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Show Chatter Box Dear Suzy, Things are mighty quiet and peaceful around here, and folks have clammed up tighter than drums with their little secrets.Gone are the good old days when Nog Christensen took mud facials and , Ursal Barkdull sunk his china clippers clip-pers in the Legion lounge woodwork. wood-work. Even Herman Mouse or Man Munster keeps hid out, and the only on-ly trace we have of him are the goose eggs he supplied Joe Peter Rabbit Mercer, which Joe colored daintily and put on display in his pill-rollery. Carl Smith, local canal-crawler canal-crawler and alfalfa optimist, is again at large, after rolling around ar-ound his east forty in his newly washed car. Carl has a local reputation repu-tation of never dawdling about the highways, land then the only time he does he comes to grief. Carl is now in the market 'for liniment, a bike or two, and a hole big enough to bury a car that looks like it had crawled under a steam roller. Carl always though that the car was upholstered until he took to bouncing around in it instead in-stead of hanging on to the steering steer-ing wheel. Seems like Carl was wending his way homeward in the cool of the evening when something some-thing seemed to go snap, and within two hundred yards of the hacienda he went belly up, car and all. When he crawled out he found he was all In one piece, but not so the car, which he left ir, th fioid for uDside down seen- ery of the house. Fred and Jack Turner, big steak and fertilizer operators, almost al-most had a falling out the other morn, when Fred tell from sight and Jack was irked because he wasn't in there pitching. The boys were out feeding their bovines, each equipped with truck and fork. Fred got a head start and leaped onto the haystack with such gusto that it caved in on him and there . he was, hiding in the hay up to his eyeballs. Lucky Fred, at least he could come smelling good to the bees. When Jack arrived no work was going on, no Fred in sight ,and just a lonesome tractor going full blast. Fred was wedged in so tight he couldn't draw a breath to beller help. And if he had bellered the tractor was making mak-ing more racket than he could. Jack counted up to a hundred and then tackled the stack with the fork, and to his surprise came up with Fred on the fourth fork full. Well, searching for a needle In a haystack sounds like nice work to me, but if Jack had left Fied there to stew in his own juice the wind Monday would have soon uncovered un-covered him. Hoping you are the same, Toots. - i i |