Show Remarking the theOld Old A A Job of Memory When I was a youngster my old dad always said to me When you ou go anywhere look at the lan landmarks marks and andI I lay cm em by in mind then every once I in a while look back hack on the I as they shift and change That secand second second sec- sec ond and looking back may help you a lot lotIf lotif lot lotIf if you come back that way for any trail looks different going from coming com corn comI I ing i I It was pretty good advice We Ve had I no Boy Scout groups those days yet we were always out in the hills or on longer trips into the real m mountains Always Alwa's look over the This is n a where you little think it It- It Itin In the canyons g gullies and J i rocks of Main and State Street Salt SnIt Lake Cit City with the Avenues thrown in to give hills for the trail to wander over It is a little trail of or memory i iThe The Tho n tl I Clerk Finds His llis Own I I was living Jiving in Salt Lake City caming earning earning earn cam ing a meager little HUle living as a book bookkeeper bookkeeper book book-a keeper poring over figures when in I fact lifes life's ambition was to be a machinist machinist machinist ma ma- Dad set sel a square peg in a ain ain in a great gaping round hole when h he refused to let his youngest pAden JoY I be a lathe hand and tried to make a banker out of him So I would qUit quit i ithe 1 the bank I was working in and go to a place full CuB of the loved i lathes millers grinders and watch a a poor deaf one-legged one man the pro pro- pro pro-j I do his work making models fitting keys and sharpening lawn mowers Two per cent and Now as to collateral was all aB forgot argot and II I I life w was s full fuH joyous and rippling with excitement as I could see brass flung off by the cutting tool or see the machine machine machine ma ma- i chine steel curl into the cutest long pig tail tall as the lathe operated And AndI then the to work a hand I fit under a thousandth Even yet I there is no joy like machine tools in I metals Too hell heB with a bank bunk But Wheres Where's the story Carl Moritz got up from Cram a sick bed only to find that he was nearly stone I I deaf deaL In that deafened condition as asa asa I Iacross a laboring man returning to his house I across the tracks he started to go 1 between the open end of a train just as he got on the track here came the I I bump as hItI hit as the switch engine was was' I coupling that train tram Carl was caught and lost his leg at the thigh Now I was he doubly handicapped I Yet poor deaf without a leg Carl Carlis is one of the landmarks as my trail went through Salt Lake City Many l Manyan an afternoon have I hovered over Carl Carlat Carlat at work unable to say anything t to him for that necessitated a mighty shout directly into a wrecked ear earI ear ear- I Silent intent observing tickled to toI I 1 death when Carl would hand over a fit for or inspection to prove that a master master master mas mas- ter craftsman had done it Proud of at his ability poor he hc loved his work i Sam his friend and time some-time asI assistant assistant as as- I in rougher work got the instructions in- in in instructions from visitors visitors- relayed in-I in it to Carl One day Carl invited me to his home on the Avenue Then where the poor lived and I say poor knowingly for or I myself lived close by My wife and I went went wenta a Sunday Took I Carl a pie Saw for the first time in my life a cooling well velI sunk into il that hill wa way up east cast on the Avenue streets done by a deaf and maimed man in it all aB his food kept as cool as was his own unruffled temper fighting fighting fight fight- I ing affliction with a brave heart and andI I lonely I A Heavier Blow Hits Carl CarlI I Came a day wh when n Sam said Carl I wont be here an any more more more- Can Cancer er My wife and I visited his h home me once or or twice after then after then we were told No visitors It need not be dwelt dwelton on In that modest little a few very choice pieces o of workmanship of what only a master in his craft could turn out Isn't that strange strange- My trail led into and through Salt SaIl Lake City Cit its canyons and gorges around the Newhouse Newhouse New New- house and Boston Buildings the gentle gentle gen gen- tle hills of the Avenues yet in looking at the Carl Moritz rises out as a landmark noted at the time and looked back at now as again a landmark landmark landmark land land- mark to give bearings fix location and to tread re-tread an old trail I Came a new face Cace into the shop Friendly warm genial and again a aman aman aman man whose deft touch finds expression express express- ion in shaping metal metal- again the visits visits vis vis- visits its to the shop and even now after acter thirty years I never go to Salt Lake but that I call on Carls Carl's successor the genial August and always have a achord achord achord chord In common that we can sound Only this week I ordered some work from him him him- fit exact satisfactory of course and he a landmark on the old trail ds s though a journeyer went a trail named then familiarly but In Inthe Inthe inthe the interval until the next trip new names had been given for or the old yet the associations the same the trail t J the same same same- memory fondles with a past past and gives It aura 1 Yes It was good advice Always mark down the landmarks on the trail trail trail- and look back on them as you go for the trail sh shapes pes differently coming and goi going going- g- g learn learn It both ways You may travel it again |