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Show Chatter Box Dear Suzy, It seems that we have a passion pas-sion for going through life trying to put square pegs in round holes. We don't evaluate a persons potentials, pot-entials, but go blindly on trying to get them to do the right thing and hoping for the best. Take the case of Duane Finlin-son, Finlin-son, Oak City tiller of the soils, who was a delegate to the farm Bureau convention in Chicago. He decided to drive back there to spend two weeks in the windy city listening to the wind blow both inside and outside the building. build-ing. Came the day after he left his son went over to the neighbor's neigh-bor's house to borrow a harness lor a horse so that he could rake I the hay. It seems as the story of the boy unfolded that his father, Duane, had left for Chicago with the harness in the back of the ear and his suitcase still sitting in the middle of the living room floor. Duane must have made' quite a hit at the convention, though, with his only change of clothes being a harness for a horse. Although, Al-though, I for one would not care to wash my teeth on a hame strap, especially .some of the hame straps I have seen. Duane was a square peg number num-ber one. And square pegs numbers num-bers two and three are Doc and Ella Black. It seems that Mr. and Mrs. Dee Black tried to make baby sitters of Doc and Ella with disastrous dis-astrous results. They turned their little boy over to Doc and Ella to take to Days of the Old West and to act somewhat in the nat- ure of baby sitters while Dee and his wife went on about their business. bus-iness. The rodeo had just got a good start when the boy, as boys do, became restless and- wanted a hot dog or something. Thinking that he was able to take care of himself him-self Doc and Ella let him go for the hot dog. While the boy was gone the show went on, which is an old show custom, and Doc and Ella were engrossed in the various events that came romping through the arena. All too soon for Doc and Ella the show was over ,and with nothing no-thing to watch they started taking tak-ing count of the things they had to take out of the stands and home. The' list was checked: thermos ther-mos bottle, fluorescent light, blankets, blan-kets, cushions, cigarettes, 2 books, and one boy. The items were all there but one boy, and so the list was doublechecked, and still no boy. . Wrinkles of worry crossed the brows of these two people and they began to wonder where they could have misplaced a boy, and there was also the worry of how they could get said lad home with out the parents knowing that they had temporarily lost him. . The car was wheeled out of the grounds and a hurried trip over to Wells Robison's place, as the boy sometimes played over there. No boy. A , phone call to Delta to see if he had gone there to the Black place. No boy. But some one had seen a small boy on the streets of Delta and so a fast trip was made and the streets patrolled looking for said boy, and still no boy. So the unhappy couple went back to Desaret by way of Hinckley Hinck-ley looking along the highways and streets hoping to see the boy slowly trudging along, weary and downhearted. But no boy was trud ging along. Came late, in fact very late in the evening, and Doc and Ella decided to go to Dee's place, bare the whole story and get out a searching party to look for the boy. Dee and his wife took the loss rather calmly and and invited invit-ed Doc and Ella in for a cup of coffee (of which Dee took no part, which is his story) and on opening open-ing the car door a light was turned tur-ned on in the back seat which disclosed a sleepin boy and same proved to be the lost one. Doc and Ella were still mighty perturbed to think that they didn't have the thought to turn on the light and give a look for for themselves before dashing about the country side looking for a boy when they practically had same goy right under their thumbs. It is reported that when the episode came to a conclusion and all was safe and secure Dee did break down and have a cup of coffee Doc also had a cup and when he got . home his nerves were still so jangled he took some thin ga little stronger as a sedative seda-tive and went to bed. All of which proves that if you are going to a convention don't try to go back to the horse and buggy days; and if you are going to take a boy anyplace and stay in peace of mind, chain him to a stout post where you can watch him. Toots. |