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Show Chatter Box Dear Suzy, Cluff Talbot, Hinckley yodeler, is on his way, finally, to becoming becom-ing an honest man. Not through any choice of his, but through the local enforcement officers of rules regulations and laws. It all came about the other night when Cluff was in a hurry to get into and out of the bazaar at the First Ward church. He was in a hurry to get in to get his wife so she couldn't spend any money, and a hurry to get out before he had to. As he herded his jalopy up the street he could find no parking park-ing place, and spying his brother's car he figured he could double park and get away with it, because be-cause he figured that any officer looking at him would see he had an honest face and meant well. Cluff made the trip in with great speed and was gone only a few minutes,. When he returned he found the minions of the law swar ming about his car and pasting more tickets on it than confetti at a New Year's dance. He told the officers he had been gone a short time and that he was an honest man. But it was a dark night and the officers couldn't see the honest look on his face, so Cluff was left in charge of all the tickets and was forced to pay a fine. He figures he might as well stay ed in the bazaar and made a few purchases, as it would have been cheaper for him In the long run, rather than pay off the fines. That particular day the officers had put up a road block and assessed as-sessed enough fines to complete Highway Six, had they used the fines on that highway instead of where they do. Had Cluff known the officers were making a drive for funds he would have stayed in Hinckley. It seems that any Talbot gets in trouble when he leaves the confines of the Hinckley Hinck-ley city limits. Let it be a lesson to them. Delta's two great explorers, Ted Balboa Harris and Pop De Soto Beckwith, find that the life of the outdoors has its drawbacks and viscicitudes. The two trampers of the wastes of Millard county spent last Sunday in search of the large hole in the ground between Delta and Garrison. It had been reported report-ed to them that it was there by various air enthusiasts who had flown over it. In the spirit of adventure they took off, complete with enough food for the Lewis and Clark expedition, ex-pedition, maps for every bush between be-tween here and Mount Wheeler cigars, cameras, corn plasters and whatever is needed in the quest of natural phenomena and curiosities. They tootled westward in the true Horace Greeley fashion and when they got to where their maps showed it should be they got out of the car and made a search. The hole in the ground eluded them as did Ray Skinner's teeth, so they drove on and searched some more. Still no hole in the ground was to be found, even though their maps showed they had walked over it 21 times. Either they were not being care ful enough or their maps were faulty was their conclusion, so they ate what they could of their provisions, Ted took pictures of anything that pleased his fancy, as he usually does, Pop smoked the cigars and they returned home after applying the corn plasters. Now they are looking for more maps and more precise instructions as to how to get to the hole in the ground and see what it is and are quizzing everybody as strenuously stren-uously as a census taker. But to date all they have to go on is the word of the airmen who tour that area occasionally, and the stories the airmen tell as most times are hard to believe and generally gen-erally quite exagerated. The hole in the ground may be just a flight of fancy of some fancy's flight and they may be searching in vain for what is not there in the first place. If the phenomena is there it seems to prove that the two explorers ex-plorers don't know their maps from a hole in the ground. Toots. |