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Show SALT FLAT NEWS, Ocri AUGUST-SEPTEMBE- 1971 R, Ita Om Oah by Tim St.Clair eomenEis thats it? queried my friend. I replied as we squinted past the dashsure, Pretty board glare into the deep blue distance. Weve been by the and through Dunphy. Thats the next Beowawe turn-of- f thing on the map. rOh,no. No, that cant be it," Are you sure UTAH'S LARGEST SELECTION OF MAJOR BRAND STAMP SUPPLIES said my comrade in his most bedraggled tone. Just then a passing billboard legitimized our apprehension. Eat at the Owl Cue in Battle Mountain; nine miles. The tiny spillage of limits we had spotted miles ago on the valley floor had seemingly diminished with our approach. We had come to Battle Mountain to work for the summer. We had set out to become summertime fortune hunters and had often wondered where the wheel of fate would steer us. Nevada had always had a slick yet earthy allure. Somehow though, the neon magnetism of the postcards from Las Vegas I had seen had lost their power with the sight of Battle Mountain, Nevada 89820. We slipped into town at about 4: 30 a.m. on a Sunday morning in early June. We landed in the middle of the previous nights carnage of broken beer bottles. This particular day the remnants of Saturday night not only lingered but thrived on. The annual Battle Mountain Rodeo had ripped itself off the June calendar tne night before. This boosted the number of cowboys in town considerably. As a result, the quota of fighting, drinking and gambling swelled proportionately. The Battle Mountain Rodeo is usually the first scheduled rodeo of the season in Nevada. This fact 'automatically results in a series of succeeding events not uncommon to the Hollywood cinema. Some of the ensuing episodes would have put John Wayne and his cro. nies to shame. Unfortunately, we arrived too late to observe the fisticuffs. We had apparently missed a hell of a fight. Rodeo contestants, observand the local citiers, passers-b- y zenry all participated to keep the rich tradition of the Battle Moun- tain Iodeo untainted and notorious. By the time we got there the dusthad settled on the dirt parking lot of the rodeo grounds. The first hint of morning brought forth the totality of Saturday night in town. Levied and leathery cowboys filed into the Owl Club with their d girlfriends.' Others swaggered into the Nevada Hotel. I assumed they had retreated to lick their wounds and down their Alka Seltzer. I pushed open the aluminum-uame- d hair-tease- OVER 300 COUNTRIES INSTOCK UP TO 20S DISCOUNT ON MOST SUPPLIES LET US KNOW YOUR NEEDS NEWS photo by R. Manzin Amotti Barbecued Truck of sausage, hash browns and whiskey. Small gatherings of cowboys and their girls hunched toward each other in the various booths and tables.. To my astonishment, not one of the throng looked as if he or she had been up all night, much less involved m fighting, drinking and general carousing. As a matter of fact, every one of them looked quite refreshed. As Loretta Lynn twanged in the background, the slot machines whirred, the Blackjack dealers dealt, and the whiskey sours flowed, they all looked ready to begin anew. I glanced around again and headra for the door. I pondered what I had just witnessed. My companion and I had unwittingly stu onto true; super-meOthers would surely be flat out in bed after having been through half of what these people had been through. Yet there they were, prepared to put in another shift. Not being of such stem stock, my friend and I drove up Front Street a few blocks to seek slumber. Still somewhat stunned, I lowered my eyelids to rest The shock of our discovery left me unable to sleep. A few moments later I heard a boot heel scrape the asphalt of U. S. 40 adjacent to us. I peered out of the car to see a remarkably soused cowboy weavof the ing up the center-stri- p road. Manure was caked to his boots and to the levis that end gulfed them. He had a white shirt on that sported stains, the origin of which TTEKMUDtE Westbound freighter carrying fifty tons of spare ribs caught fire thirty miles west of Knolls, Utah. A late reaching report attributed to a passing motorist that preferred to remain unidentified states that scores of hippies had descended to feast upon the spoils of Kansas City. (How sweet it was) 4701 Holladay Blvd. (23rd East) Salt Lake City, Utah 84117 Phone 278-484- 8 From Relics To Reel Estate n. long-sleeve- taxed the imagination. Hair Sell It With A NEWS Ad Note interesting similarity structured undercarriage to spareribs. Reno, followed abruptly by a string of unprintable cliches. The cowboy gazed motionless after the car for nearly half a minute, then 'toppled over, spread-eagl- e WORLDS MOST FAMOUS NAME onthehignway. Well, it seemed this tribe of cowboys wasnt II CAMSHAFTS super-huma- n after all. At least one of their number was still vulnerable to the pitfalls of merry-makin- that g have plagued mankind for ages. Having thus been reassured of the sprouted out from under the tall, reality of Battle Mountain, I straw hat he proudly displayed. dosed my eyes and slept quite roll of an soundly. The 16020 S. BROADWAY GARDENA, CAL. 90247 not-too-dista- nt approaching car made him whirl around and begin waving his hat. It was a futile wort to negotiate a The Owl ride to glass door of the Club. My senses were immedi- car charitably swerved to miss the ately assaulted by a combination cowboy and whizzed by toward -- who-knows-whe- MOON CAM AND VALVE GEAR -- THE HORSEPOWER HEART OF A WINNER FULLERTON MUFFLER SHOP can't fix it with this - "If you ON THE SALT, IN THE SAND, call LAmbert 5-52- 12 1821 W. 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