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Show Out East . . Mr. and Mrs. L. V. Shut! and uncle, George Hawkins Mr. and Mrs. Kenneth Byers ac- Beach, and a niece, . Gets a mite chill at Pin-char- d, ' ' ?' j' !' I Saa ?i ?i ji day evening. IRecvid llillliMIl I.1"! !?? ?"?f ji ? it ! j J We would like to thank Marie Laidlaw, Monticello, for her favorite recipe this week. Chicken Casserole 2 cans mushroom soup (undilut- Owner, Editor and Publisher Assistant Editor and Foreman Phone JU ji M i !J .i 'J J N 1 i j j ed) J M M of chow mein oz. cans) 6 oz. can (or 2-- 3 noodles cup chicken broth 1 FOR SALE 2 c diced cooked chicken . lb. cashew nuts 2 c diced celery V2 c minced onion V-2- Columnar Pads Salt and pepper to taste and mix wTell. Bake for SAN JUAN RECORD 0 scad 00 llilllll of t Week Published every Friday at Monticello, Utah A First Qass Publication Entered in the Postoffice at Monticello, Utah, at Second Qass Matter, under the Act of March 3, 1879. Subscriptions: $3 a year in San Juan County; $4 a year outside San Box 428, Monticello, Utah u!!llllllull.t Recipe 'AS)C0wN """nevuTTra Juan County. W. J. OLDS GEORGE E. JONES 1111:11111 IIIIIMI EDITORIAL NATIONAL UTAH STATE Pfc Geraldine Saunders. Mr. and Mrs. Wooten have exchanged their farm on Summit Point for property in Cortez. The Gordon Bartells visited with E. J. and family in Provo part of last week. Mrs. Neal Crawford, who recently lost her husband in a mine accident, has gone to Germany to visit relatives. The H. W. Redshaws spent Sunday evening with Opals parents on Summit Point. Mrs. Walter Snyder, Mrs. Jean Corlett and Rev. Richart took the senior and intermediate MYF to Mancos to the MYF Rally Sun- companied the Redshaws to Man-co- s Thursday evening to a Grange meeting. Mrs. Vencil Berrys father, Sam Brown, is visiting here from Kansas. Vencil Berrys sister, Mrs. husband and three childone night with them ren, spent Sixteen above at Ucola this last week. They were enroute Monday morning. from Bakersfield, Calif., to MontWalter Carlson underwent surana. Mr. Pinehard does crop dustgery at Southwest Memorial hos- ing. pital Thursday. Patricia Harrel spent Sunday Mr. and Mrs. J. B. Decker are with Lavonne Crowley. here looking after their farming visitors at Howard Sunday interests after spending the winhis mother and were Saunders California. ter in Ucola from Long one at 300 degrees covered hour. Scotch tape to FOR SALE San Juan 590. dispensers top 0 fit Your neighbors In the News By MRS. H. E. BLAKE Mr. and Mrs. Noble Trueblood returned last week from a winter spent in Texas. Mr. and Mrs. Buster Christensen and baby left Saturday for their home at Grants after a vis- it with Monticello relatives. Mr. and Mrs. Hugh Edwards left Sunday for Georgia for a visit with their son Jerry before he is sent to Germany. Mrs. Jerry Edwards will return to Monticello with them. Mr. and Mrs. Joe Giles left Sunday for Salt Lake where Mr. Giles will be in school two weeks and Mrs. Giles will visit relatives. Walter Carlson underwent surgery at Cortez last week. The Community church Mission Circle met April 20 with Mrs. Thelma Coombs and Mrs. Betty Blaine as hostesses. Opening led by Mrs. Thelma was prayer Harral. Roll call a Bible verse. Devotional given by Mrs. Ruth Booker. Minute reading by secretary Mrs. Marguerite Pehrson. Financial report: Mrs. Robert Christensen. No business. Mrs. Harral gave lesson The Day Christ Died. Meeting closed. Refreshments by hostesses. Mr. and Mrs. Harold Frizell were business callers in town Thursday last week. Mrs. Frizell visited her friend Mrs. H. E. Blake. Enjoying a four-da- y camp trip to Montezuma Canyon last week were Mrs. Nell Dalton and Mrs. Una Black, Monticello, Mrs. Betty Mason, Mrs. Thelma Iverson, Mr. and Mrs. Jack Johnson, Mr. and Mrs. Lester Mikeseck of Salt Lake City and Donna Bowthrope of Moab. They explored up and the canyons and side canyons looking for Indian ruins, took pictures of pictographs, cliff dwellings and unusual masonry, and found some interesting artifacts and arrowheads. Mrs. Lydia Dalton has returned to her trailer home on Second street West, Monticello, after a visit of several weeks with relatives in Salt Lake City. Miss Francis Lewis returned to Provo after visiting her sister, Mrs. Donna Lewis and attending the junior prom at MHS. Word comes to us of the passing on Saturday of a former San Juan farmer. Mr. George C. Hag-le- r died after a heart attack at the Moab hospital April 23. Mr. and Mrs. Hagler homesteaded and lived for many years on their ranch on South Canyon Point. They moved to Moab winters for the last three years for health reasons. Mr. Hagler was bom March 17, 1872, in Cleveland, Tenn. He was 88. Mr. Hagler was married to Nora Agnes Miller Dec. 17, 1917 in Salt Lake City. He is survived by his widow. Funeral service was at Moab April 25, with burial in Moab cemetery. Henry Hinkley underwent eye surgery in Cortez last week. Mr. and Mrs. Vernon Schafer left Monday on vacation. They will visit his sister, Mrs. Edward Sitton, in Missouri. down The' San Juan Record MONTICELLO, UTAH Friday, April 29, 1960 Page Two Rubber Bands The Sen Juan Record 00 EaaruGSt lion nliy ploo one ircigato? Dry areas of the tailings pond near Kennecotts Magna and Arthur Mills are being plowed and irrigated. But these familiar farming practices are not being used to raise crops. Instead, they are the newest weapon in a long battle against dust. Hundreds of thousands of gallons of water carry stream finely ground waste rock in a never-endin- g from the mills to the 5300 acre tailings pond. Sometimes