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Show Chatter Box Dear Suzy, If we will all sit around with our fingers crossed we may see a very belated spring aproach. It would be a welcome sight to see the thermometer hovering around 100 above even though we did have ; to use ferries to get around. This snow can't last forever, or can it? I Dick Morrison, local garage man, ' has gone behind my back and writ ten to the Tribune in Salt Lake some slanderous and nasty things about me which I resent very much. ! He says I tell all. Now Dick, if : I was to tell ALL of the things ; that go on here I would take a much larger paper than is being ; printed here and would make my i life one of continual hazard. So j we will see what Dick, of cooper- j ative farm fame, has to say: Editor, Salt Lake Tribune: i zon for new worlds to conquer, always al-ways eager to turn the spotlight of I publicity on her writhing victims, hiding behind the bulwork of her psuedonym, mercilessly, relentlessly, relentless-ly, she carries on her literary reign of terror. And nothing can be done about it. Richard S. Morrison Box 275, Delta Utah. I think Dick would be better off if he traded his portable typewriter for a pair of pliers and thus he would keep himself out of trouble and with a pair of pliers he could set himself up as a full-fledged mechanic. Frank Bishop, local mangier of wood and farmer of sorts, made an experiment the other day to determine the thickness of his skull. He has been in training down at the farm for some time and came the other day he went all the way to see if a hammer would dent bis forehead. On his farm the snow has become quite deep, but '; On January 17, the Tribune quot- i ed Frank Beckwith, of the Delta j Chronicle, as saying he never edits i his correspondents, copy. Maybe he : doesn't but he should, i One of his contributors, who writ- es an inhibited column of gossip, 1 hearsay and outright slander, keeps ! all Delta in a verittable dither. I mean Toots, with her Dear Suzy column. Beckwith should slap that j woman down. ' i Like "Lolly"' of Hollywood, who j made movie actors jump through hoops at her command, Toots set j herself up as arbiter of behavior ! here. She keeps Deltta people in terror. Whenever anybody staggers from the straight and narrow, ever so slightly, Toots dips her pen in acid and pours it on. The worst of it is nobody knows who Toots is. Friends suspects dear est friend. Whispered confidences blare forth in her column. She sees all, knows all and writes all. Her eagle eye ever scanning the hori- even though the snow is deep the trees are not any higher than they were. Frank has been trodd-ing trodd-ing familiar paths down there and every time he does he forgets to crawl under some limbs and gets a smack on the head from a low-hanging low-hanging limb, He was getting used to that and felt that with all the bruises and beatings he was taking tak-ing he could go a little farther and see just how much of a blow his head would stand. So the other day while he and some others were working remodel ing the grocery and meat dept. at D. Stevens, Frank was trying to knock a 2X4 out of a place and was pounding up on it. He hit it several times.but like all carpenters he also missed several times. One of the misses was a hit, right on his forehead and Frank went down for the count. No one paid any attention to Frank laying on the floor, because they just thought he was still at work as they were ac customed to see him that way many time during the day. When quitting time came Frank was still keeping the floor warm and the other workers just thought that was a nice, easy way to get overtime, over-time, so left him there. Later that night Frank came to, noticed what time it was and went home. Next day he put a bil for the overtime, which to date has not been paid by Bill Starley. Bill felt bad that he hadn't put a setting of eggs under un-der Frank, and had he done that I suppose Bill would have paid the overtime. Frank has been doing some more training at the farm and still hopes to perfect his technique so that he can take heavy blows on the head. It will be interesting to see just how well he works out his theory of what you don't know doesn't hurt you. Fontella SamDson BishoD. local mat ron and farmwife is trying to make a deal with Eldon Sorenson so that she and her dress can go through the cleaners at the same time. It seems that Layton was away for a couple of weeks in Calif, and during the time Fontella got dressed up to go to Relief Society. Soc-iety. On her return home she had to do the chores because Layton was away (she would have had to do them had he been there) so she went to take off her dress. Somethting went wrong with the zipper and Fontella realized that she had to wear the dress until some neighbor called and applied a pair of pliers to it, or Layton came home and unzipped her. She was happy, though because it was her favorite dress. She is probably the only farm wife that has been dressed up both night and day and for close to two weeks at that. Wei, with snow armpit deep no neighbor called bringing with him a pair of pliers, so she had to wait until Layton came home from Calif. Layton was real pleased when he came home to see her dressed up for his arrival. He hadn't been sure how much she thought of him until he saw her in her glad rags. Of course, she didn't tell Layton that, but it was real easy for her to dress up for him. All she had to do was comb her hair and she was ready for any kind of formal party. Fontela says it wasn't as uncomfortable uncom-fortable as you think, wearing a dress over top all her other clothes, and then going to bed with a night gown over that. She says that with I Layton away and the nights running runn-ing about 25 below she was only sorry that she didn't have her coat zippered on too. It is rumored that she now has the dress off, altthough I can't get anyone to verify that. I will just have to wait and see if she goes through the cleaning plant with the dress, or just takes it there and and leaves it. We will know then. With the weather staying rather brisk one can't tell under a couple of coats whether a woman has a dress on. or not, so to prove the case we will have to wait until spring has sprung and we all come out of our heavy clothes, hoping that Fontella has come out of hers sooner. Well, we have been living in igloos ig-loos this winter, but Fontella is the only one I have heard of that went so far as to get into a cacoon. Toots. |