to do so would be to ask for prompt and serious trouble. Yet we find two very prominent men in government in these news reports, behaving as if the income tax laws were intended intend-ed for everyone but them. These instances are particularly oderi-forous oderi-forous because these men were associated as-sociated with the party that put our tax rates up to their present high levels. Maybe a little party responsibility would be in order here, too. Glen Bennett of Holden visited with the John Adams family this week. Glen recently returned from a mission. We are glad to see him home again and wish him luck in whatever he does. Jane Turner, who is attending school at BYU, spent the weekend with her parents, Mr. and Mrs. Reed Turner and family. Mr. and Mrs. Thurlow Wiley of Salt Lake spent the weekend in Delta with friends and relatives here. Mrs. Wiley said she likes teaching tea-ching in Salt Lake but she misses Delta and all her friends. Audrey Clements is home from the hospital now. I'm sure she'd love to hear from her friends. We' are so glad she is better. Kent Kimber who is attending school at Snow College spent the! weekend in Delta with his parents, 1 Mr. and Mrs. Albert Kimber. j Mr. and Mrs. E. E. Robison spent i Thursday and Friday in Salt Lake. They visited with their sons, Evan and Blaine while there. Joan Bishop, who Is attending school at BYU, spent the weekend in Delta with her parents, Mr. and Mrs. Duane Bishop. Mr. and Mrs. Irvin Jeffery and family went to Colter Bay in Jackson Jack-son Lake, Wyo. to get their son Bruce who has been working there this summer. They visited Yellowstone Yellow-stone Park and saw Old Faithful, then returned home Sunday bringing bring-ing Bruce with them. Sacrament meeting Sunday night was put on by the Primary teachers and children. It was a very good program and a large crowd attended. attend-ed. Birthday Greetings this week to Martin Anderson, Deona Black, Terry Hunsaker, Craig Sorenson, Beverlee Bishop, Sue Ann Apple-gate, Apple-gate, Vickie Barney, Amelia Crane, J. H. Snow, Shirl Pace and Doug Sorenson. Mr. and Mrs. Gordon Bolinder visited with Mr. and Mrs. Norman Gardner this week. The Bolinders live in St. George. Mr.- and Mrs. Haun Bishop and family of Rigby, Idaho visited in Delta this week with their mother Mrs. Lemira Bishop. Mr. and Mrs. Ed Miller were in Grantsville over the weedend to a class reunion (Goldie's). It h a d been 35 years since Mrs. Miller had seen her classmates. Their kindergarten, kinder-garten, 5th and 7th grade teachers were there. I guess that's all the news this time.. See you next week. School Calendar For 1963-64 Thurs. & Fri. October 10 & 11. 1963 U. E. A. Convention, in Salt Lake City. Thurs. & Fri, Nov. 28 & 29, 13G3 Thanksgiving Recess. Friday Evening. December 20, 1963 Chr'stmas Vacation Begins. Thursday, January 2, 1964 Schools Re-convene after Christmas Christ-mas Vacation. Thurs. & FrL, March 12 & 13, 1964 Spring Vacation. Friday, May 29, 1964. Schools close for year. Wednesday. June 3, 1964 Teachers terminate employment for school year. TV and Radio Tubes Tested FREE COME IN AND USE OUR SELF-SERVICE TUBE TESTER Quality IGA Foodliner ANNOUNCING . . . OUR ANNUAL FALL Feeder & S tocker LOOK IN YOUR ATTIC OR THE BASEMENT YOU MIGHT HAVE SOMETHING THAT IS WORTHLESS WORTH-LESS TO YOU, BUT SOMEONE ELSE WOULD LIKE TO HAVE. 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