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Show 1 party that night, and have enough stocks left over by the next day to fill two silos with succulent fodder. It just goes to show that some guys don't know when they are well off. Now that the primary elections are over pol'iticans will sit down and try to remember what promises prom-ises they made to the voters to get them in office. While the losing los-ing politicans will sit down and wonder where the people are that promised to vote for them. It seems to work both ways. Toots. Chatter Box Dear Suzy, Ted Harris, the older, miner, pro-enpetnr pro-enpetnr find prstwhile school tea- cheV$.r. opened his mouth last week and a. usual put his number nine foot in itrv!1 seems that Mr- Harris was at the hiX "-u school doing some bookwork when a young boy enter ed asking wherV he could fmd Mr. Harris. Said Tk A "Why do you want to see him. He .-? the ugliest man in the school, meiORn to the children and just naturallj ' worthless." worth-less." Replied the boy, "I still wari ,.t t0 se Mr. Harris. " "OK" said TP "I will look around and see if I can find him" saying that he step; ' ped outside the door and called in' ' a loud voice, "Oh Mr. Harris, a! boy wants to see you." Now Ted prides himself on the ' fact that he can throw his voice,r , and so in a gruff voice replied tot himself, "Tell him I don't want tc see him tell him anything you want, tell him to get out and stajii out." b Mr. Harris had just finished this little solo act when he happenecv to look back of him and therej saw the boy's mother, Mrs. Paui Ekins. She was open mouthed anq wide of eye trying to' figure ou1 what was going on in the halls oi learning. m Ted, seeing that things were no as they should be, gave a lewd wink in the direction of Mrs. Ekini which only added to the confusion and caused her eyebrows to rais to even a higher point. Ted couli see that his wink was mistakert by Mrs. Ekins, and in his embart I rassment, tried to cover things u and carry on his act. With the boj still in the room, and with a won dering mother in the hall, he said;' "I find Mr. Harris doesn't want tj see you." Which was intended to the boy. Mrs. Ekins raised her eyebrows eye-brows even higher still trying t figure out what kind of mad housl' she had entered. She also thoughs -after looking at Mr. Harris, thai if the true Mr. Harris was homelief-than homelief-than the specimen in front of hei then the true Mr. Harris was ona for the book, and one that had a4 face that would stop a clock. Ted still tried to ; carry on butt the boy was becoming embarrassed! the mother was beginning to thinks Hinckley would be- the choice ofT schools, and Ted . was beginning to get very red of face and short of breath. At this point Ted could see that his horseplay was not going over so well, and broke down, saying, 'I was only trying to pull a joke on you people, but I see that it has misfired." The boy got his locker, which he was after in the first place, the mother was somewhat pacified, and Ted went back to his book-work, book-work, much subdued and resolving to not try to pull another fast one until possibly the' next day. The halls of learning went back to their usual dignified state, and all was peace and quiet, with the exception except-ion of Ted's mind, which blew two fuses, as it tried to reconcile the facts with the fiction. Rom Shields, a farmer of sorts r out Sugarville way, is in difficult position at the present time. He j says that the sunflowers in his 'front yard are so high that he can ' not see the north star. Which pro- I ves that Mr. Shields is not one ' to take a hoe in hand when weeds and rank growth threaten his view On the other hand I can't for the life of me understand why Mr. Shields wants to see the north star in the first place. I don't think he is going anywhere and even if he is he has better ways of guiding himself than plotting a course on the north star. Too, he is a mighty lucky man, he can harvest his crop of unusual sunflowers and sell the seeds to people who don't want their neigh bors to be able to see in their homes or yards. Take Billy Bas-sett, Bas-sett, he would be a pushover for some of the seeds so that his neighbors couldn't see him climbing climb-ing a ladder in the late night, clad only in underwear and a smile. There would be many prospects for same, especially those who like to toss a party occasionally. They could plant the Jack and the Bean Stalk seeds at noon, throw the |