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Show Chatter Box Dear Suzy, As we grow older we are always seeking our lost youth and wish to return to it and relive it. One Ponce de Leon came to this country coun-try from Spain seeking th fountain foun-tain of youth even before this area was settled and he is not the only one who has hoped to be young again, or at least re-live some childhood experiences. Which brings up the two guys who were also seeking a fountain of youth and came arcoss a spring which unbeknowest to them, was heavily impregnated with Epsom Salts. The two pilgrims drank deep ly of th water and then sat in the shade of a tree nearby. One finally said to the other, "do you feel any younger." The other replied, re-plied, "No, but I just did a very childish thing." Now June Hinckley and Lee Boo-the, Boo-the, have not been drinking at any springs nor are they seeking a fountain of youth, but they are reliving their childhood at present as they have been confined for some time to their beds with the very childish illness of measles. To add insult to injury, the children that exposed these two stalwarts of Sugarville, are up and about raising as much dickens as they did before, and one the worse for wear. June and Lee, with their polka dot effect, are reclining and relaxing re-laxing hoping that the measles will finally go, at least by deer hunting time. Neither of them fell that they were subject to measles and thought they had had them at an early age, but nature somehow some-how slipped up and left their chance to develop spots now. If they have to ever fill out a form asking about what diseases they have had they can answer, "I had the measles when I was about 40 years old, and got over them when I was about 50."' But they have the consolation that they regained their youth as close as anyone can, and can always tell their ehilldren and grandchildren gr-andchildren that they went back about 34 years in one easy whiff of measle bugs. One wouldn't that Vard Tucker, perched high atop a picnic table at Fish Lake would be hard to lose, but such was the case when Vard and his wife, Joe, Mae and Eldon Fullmer went to Fish Lake to attend the opening of the so-called so-called fishing season there. Getting Gett-ing to the lake they found the place packed and only one table available. As Vard had the best shape and was in the .best condition condit-ion to firmly hold a table down he was left atop the table, like a statue on a pedastal, while the others hurried off to the store to so if they couldn't see him, I think there are four excellent prospects pro-spects for an optometrist who could fit them up with glasses. The ordeal upset Vard so much that he was unable to snag even a tiny fish from the lake and came home to pork and beans that had been thoughtfully provided by his good wife just in case Vard did not catch a fish. J. R. Mortensen has been into about everything in his life and now he is a fully qualified member mem-ber of the Society of Ditch Jumpers Jump-ers Who Didn't Make It. It came about Monday when J. R. was irrigating ir-rigating his lot over by the high school, and he thought he must have regained his youth in some manner because he made an effort to jump the small irrigation ditch by the house. He should have known better for several reasons, first, he hasn"t regained his youth, secondly, Mary Moody had the same trouble in the same ditch, third, the ditch is treacherous, and fourth he should have remembered his dignity and walked around instead in-stead of trying to take the easy way out. Anyway he made a good try but his try wasn't quite good enough and J. R. found himself taking a sit bath in the middle of the ditch while the water gurgled a-bout a-bout his hip pockets. Mrs. Morten-sen Morten-sen says he made a sorry spectacle coming into the house half wet and half dry, and madder than the proverbial wet hen. If all the people who have tried to jump a ditch and didn't make it were laid end to end they would be all wet. Toots. get their groceries and such. Came two hours later and many thousands of nasty looks from peo-plle peo-plle who wanted the table, Vard was still mounted on his charge and the others hadn't shown up. He got to thinking that maybe they were pulling a joke on him and had left him there foodless and with no bedding while he pondered the ways of the world and the inadequacies and shortcomings short-comings of friends who leave one with nothing to eat or drink and no place to sleep. Another two hours found a happy hap-py reunion of the five, with Vard possibly the happiest. They related re-lated how they had searched and searched for him, but were unable to see him. Now looking for Vard is not like looking for a needle in a hay stack but more like looking for a kewpie doll on a mantle, |