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Show Chatter Box Dear Suzy, 'The livestock show is now a thing of the past, and it is a very good thing for many concerned. Take Rex Bunker, one of the committeemen, com-mitteemen, who bought a, new hat to go to the show with and while working around the barn a few days before the show found that sparrows were doing damage to his hat as they persisted in sitting on rafters right above where he was Wnrlfinty Wo utont nut trt tl-,a nor and put away his new hat so as to save it and worked bare headed. It was soon noticed that Rex was covered with spots and some were wanting to quarantine him for measles, but wiser heads prevailed and Rex was swabbed off. The show couldn't afford to have itself quarantined for measles anyway, and come the days of the show, everyone was suffering from spots before their eyes, spot on their hats, heads, face, clothing and in some cases spots in their pockets. They are all thankful that sparrows spar-rows are small birds, but even tho they are small they make up for it in huge numbers. Had applications for fertilizer done any good for bald heads there would have been many a man who would have grown a head of hair that would have outdone the famous Sutherland Suther-land sisters. Rex also had difficulties at the show besides the birds. He had bought a new pair of cowboy boots to wear so as to look like the other stockmen and he found that he couldn't walk in them. He would pick out a soft patch of ground so that his high heels could sink in and then practice awhile. Then he would change back to low oxfords and go about his work. This kept up for several days before the show, but even so Rex never got used to them and attended the show like an ordinary civilian in oxfords, while his cowboy boots awaited another day for breaking in. Still he wasn't the only one who suffered from his cowboy boots, i all reminds me of a little poem I heard as a child. Pretty little maid demure, She lived down by the sewer, She went to the stable When she was able And all the horsemen knew her. After the race meet we can settle set-tle down for a short time but then there will be the Fourth of July, Twenty-Fourth of July, the Deseret Rodeo that we must look forward too, and build up our strength to attend them all. See you Thursday, Friday and Saturday at Deseret. Toots At the close of the show Mark Johnson, county commissioner and life long stockman, and Rodney Rickenbach, county agent, were found in one of Killpack's cabins with their cowboy boots off rubbing rub-bing their barking dogs and between be-tween times soaking them in cold water. Rex needn't feel so bad if these two who should be able to wear cowboy boots on any occasion oc-casion couldn't then a neophyte like him wasn't so badly off. I guess the men in cowboy boots had about the same trouble as us women in girdles who sat all day on those hard bleachers. Of course, the difference was our trouble wasn't with our feet. It just goes to show what a lot of hardships the people go through to see one of the shows, and the officials ought to do something about it before be-fore all the men of the community start hobbling through life on sore feet and the women get that middle mid-dle age spread long before their time. Killer Kirk had his troubles too. He was the official steak cooker at the buyer's banquet held Friday Fri-day night. His trouble was that just because the steaks were free he couldn't fill the men up. Take the case of the Boss: Fuzz ordered a steak and ate it even though he crabbed all the time that Killer had cooked it too much. Killer obliged ob-liged and to stop the crabbing cooked him another steak. Fuzz ate this one and still crabbed that Killer had kept it on the stove too long. Killer was getting more and more disgusted with the whole deal and figured that when Fuzz complained again he would really give him a steak that would be rare and to Fuzz's liking. He held it between his hands a few minutes, min-utes, put in on a warm plate and slapped it down' in front of Fuzz. Fuzz ate it but still said he wanted want-ed his steaks rare and that Howard How-ard had overcooked this one a-gain. a-gain. Killer says that Fuzz would eat a steak drink a water glass of bourbon and then ask for another steak. Fuzz says Killer is wrong in one respect the water glass wasn't quite full and he resents the fact that he was cheated on his bourbon bour-bon as well as his rare steacks. When Fuzz finally asked for his fourth steak .(I said they were free and that is the only reason Fuzz would have kept up his work) Killer just lead a steer in, let go of the rope, slapped it on the stern end and said, "Frankie, this one is just right." Reports are that Frankie Frank-ie ate that one too, but still complained. com-plained. He said it was a "good" animal instead of a "choice" as he had expected from any livestock show banquet. Herman Munster judged the eaters eat-ers and put them in their classes as the banquet went on. The results re-sults were. Grand champion, Fuzz Beckwith (4 steaks;) prime; choice, (3 steaks each) Wilks Munster, Winn Walker, Lyman Finlinson, Brose Roberts, Virt Barney, Esdras Finlinson, Herman Munster, Mark Johnson, Rodney Rickenbach. Good, (2steaks each) Leonard Vodak, El-don El-don Jensen, Bill Bassett, Bill Star-ley, Star-ley, Clay Stapley, Leigh Maxfield and Rex Bunker. Sifted (1 steak) Bernie Munster. Others who ate at the banquet were disqualified because be-cause they left the room between The committee had better keep an eye on this banquet in the future, fut-ure, because should their show get a little smaller, the total number of steers will be eaten up this crew instead of being sold to someone some-one else. It shows that the men get the breaks in this life. I haven't had anything but hamburger and sausage saus-age for so long I have forgotten how a steak tastes. Next year I will get some cowboy boots, make a bid on a small hog, and attend the banquet as a buyer. They might let me gnaw the bones. The JayCee race meet is coming com-ing up at Deseret this weekend, with three days of racing, betting, bulling, badgering, and banter. It |