dust results when wind blows across dried out sections of the pond. To help meet this problem, Kennecott bought a The Old Settler . . . By Albert R. Lyman t f - ' My dear San Juaners: The Elk Mountain was the dreamland of my youth. I loved shady it its majestic trees, I and springs. crystal groves love it still. I look at it on my horizon and long to be there while a multitude of trivial barriers hold me away. My father and I used to camp there in the summer time with our horses but our cattle were in the Pagahrit Country near the junction of the San Juan and the Colorado. It was their range summer and winter. When I was 18 we decided to begin summering them on the mountain. With no Forest Service to interfere, we planned to fence Butt Point and put our cattle there the next season. The very thought of it fired me with big hopes, eager ambitions. I could hardly wait to tear into the work of making that fence, and seeing our cattle on the cool mountain instead of the hot sandhills. My eager anticipations chafed against the delays till in October when we had all but reached the point of starting. My father sent Joe Callister and me on an over-nigtrip to White Mesa, and on our return to Bluff, we were to start for that fence. When we got back in the evening, rearing to start next mornwas shot into ing, our fence-pla- n a cocked hat; my father had been called to preside over the European Mission, and to start from Salt Lake within a week. Elk Mountain seemed suddenly far away and that fence just a wild dream from which I had awakened. The sting of this setback was relieved somewhat when it was arranged that I should run the cattle and go ahead with that fence. I came gradually alive to the greater magnitude of the undertaking with the extended opportunity, and the heavy responsibility it placed on me. It was November before Joe and I contrived to get a wagon over the roadless 50 miles between Bluff and Elk Mountain, and our camp set up on the peninsula-lik- e neck of Butt Point, on the low ledge just above the aspen grove surrounding the crystal spring. It was like a dream. We flew at it tooth and nail, beginning before day and going till after dark. Time flew. Intoxicated with delight to be working there among the tall pines, we spent little time in cooking and eating, and soon became aware we1 had little left to cook, and must find something more to eat. We busted tugs and chains and singletrees. Wherever possible we felled big trees along our line of fence, and we hauled loads and loads of green aspen poles from ht Kigaly Draw. We carried the gun always to kill pine hens as the staff of life. Our baking powder ran out before our flour, and our bread was soggy. We ate pine hens and soggies, hoping the Noclouds would contain vember themselves till we finished the fence. In spte of the monotony of our diet, of the fact that our team was getting woefully thin, that the pine hens seemed to be leaving the mountain, and that there was an occasional bluster of snow, we simply had to finish that find us on fence. Spring the roundup, and we wouldnt be free again till towards another fall. A bright idea relieved the situation: WTe had with us a yearling mare, a beautiful creature affectionately named Florence. She was plump and fat, and if any of her flesh were left when we g home, it would go for venison. But Florence was so gentle, sr trusting and lovely, we delayed and hoped, and found two more hens. They seemed to be the last remaining chickens, and we were hardening our hearts and whet- ting our appetites for the innocent yearling, when we got the final rooster remaining on Butt Point. He lasted quick, and when in the early dusk we came to camp ravenous as two coyotes, we decided that sentimentality must nor delay us any longer; we must have something to eat so we could finish our job, but Florence was off in the darkness among the trees we would have to delay and go hungry till morning. Arising before it was light, we found the tent weighed down with snow, too much of it for us to think of anything but getting down to the low country while we could. We left the wagon and whatever else we could not carry on the horses and .rode away never to from our dreamland, finish that fence, never to see our cattle among the big trees on the green Point. For before spring came, I had a call to follow my father to England, and it was a long time before I drank again from the crystal spring in the aspen grove at the base of the ledge. I see the dear mountain every day on my western horizon,. I can make out its trees in the distance and I have a longing to spend one of my remaining summers with my books in the aspen grove by the crystal spring at Butt Point. 'ROUND THE CLOCK Call ns in case of a emergency I We fill your tank, or deliver bottles right away I Ray's Northern Gas Phone Heme Owned JU Home Operated -- unique vehicle. Mounted on eight, low pressure, EVERYONE and the answer is tires, the machine can pull itself to almost any part of the pond through water and over soft, wet surfaces. Starting at the waters edge, the machine hauls a multiple plow to cut rows of furrows hundreds of feet long. Plowing turns under the dry surface. Then, water from the pond is channeled along the furrows to irrigate the area. The result dust is kept down. Considerable success has been attained by adaptprobing farming practices to meet a lem of a mining company. But this does not mean Kennecott is satisfied. Studies will be continued to develop better methods to achieve greater success. 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