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Show off the Record.... CN i nice, the forest is great, a But canyon is mounto see those being able tains a hundred miles away s) (as well as those in our few a of is benefit very anywhere. places, And instead of making a body feel very small, as one might guess, it makes me feel just about the right size, surrounded by pure freedom. awe-inspiri- ng. 1975 2, door-yard- We have had visitors who Because most people seem bound to file a disclaimer with their statements, I have been wandering around this fall saying stuff like: There are probably places where fall I weather is nicer, but. take this opportunity to swear off. There is probably no place where autumn weather is nicer than here, on the Colorado Plateau. In fact, the odds against there being nicer weather anywhere must be as- .. tronomical. These are days that start off great and end up fantastic. About the time the sun hits the mountain, it is probably in the high 30 s to middle 40 s, and then wanders around in the 70 s until sunset, a temperature which combined lack of with our -humidity feels near perfect to human beings. And something equally great has happened to visibility. It is usually good, but some days lately it has been incredible. high-count- ry Easiest way to tell just how good, is take a look at the LaPlatas over north of Du- rango, which is around 80 to a hundred miles, depending on where around the bean patch you live. Many days recently you can see the tree line distinctly, can see clearly the patches of snow, which have got about as small as they will get. I have been a lot of beautiful places, as most of you have, but this country has one characteristic which beats most: the potential to see darn near forever. Mountain valleys are & Juan San words: The There are those it frightens.. this wild and vast and lonely land. But not these small ones. It is only just big enough for a running, laughing celebration of their birthright. For here they are truly children of the universe ...set free among the wonders of San Juan. So may it be with each of us these blue-godays of our autumn, lifting eyes and to the freedom, and hearts thankful for it. ld MWT Letters to the editor Dear Mr. Turnbull: I tender my congratulations for your forthright appraisal of the position and frankness of Jake Garn; I' share your appreciation of this public servant who is not afraid to call things as he sees them. Inthe flood of sentiment running National the Congress, against as it has in the minds of the public, it is gratifying to find one voice boldly and consistently speaking out on matters, and not pulling his punches in the fear what he may say will pinch someones pet political bunnions. I have been with Jake on numerous occasions, in his political campaign, and even when he knew the audience (Please turn to page 15) . i; FIRST PLACE in MHS Homecoming Parade last Friday went to this imaginative entry by the Seventh Grade. Words and picture tell it all. Photo by Margie Teeter. ute and Wooleyaphis was yelling so loud that he didnt hear Papa come. When Papa walked up behind him and firmly grasped his gun hand, he al- Casse Gray, most jumped our of his ragged pants. Papa scolded him for picking on squaws and then he told him, not unkindly, to go and cut the wood and earn his watermelon like a man. Strangely he did and seemed not so anxious to bother us again. Pm sure that Mama and Aunt Kiss would have been much more alarmed if it had been Poke or Posey out there, but I never felt any worry until I heard Mama whisper to Papa as she kissed him, Pm so glad youre home, Albert." Then I started to howl like a real papoose and Platte joined in the chorus. I had at last realized that those two dear women had really been concerned for us. It took Pa a (Please turn to page 15) Sagebrush Lady by Casse Lyman Monson He slumped there on that log as if he owned the place, alternately taking pot shots at anything in the yard and yelling insults at Mama and Aunt Kiss. His matted hair looked like a prehistoric Afro do, never having seen a comb or soap His long brown and water. fingers might have been those of an artist, but they belonged instead to an insolent, puffed-u- p little teenager. Wooley-aph- is was a pestiforous young smartie, well known as a show off when no men were around. He was about sixteen or seventeen and had come to the house asking for watermelon. Mama had told him that she would give him one if he would cut an arm-fu- ll Me of wood. no cut wood for white squawl he had shouted, mumbling as Me heap he turned away, killem you. Thereupon, being too chicken to go and take the melon, he had sat on the log cant re'fnember how long he sat there spreading himself around like the perfume of a skunk. Pm sure it could not have been more than an hour or two at most, but it did seem awfully long to Platte and I. Of course we could not go out and play and since Mama and Aunt Kiss went right on laughing and talking as if nothing were wrong, it seemed silly not to let us out. They simply assured us that Wooleyaphis was showing off and that afterwhile he would get tired and go away. We expected Papa any min I and begun his pot shots. Better Winner of 1973-7- 4 Awards: Contest" Newspaper the San Juan Record Miles Record felt uncomfortable here, considering it too wide open for comfort. And we have had others who immediately got our feeling: that it is free and right. 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