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Show Chatter Box Dear Suzy I W. H. (Wild Bill) Bassett, local farmer and IOOFer, feels rather I bad about what happened to the j stove he loaned the Odd Fellows at the time of the turkey shoot. It seems that Bill hauled a cook stove up there so that the women could brew a little coffee, warm their fingers and some hot dogs all at the same time. . Came time to take the stove back home it was noticed that the complete top was missing from it and the stove had quite a hollow hol-low look. Bill didn't mind anyone taking part of the stove, but was put out "no end that whoever did it didn't take the complete stove. Now Bill will have to remove the base from the shooting site and turn it in on the scrap drive. Col. Frank Bucket Lake is walk- ing the town these days for two reasons. One is that he likes to walk, and the other is that his car is not running so good these days since he tried to jump a ditch in it the other .night. It seems that Frank was tootling toot-ling about the suburbs when he came to a ditch that didn't look at all fearful and anyway Frank is a good river and admits it himself, him-self, so he plodded on into it. The car didn't happen to have treads on it like a tank and the next thing Frank knew he had a knot on the side of his head the size of a grapefruit, and a hole in the windshield where same head had conked into the glass. . Frank figures his head will heal up, but it will require a new windshield wind-shield and several raps on various fenders to bring it back into shape. Comes spring Snooks Black will take another bath, but probably not under the same conditions that he did the other morning. It seems that shortly before daylight he and a group ol hunters arrived at the north end of Clear Lake for a goose hunt. The party left the car and plodded along through mud and ice for quite some distance dis-tance before it was noticed that Mr. Black was not in the company. Several shouts for the missing goose hunter finally got a quavering quaver-ing answer and they back tracked track-ed to seek' our Mr. Black out. They found Snooks sitting in water to his middle, brushing crushed ice out of his whiskers and moaning about his predicament. The stal-wars stal-wars gathered about the upset hun ter and got him to his feet. The on ly part dry on Mr. Black was his shirt which he removed to wipe his wet shells with as he did not want to spoil the hunt. The party went one way and Mr. Black another. Came the geese and the party who went one way watched Mr. Black who had gone another, knock a large goose out of the air. Gathering same under his arm, Mr. Black returned to the car (this time not falling in the water) removed wet clothes and proceeded to dry them on the heater hea-ter of the car. The balance of the party stayed out for some time longer, but didn't did-n't get a goose. Maybe it was because Snooks was all clean and nice, and the geese could smell the other hunters. Merlene Callister,' local matron threw the ZCMI into a tail spin the other day when she lost her purse in the joint. It seems that Rulon, Merlene and the kids went to the Big City to do some Christmas Christ-mas shopping early. Rulon drove up to the ZOMI and let Merlene and the kids out and then he went out some place between Lehi and American Fork to find a parking place. Merlene was riding herd on the three'kids who were t,orn between dolls and the electric trains, and just torn. It happened that she looked down at her purse and saw that it ws hanging open and contests, con-tests, mainly her wallet, was mis- sing. The floor walker and store detective were summoned and a search began for the missing articles. art-icles. The search proceeded from basement to fourth floor with the kids having a fine time on the escalators, when Rulon sauntered in and inquired of the hubbub. When apprised that Merlene was either the victim ol pick pockets, poc-kets, bustling shoppers, or had lost the wallet, Rulon calmly withdrew with-drew same from his pocket and returned re-turned it to Merlene. Rulon had figured it was time for Merlene to put a nickle in the slot and so had appropriated her purse to get money for same. Merlene, red of face hustled the children and Rulon to another store, while the floor walker and detective went back to their respective res-pective posts, hoping that Christmas Christ-mas would soon be over. Maybe Bill Basset had better give the remains of the stove to Snooks, because if Snooks is going go-ing to insist on playing squat tag in Clear Lake there cold mornings he had better keep a large stove fueled up and handy. Toots. |