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Show CITIZENS OF HYDE PARK ARE LOOKING FOR BETTER DAYS IN THE YEAR 1935 Bv MRS. MAE LEE HYDE' PARK Once again we find ourselves in the sunset of another year. The shadows of I the harvest. Could the dry sod i yiuid forth a harvest? Mother na-i na-i ture must have heard the struggles strug-gles of Mr. Farmer to save the dying crops; she must have seen the brotherly love and decided to repay. For lo! when the grain was threshed it surpassed all expectations ex-pectations in yielding. In some cases, 70 to 80 bushels to the acre were harvested. And when the sugar beets were harvested the brown parched leaves yielded firm, solid beets bringing as high as 20 ton to the acre. , Is there not cause for rejoicing ; and thanksgiving? We have tag and soon we will welcome the dawning of a new year. Nineteen Nine-teen thirty - four will have faded away into history with the other i years of eternities past. What mem- ories has the I past year left I with the citizens weathered the drouth. Our cellars are full of food; our bins are full of fuel. Let the future years bring what they may, we will always be proud of the fact that we were the victors over the scavenger of of Hyde Park? Mrs. Mae Lee As I pause and take an inventory inven-tory of the year 1934 in Hyde Park I find we have not accomplished accom-plished any great scientific feats "or. performed any deeds of daring dar-ing or heroism. But, still, as a community, we have lived a peaceful contented life. We have performed our duties as we saw them. The past year cannot be classed class-ed in the annals of history as a banner year. It brought with it many trials and sorrows. One affliction af-fliction 1934 brought to Hyde Park was water shortage. I recall a day last August. It was hot terribly hot. The kind of a day when housewives should be filling tall tumblers with ice cold beverages; when children should be romping through water sprayers on green lawns or wad-ine wad-ine in ditches of cooling water. 34. As the year closes some homes will be wrapped in sadness. An empty chair at the table; little shoes that are still. Time in the form of years to come will heal the wound. We will forget our great loss of 1934 and remember only the sweet associations and dear memories of our departed loved ones. In other homes there will be added joy another stocking for Santa to fill; another little earth blessing to grow up and carry on the community life of Hyde Park. And so the year has passed. We have known its pleasures and its pains, its joys and its sorrows. tag in ditches of cooling water. Was this the case? No. The picture, pic-ture, was very much reversed. There were'nt any cooling beverages bev-erages because water pipes were dry; no shower baths because the water was too precious to waste and the lawns were'nt green but brown and dead; no wading because be-cause the ditches were dry and cracked. It was a trying time for all. Did we lie down on the job? No. We all pulled the wagon together. Where there is a will there is a way. Washings still blew in the Monday morning breeze. Master Mas-ter ar.d Mistress worked together. Then hauled water and laughed its pains, its joys and its sorrows. We have come through triumphantmore trium-phantmore fit and better equip-ed equip-ed to meet the struggles of the ensueing years. May we keep our chin up, our face forward, our courage bright, and our faith strong so that we may carry on and make Hyde Park what she's ever been a community of brotherly broth-erly love. And at this season of the year we wish to extend our greetings to all our neighboring communities communi-ties for continued peace and prosperity. pros-perity. May the new year bring to all a load of good luck and s iccess. o about it. Water became the town topic. Everyone vied with his i neighbor in telling stories of "how to secure the most good out of the least amount of water." Water Wa-ter became a borrowing commodity. commod-ity. " Will you loan me a kittle of water 'till John hauls me some?" So the water story continues on. It lingers in our memories a peculiar experience, and we are hoping that nature won't duplicate dupli-cate this experience soon. We could have grumbled. We could have found fault, but we didn't. We all pulled together. And it wasn't long before a new pipe-, line was completed in Smithfield canyon bringing cold, sparkling water to every home in Hyde Park. Once again housewives sang about their work; clothes became whiter' and faces shone with cleanliness and happiness. Work goes on. In the outlying fields there was another water j problem. The water is divided. Mr. Farmer is alotted a drizzling stream for a few. hours to run over his parched and burning fields. His crops are only half watered and his time is up. Did he grumble and quarrel to keep it longer? No. He gave it up , freely with a good hick wish to his neighbor. So the summer passed and autumn au-tumn came bringing the work of |