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Show GROUND LOOP ... M. F. Williams and Richard Mc Carley, of Blackfoot, Idaho, suffered suf-fered a mishap while landing here during the snow storm Monday. In flight from Blackfoot to Las Vegas, they intended to refuel at Delta. Pilot Williams decided that a cross wind landing on the clear taxi strip would be preferable to an up-wind landing on the snow-covered snow-covered east-west runway. The strong cross wind whipped the tail of the plane a round out of control, causing a ground loop. The tip of the right wing, and the right elevator were folded. Extensive Extens-ive repairs will be necessary before be-fore the plane can be flown again. The damaged plane is a four-place Stinson Voyager. McCarley's brother, L. G. Mc-Carley, Mc-Carley, of Blackfoot, was notified, and he started for Delta in another an-other plane to pick up the grounded ground-ed flyers. He was forced to turn back because of bad weather, and as of Monday evening McCarley and Williams were still in Delta wondering how best tcTget home. TRIP OFF . . . Bob Nichols and family were all set to take of for Kansas Monday, but the snowstorm necessitated a postponement of their flight. As if the postponement were not bad enough of itseW, word was received receiv-ed during the day by Nate Ward that Communicator Samuel E. Dun can, was to be transferred to Bak-ersfield, Bak-ersfield, Calif immediately, and with the watchhouse crew thus left short handed Ward was forced to cancel Nichols' leave. The flight to Kansas is called off for a while. Baker one nigh and everybody said how bad it would be because Nevada was wet and Utah was dry but the natives were OK while the visitors weren't exactly, and while we were playing there was a commotion backstage and I looked loo-ked and it was Homer Petersen just going down with a water cool er on top of him. Homer was feeling feel-ing good that night and after a while they got him ud again and then he decided to lead the orchestra or-chestra but his time wasn't right. I never knew Homer before that, and never forgot him a'fter. Hard-rock Hard-rock Stratton was there too that night. This isn't supposed to be a complete, com-plete, histoy of the local dance band business, but it will give you an idea of the life of an itinerant piano player who never really lear ned how to play. The time they had the wild west days here it was pretty rough and we had a whiskey flask full of soda pop on the piano for atmosphere and a sign that said don't shoot the piano player, he's doing the best he can, and I was sure glad of that. We used to have the best tunes because they still play them and some of them are overdue for revival. re-vival. Sombody's Wrong and It Had To Be You and Sing Me A Baby Song. In those days art was art and social consciousness had not awakened. Last week a radio singer did Old Man River, and. they changed the part aboit niggers working on the Mississippi, and the white man boss is now the rich man boss. Get it? If that keeps up we can look forward to hearing male quartets singing Old White Joe, don't you think? Well, it was all in fun and we never raised our prices, as they used to say at the old Pantages, and it all contributed something to a long and more or less interesting inter-esting lifetime. A long time afterward after-ward I decided to take up flying, and that's how I finally got to be a pilot who never really learned how to fly. . Wingovers "ALL THE NEWS THAT'S FIT TO PRINT FROM THE DELTA AIRPORT" DICK MORRISON BOMBS AWEIGH . . . Anyone tuned to Delta Radio might have heard the following notice to airmen which, with differences dif-ferences in detail, was broadcast three different days in the last two weeks by all the CAA radios within this area: "Notam SLC Misc The atomic energy commission has advised that all pilots contemplating flight within a radius of 150 miles of Caliente, Nevada between hours of 0700 and 1300 today, Jan. 28, 1951, should contact nearest CAA facility for safe routing instructions instruct-ions before starting flight." On Wednesday, Saturday and Sunday, last week, atomic bombs were exploded in the southern Nevada district. There is little doubt now that the first of these explosions, on the night ct Jan. 24, was felt here at Delta. An airplane which was coming to land at Delta airport was over town at the moment, about ab-out 8:30 p. m., and many people heard the engine of the plane and felt the explosion shortly afterward. after-ward. They assumed the plane had exploded or crashed. The plane, a T-6 was carrying a pilot who came to get an F-51 which had ben weathered in here for two days. Art Rose, radio communicator, com-municator, who, incidentally is back an the job at Delta airport after having served with the National Nat-ional Guard since last August, had just given the T-6 clearance to land when he heard and felt the atomic explosion. He like many Delta people thought for a moment mom-ent that the plane had exploded, but he saw it roll in safely a moment later. The communicators at the airport are about the only people who knew in advance when atom bombs are to be set dff. When they are instructed to broad cast the notice to air men they know it is about time. Well, we had the poison gas