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Show Chatter Box ? Dear Suzy, There are only throe kinds of activities going on at present. The first is the farmers who have cut and are now threshing their first crop seed. Second the farmers who are watching their second crop seed with an anxious eye. And third, the many roofing salesmen in town who are waiting in line to ring door bells to try and sell new roofs. The salesmen are so thick here lately the cafes have made a special price to them if they will buy their, meals in a quantity lot and at the same time. They then feed them like big threshing crews and have to buy their supplies in larger lots. The Chronicle has been wondering wonder-ing for a long time how to make both ends meet and have now come up with the solution. They are going to print signs that can can be attached to the front door of any home saying (1) Why do I need a new roof, it hasn't rained here since March 3. (2) How many 20-year roofs does it take to last five years? (3) Are you an expert. (Carl Warner says an expert is anyone 30 miles from home.) (4) I am baking a cake and don't want it to fall, so please don't ring the doorbell. (5) I'm not in the market for a new roof, magazines, maga-zines, insurance or aluminum ware. (6) Beware of the dog, I don't want him to bite someone and get sick. Speaking of dogs brings us down to a time this summer when Reed Crafts got all involved with one and came out on the short end. It seems that Reed and family fam-ily and Ross Robinson and family were getting all packed to take a trip to Yellowstone park. Reed and Ross had heard there was a fish up there and so they were planning plan-ning on taking their fishing rods. Reed brought his out of the house all tied up neat and nice and easy to carry. He leaned it against the house so that he could pack it last and have it handy in case he got the urge to talcke a fish at any time along the road. He was busy putting various things in the car and had it all paced when he spied their young pup getting a firm grip on the rnrl Reerl thinking that the DUD or shooting. Finally a butterfly flitted across the horizon and the pup dropped the rod and gave chase. Reed went out where he thought he had last seen the pup and looked for the rod, but to no avail. For all Reed knew the pup must have thought the rod was a bone and buried it while Reed was catching his breath, for Reed never did find the rod. So we find the happy families, all happy but Reed, finally in the Yellowstone, Ross with a rod and Reed without, and while Ross fished fish-ed Reed looked on wondering to himself why anybody ever raised a dog, especially one that bites the hand that feeds him. It just goes to show there are more hazards to fishing than first meets the eye. Toots. meant to chew it spoke rather harshly to the dog to put it down. But the dog was in the spirit of play and took- off around the house carrying the rod with him. Reed took after the pooch, but he hasn't been keeping in shape so the dog soon outdistanced him. The pup would wait until Reed made it around one corner of the house and then he would take off around the next corner. This kept up until Reed was pretty well winded, and too, the dog remembered remem-bered it was quite a serious offense of-fense to trot over flowers and he would be in for a whiping if he was caught at it so the pooch took off for the alfalfa field, still with the rod. Now normally, anyone of the Crafts but Pete when in a conversation con-versation make a Quaker meeting sound like a rowdy and raucous affair. In fact they are so reticent when it comes to talking that some people wonder why they ever took the time to learn to talk. But after chasing the pup from the Crafts rancho, down to War-nic's War-nic's and back again to Bill Hilton's, Hil-ton's, Reed suddenly found himself him-self voicing a vigorous vocabulary. Some of the words he already knew, some he had learned from his brothers (all but Ralph) and some he had learned working on the railroad, and these words he was using frequently and fully. The pup must have thought they were terms of endearment, for he only waggled his tail and ran faster. On one trip past the Crafts home Reed suddenly had a thought that possibly the dog would be happier in the next world, where maybe he would get two fishing rods to play with, and so ducked into the house for his trusty weapon. Now another thing about the ' Crafts is that they are all good shots. But Reed seemed to forget this and emptied the gun at the 'pooch while the pup went merrily on jumping through the tall alfalfa. alfal-fa. Reed reloaded the gun and braced himself against a firm support sup-port so as to increase his chances of potting the pup. But this was once when it was true that a person per-son couldn't hit a barn if he was inside with all the doors and win-! win-! dows closed and the holes chinked up. Reed was definitely not in form that day, either for running |