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Show Chatter Box Dear Suzy, Lee Ray Pratt bookkeeper and red ink artist at D. Stevens & Co., is something out of the usual run of workers. He is one who is happy at his work, takes pride in it and is always in a hurry to get on the job. The other morning, in his usual haste to be working before Wild Bill Starley even has his orange juice gulped down, he wheeled into the rear end of the store and I mean he wheeled in. He drove up with a grand flourish, clamped on the brakes, found there were .no brakes on the car, even with inspection as close as it is, and went on into the store still seated in his car. Bricks and mortar cascaded about his head and ears, leaving a definite def-inite reminder on the finish and bulges of the car to have Lee Ray into having his brakes fixed. Where there weren't bulges on the car before there are now, and and where there were bulges on the car there aren't now. He has even cleaned mortar dust out of his ash tray, (I wonder what he was using the ash tray for?) and removed a half brick that was nestled behind the rear view mirror. mir-ror. Wild Bill is ooking about for a portable bookkeeping system and if he can find one he is going to buy it for Ray and mount it in a panel truck, well equipped with bumpers, so that Ray can keep the books where ever he pleases and wherever he happens to stop, if and when the brakes work. I don't think Ray was hinting about a portable bookkeeping out fit, but was definitely casting a-bout a-bout a nudge to Bill to build him an office of his own where he wouldn't have so many in his hair and where, when he was through with his books he didn't have to take a clerk's place in the shoe dept. It seems that the back of Stevens Stev-ens store must be an easy target to hit for this is not the first time that it has had to be reguilt. In fact, Wilford McClellan, local brink layer and mortar mixer, is on the payroll steady at the store just to put back the bricks. He has done it so often that a platonic love has grown up between him and each brick , and he has named them all, some in Engish and some in Spanish. The only solution I can see is for Wild Bill to rebuild the back of the store with rubber so they wouldn't drive in so often. Of course cou-rse that would have, its drawbacks too, because of the trouble they would cause when the cars rebounded re-bounded and did damage to other parts of our town. Or else Bill could junk the idea of the store the way it is and build a modern drive in. That might have its draw backs too because the customers and clerks might just drive right on through to the Quality Market Mar-ket and the Delmart. It's a problem, pro-blem, no matter how you look at it, and ne that Wild Bill will have to study on. It looks as though Mel Scow, local Marshal Field of Deseret, is going into politics, for he has a bee in his bonnet or a bug in his hat, and there is no mistake about that. Tuesday night Mel was up in Delta in his pajamas routing rout-ing out the local practitioners of medicine trying to have something removed from his ear that Mel claimed sounded like a threshing machine when it hits a sack of bots and small pieces of concrete. It seems Mel was sleeping peace fully at his Deseret hacienda Tuesday Tues-day night when some large bug with evil intent flew into his ear and lodged there. This brought Mel out of his sound sleep and onto his feet in short order, shouting shout-ing for help and a well driller to go in there and get it out. Mel says he didn't mind the size of the bug so much, but it did annoy him the way it flopped its wings and seemed to be burrowing deeper with each abeat of its flippers. flip-pers. A quick trip to Delta had the medics out of their peaceful sleep also and each took a long look into his auditory xcanal. Both reported re-ported that they could see nothing hear nothing and couldn't go any deeper with each beat of its flip-wanted flip-wanted his tonsils out at the same time. So now Mel is still going about with a buzzing in his head and a whirling sensation in his head all because a little bug took advantage advan-tage of him when he was down. Mel hasn't thought of following a dusting machine to absorb a little DDT to kill it, but he may tumble to that solution within a short time. And like I said at the start, he may leave it there and go into politics, if he has a bug in his head he will have more there than the Washington politicians have at that. Toots. |