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Show Chatter Box Der Suzy, Things are quieter around here than a four-year old boy stealing cookies. Everyone must have turned turn-ed over a new leaf and decided that the game wasn't worth the candle, and so have kent on the straight and narrow. The lives people are leading around these parts at present set examples of rectitude, sagacity, and perspicacity perspicac-ity that are unheard of in any other oth-er place I know of. The exemplary material for this column as it is based somewhat on their transgressions, their peca-dillos peca-dillos and their predicaments. And on rare occasions, there has been a little fiction included only to strengthen the story because as Aesop said, " a well-placed untruth un-truth many times adds to a story." Which proves as Aesop would point out in his moral, that you may live as you want to, because people peo-ple will be thinking their own thoughts of your actions, and adding add-ing whatever they want to think also. The local fire fighters are getting get-ting tought these days and aren't fooling about it either. Monday a straw stack caught on fire down at the George Sampson farm on the South Tract and the boys took off in a cloud of dust to wet it down before it burned up George's outdoor out-door plumbing. Dick Wind was in lead as the fire chief should be, when what to wondering eyes should appear but Whoosh Jeffery making merry with the foot throttle throt-tle in his usual gas-happy fashion. Whoosh went Whish and The fire truck was soon passed up. It was only a matter of seconds until un-til Fire Chief Dick Wind was wallowing wal-lowing along as best he could in a cloud of dust. They all arrived at the scene of the fire, with Whoosh in lead by many a length, taking first honors. Dick came second and his prize was a .dust mask. The poor firefighters fire-fighters got the booby prize which were water pistols to each of the stalwarts. Now this did not set a bit well with the local fire eaters, and loud were their wails of double and even triple cross. The only thing that appeased them and sent them home happy from the fire was that Long Arm of the Law laid a heavy hand on Whooish, in the form of a summons to appear before Scott Chesley, judge, hunter, fisherman, and in between times Standard Oil agent. It was now time for Whoosh to explain his action which he did to some, length, and boiled down the gist of it was that he was only in a hurry to get out there and see what he could do to help on the fire." Apparently the explanation ex-planation did not seem to take with the Law and the summons still was in effect. The fire department seems to be getting fed up with taking last place at the fires with someone else always taking the "win, place and show" awards. They want to get into the money before long. But I believe that heavy odds can be bet o nthe fire truck at any call that they will not place in the race. If they ever develop as a longshot it will be because 37 cars in the lead break down and those trying to pass the broken down cars pile up in a jackstraw fashion resembling chopped dry noodles. Now this is all I know of the stofy, and no one seems to bring up the salient point "Did the fire burn the outhouse? Did the Fire Department arrive in time? Did the fire burn the straw stack? Will the family cow have to go hungry? Was George smoking or playing with matches to set the fire in the first place? Was the stack insured? Listen next week to our thrilling episode and learn these facts. Stay tuned in for these adventures of fire-fighting and remember, folks, when better fires need to be built, let George do it. Now the fire .department is keep-ign keep-ign a weather eye on Golden Black, our mayor, appliance dealing, and honorary member of the fire department. de-partment. Mr. Black, it seems, persists per-sists in burning trash out back of his place without benefit of the necessary incinerator. The fire department de-partment is hoping that things will not come to pass when they have to douse one of their honorary members with one of the hoses because he persisted in playing with matches and fire. I guess I was wrong to start with things still do happen here, Toots |