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Show Chatter Box Dear Suzy, I think Albert Nickle of the local mortuary should go. back to the undertakers, embalmers and morticians mor-ticians school after his recent encounter en-counter with a dead sheep, and take a post-graduate course in his line. It seems Albert looked out of the window the other morning and spied a sheep flat on its back with all four legs in the air. He went out and after careful consideration considera-tion came to the conclusion that the sheep was dead. He then prepared to shear it, but put off the shearing until the next day, when he tackled the job with a vengeance. After getting the sheep all sheared it batted an eyelid at him a couple of times and looked at Albert as though saying, "thanks, mister, for removing re-moving my winter coat." Albert tried putting the sheep on its feet after he had overcome the initial shock, but it was still quite giddy from laying on its back for two days. He soaked its head in a bucket of water until it said "uncle" and then it took off. Now Albert has one of the liveliest sheep on the flat, and also one of the first ones sheared. All this time Jim, Arvetta and small daughter are driving up from California in a truck loaded with buckets, sacks of grain and a pair of peacocks. The peacocks were just an after thought of L. N.'s as he hates to see a truck running around the country only half loaded. About Beaver Jim did a perfect wing-over on the highway and landed right side up. The buckets made quite a racket rack-et rolling around in the truck and a sack of grain fell on the peacocks, pea-cocks, putting them out of this world, and for true, and the only damage appearing to date is a little water slopped out of the battery. Lloyd (I Like Everything Nice) Nickle is now in the market for another pair of peacocks, but he proposes to bring them up himself him-self this time. If he brings them up like he brought that thresher from Holden a few years ago, he will still be in the- market for peacocks, pea-cocks, because I don't think they could stand that rugged a trip. Nick, on the thresher escapade, was traveling from Holden with the thresher coming along behind. Nick was driving about his usual speed, about as fast as the car would go, when the tongue on the thresher broke, stuck into the roadway and the thresher went end over katilt, landing on its top. It flattened the thresher down so low, Nick was planning on importing import-ing some midgets to feed it, but never got around to it. He just made the crew operate it on their hands and knees. Of course we can all make mistakes, mis-takes, as witness the mistake made by Verl Jacobson, Oak City Beau Brummel, when he and Lady Killer Nielson were on a tour of the Utah parks not so long ago. They arrived at Ruby's Inn and Verl told Lady Killer he had to find the men's room so he could powder room instead of where he should have been. , He is starting a movement now to make these rooms coeducational coeducation-al so that otheres won't suffer his embarrassment, and make the same mistake he did. He might have something there, Toots. comb his hair & straighten his tie. He disappeared and was gone for some time so his companion went to the men's room to find him. Lo and behold, Verl was not there, and according to those in the know he had not been there, as no one had come in to comb his hair or straighten his tie. Back to the car Nielson waited for Verl and finally he showed up. Nielson quizzed him, "I thought you were going to the men's room when you left in such a hurry?" To which Verl replied, " I did go to the men's room and I combed my hair and straightened my tie, if vou want to eet. technical " Nielson said, "weir I was in the men"s room, and no one had seen you and you weren't there when I was there." A look of consternation spread about the face of Verl as he knew he had been in a room, and if Nielson was right, he had made a slight mistake and been to a |