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Show WHO'S WHO? ? '",., 1 . ,.,... - 4 J. ' .... ... ... ,t - ' t ' - "V . , -i .; - - , . ? - i u ; ' ? j O . -..!,.., , K t I - V ' 5 I V " ' . , r ., i ..,( . .s ,i . ;M : m , ' - ' i L . ' i L -.....r.-- . - L., f Here is some of Delta's pioneer stock. At least their parents were, helping dig canals, build dams, (j5 rail brush, and get to farming. At that time these children had not q yet made their appearance, that 3 came later. r That young tow-headed fellow ,33 arrived in Delta about the same time that picture was taken, he was about two years old, and the year was 1913. He was born in another county, and before coming to Delta had ! been up north of Ogden, where his father ran a chicken ranch. II Said young fellow was far from ' much help on that ranch,- for he spent all one day busting eggs. As fast as hens could lay them he investigated the laws of gravity and pancaked egg' after egg on y' the ground. That day's work end-JA end-JA ed his career as a chicken rancher, yj That is a little sister in the pic- ture with him. He had five young-i young-i er sisters before he got a brother, it and they are all early Deltans. First they were on a farm, then in town where the parents were in business for a time, then back to farming. The girls have all mov ed away and are married, but the boys remain in Delta. But don't look for this boy on a farm now. When weather is cold he is not worrying about whether alfalfa seed will frost, but instead is wondering if his radiator needs more anti-freeze.' Peering into cars' insides is his delight. That is until the fire siren blows. Then he is off like a flash to dash to the fires. He is married, father of six children, chil-dren, and one grandchild. Also he is a great sportsman, you know, deer hunting, duck hunting, wild goose chases and fishing. And he is always on hand for a basketball basket-ball game. Mileage is nothing then. He was one of the many who braved the wintry winds on Monday night to sally forth to Richfield to see how Delta fared in the play-off with the Beaver quint. What a night. |