attack at-tack with parathion last summer, and now we are feeling atom bomb explosions, so we Deltans ought to be more or less toughened toughen-ed up for a war. The thing sort of gets on one's nerves, and if a big truck tire blows out in the middle of town some day soon we will probably all make for the bomb shelters. FLEDGLINGS . . . Mrs. Belva Jones took to the air the first time Saturday, with her husband, Jeff Jones, and Grant Workman, pilot Grant flew Steve and Ted Stoddard Stod-dard to Milford the same day. The boys planned to fly farther, but had to turn back to avoid atomic radiation. Leon Theobald piloted a short flight for his uncle, Weldon, and the latter's two young sons, Run-aid Run-aid and Cloyd, Bob Jones stretched his new found wings again Sunday with Mrs. Madge Christensen as his fledgling passenger. The report is Madge loved it. Junius Anderson was another first time upper Sunday. He and Reed Wood went along while yours truly did landing practice, and we took in Oak City and Delta while we were at it. SAGEBRUSH CIRCUIT . . . I never really learned how to play the piano but I've been pounding poun-ding away at it a long time, and the other night the girl at the record counter, Althea, got to talking talk-ing about some new Sophie Tucker Tuck-er platters, and I went home and dug out the song sheet of Somebody's Some-body's Wrong, that I've had around ar-ound since 1924, and there was Sophie's picture on the cover and it got me thinking back about the dance bands when we used to beat the Sagebrush Circuit from Kanosh to Leamington to Abraham. First there was Owen Bunker's orchestra and I was freshie in high school and a very green one at that, and the girl at the piano wanted to dance and I was standing stand-ing there and said I'd play one for her, and we played it and Bunk looked at Nux Cahoon, the drummer drum-mer and said the kid's got perfect per-fect time and after while he said did I want a job and I sure did and I was in. A lot of things happened and sometimes we made big money and sometimes we took 'em on percentage and went home broke but the biggest haul was later on when we took New Years on fifty-fifty fifty-fifty and got paid of with twenty five iron men apiece. Dan Manning Man-ning was on the banjo that night and Bill Pace was on the alto sax and I forget who else. One night we played Hinckley and got back just in time to watch the Marsoni Hall go up in flames, and for the benefit of newcomers the Marsoni was where the new jail is now. Bunk called his orchestra the Midnight Rounders and we fixed up some costumes that were white overthrows and some people tho't we looked like the KIu Klux Klan and others figured we were just ready for bed, so we only wore 'em about once to keep from get- able once I got the job and didn't bother to go unless I felt like it and Bunk would hunt up Erma ting razzed. I wasn't very depend-Gronning depend-Gronning to sub and after awhile they all got fed up with that and threw me out and after being left out a while I learned to be punctual. punct-ual. Last summer Erma stopped in and we talked about the old orchestras or-chestras for a while and then she went back to Kansas City where she has been Mrs. Davenport all these twenty odd years. The old outfits were always breaking up and getting reorganized With about ab-out the same gang all over again, except for replacements 'tor the ones that moved away. Wally Reid ran it one and we played a blackface black-face act at the Delta theatre and I was sick as a dog on stage and my face was really green but the burnt cork hid that and afterwards I went home and came down with mumps. Before I got well they had a new boy at the piano and he did it better so they kept him on, and I figured if Wally thought I was a rum-dum , then I thought he was a bum chum. One night I turned a fast dollar playing for the hypnotist at the Pace Theatre, and the hypnotizer's wife said to play it soft and sad when he was putting the customers custom-ers to sleep and then play something some-thing presto when it was time for them to come out of it so I helped put them to sleep with the Missouri Miss-ouri Waltz and the audience loved lov-ed it all. Each town had its favorite tunes and Sugarville always makes me think of Three O'Clock In The Morning, Leamington of Red Hot Mama and Fillmore crt Apple Sauce because that's what they liked. A lot of the Delta crowd used to go to Leamington every Saturday night because there was less restraint re-straint on 'em there. Maybe they still do. I wouldnt know, now. Harding died and they put on a dance and we played it. Harding being the kind of a president he was I'm not sorry. One. night we took Fillmore on a percentage and when we got there they had moved the piano out to use it at a funeral or something, some-thing, and they said there was an accordion I could use but I said no go because I never could manipulate mani-pulate one of those overgrown musical caterpillars. The take was poor, and after expenses there was just six bits altogether, so we went up town and found a place that was open, put all the money in a slot machine thinking if we could hit the jackpot we could stil make the night pay off financially after all but we didn't. We did a school dance out at |