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Show I I'lllB 1 ' Chatter Box) Dear Suzy, Now that Christmas has come and gone we can all settle down and wait peaceably for the new Year without our consciences tugging tug-ging away at us to get busy and buy those Christmas present. Of course, there may be a few weak spots in our consciences as we arise New Year's morning, but such will ever be the case. The Frank S. Beckwiths have come to the conclusion that Christmas Christ-mas shopping is an excellent way to waste time when it comes to pleasing their kids, anyway that was the case with their two kids. They had bought gobs of stuff and so had their grandparents, relatives, rela-tives, and friends and the living room is still a hubub from the stacks of presents left by Santa Claus. These presents are not what take the eyes of the kids as some obliging soul left a small stary yellow yel-low kitten on the front porch and that is the shining light around-the house these days and has the two kids all agog while their presents are neglected. Next year the parents par-ents hope that someone will leave a small pup Christmas Eve and then they will have their Xmas shopping done for their two kids. Maybe it would be better to leave two pups as they are having a little difficulty at present trying to decide who can hold the kitten. The person donating the pups is asked to tie a note on the pup's necks telling them the sex, as both Wanda and Frank are too bashful to take a peek at the kitten and are in a dither whether to name it Buttercup or Rastus. The Chronicle is so busy these days that I don't have time to hang around there much anymore, for fear they will put a broom in my hand and tell me to get to work. Last week they put up some new wall board to cover up the dust and dirt rather than just sweep up and everything worked fine and the workmen escaped practically unscathed with the exception of a few bruised fingers that got that way from getting them in the way of a hammer, and of course, the black, eye Eddie Manls got when he hit himself In the eye with a hammer. Then Tuesday I dropped in while they were running some of the papers and my delicate ears were scortched from the very strong language being tossed about by the crew. It seems that something went wrong with the big press and it had ripped great holes in the tympan where the papers are printed and torn up a beautiful piece of felt that Fuzz had snitched snitch-ed from Wanda one time. The day was not to remain uneventful un-eventful after this first mishap because be-cause during the early evening they forgot to bolt in page 7 on the press of the local paper containing contain-ing a big ad of Stevens, the Hinckley Hin-ckley news, Mabel's ad, the Moto-torium's Moto-torium's ad, and still more news and whatnot, and there was a loud clatter and crash and page seven was strewn from the north side of the Brooklown Creamery to the cashier's desk in the Delta Bakery. Even at this writing they haven't gotten all of their type back and I suspicion the Brook-lawn Brook-lawn is holding some of it back to stuff in their butter to make it weigh more and so if you find a hunk of type metal that reads "Big Savings" or something like that it is the property of the Chronicle and is worth more than the butter it displaced to them. Also they would like to get the type back to find out what was really mean't to be on page seven as they made it up from memory after the mishap. Their bad luck was still dogging their heels Wednesday morning and it was nip and tuck to see whether they got a paper out for Tooele on Wednesday or Friday, and it was Wednesday they hoped for. The maroon station wagon and the pride of the Union Pacific (No. 38) ran a dead heat into the station sta-tion with the majority of the Tooele Too-ele papers ready for shipment. After Aft-er all these late trains we have been having around here the last month the Wednesday train crew quit reading the mail as they went along and really high-balled right into Delta on the dot. If they had given the Chronicle ten more minutes min-utes all would have been well, but now the Chronicle is starting the year off with a gob of left over papers that will be welcomed by some committee for a paper drive. With one paper half gone and the other half baked it will be interesting in-teresting to see whether they get finished New Year's eve without something else cropping up. My suggestion is that they do get finished fin-ished because anything can happen New Year's Eve, and it would be better to start off the year with all the papers behind them. Well, It's about time to make that resolution for the New Year, and I am going to make one that I will keep absolutely I won't say anything nasty about anyone during 1948 unless they deserve it. Toots. |