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Show Chatter Box Dear Suzy, One hundred twenty-seven people peo-ple made appointments with Nick Friday so as to receive proper burial bur-ial as they were certain they could not make it through the day. It seems the deer hunters' frolic was all it was cracked up to be and even more, and had these people kept their appointments Nick would have had a right flourishing flourish-ing business. But about 2 o'clock in the afternoon there were definite defin-ite signs cf life, what with NS giving transfusions: and such to hold body and soul together and thus they got the- celebrants into the hills in search of deer where feet. From the reports received to date on the deer hunt they might as well either kept their appointment or stayed home. Either of the choices was better than tramping the hills in search of deer where there were none. The deer hunters' dance was really a whing-ding in a big way. By ten o'clock there was no more room in the hall than in an excursion ex-cursion train. After that it got even ev-en worse and a traffic router had to be installed on the stairs to direct di-rect the traffic and keep those goiing outside from tramping on those who were going in. Norma Hannifin was well able to handle this job and has been presented a life ticket to future deer hunters' dances for her splendid performance. perform-ance. She at first applied diplomacy diplo-macy and tact in trying to get the jam to move one way or another, and when that failed she used that most handy of all women's accessories a well stuffed and heavy purse. This 'persuader' soon broke up the unruly mob and the stairs were cleared for the first time in 40 minutes. Her aim wasn't all is should have been, but who cares as long as the final result was achieved. At one time she swung an a guy, missed, and hit Rex Bunker so hard on the top of the head he had to wear his hat to bed that night. He was able to cut peep holes in- it later when he was finally able to get it from his head. About eleven o'clock those passing pass-ing in were not as numerous as those passing out so the crowd thinned, but it never weakened, It wouldn't have surprised me if the dance had developed into one of those Indian dances which goes on for days; but the music up and quit. The Wildlife ought to pay the orchestra for playing instead of letting them in free to see the sights. , Dudley Crafts, prominent Delta jurist, says, "The way things are going next year all the hunters will have is the dance." Well you can't have your cake and eat it, too. To me, the heighth of extravagance extrava-gance is for John Day to buy himself him-self a deer hunting hat, but that is just what he did. John once had a full head of hair, but that was some time ago, and now he has a large shiny expanse where the hair formerly was located. He should go bare headed in the hills and let nature take its course. He, as you know, is so bashful and shy that he has been known to blush at the sight of a doe. So why put a dollar into a hat when nature will keep him with a permanent per-manent ruddy complexion while he is in the hills. It is most trying to our local men to have such guys as Bill Radke, his pal Irvin, Doc Bunker and George Higgs show you up. These men have brought about a deluge of envy from local hunters for their actions. They have appeared ap-peared on the scene at a most critical time, and are putting in as many days as possible hunting, much to the envy of men with seed in the field. Bill Radke is the type of man who shows up during the hunting or fishing season with a most generous gen-erous supply of what it takes to make a trip successful. He debates debat-es in the morning while washing his teeth whether to hunt deer, ducks or geese, or whether to go fishing. After his meditation and decision Irvin follows in his footsteps, foot-steps, only in not quite the same bow- legged manner, while Bill goes around town tempting and exciting local sportsmen to take off with him on whatever type of amusement he has decided upon. This disrupts the local stalwarts and they might as well go with him, as they are no use during the rest of the day. Doc Bunker and George Higgs are just as bad. George raises a lot of dogs for sale. and it's Clyde's business to keep them alive long enough to give him a chanra to sell them. They have appeared with a special trailer holding four spaniels which they intend to use on the pheasant hunt. Just to kill a little time before the pheasant hut they are hunting deer, ducks, or geese, as their fancy suits. If they tire of this they plan a trip to Idaho for a little pheasant bagging bag-ging before they shoot here. Now possibly that is the type of life men are born to live, hut it makes it mighty tough on us, what with cleaning up the yard ready for winter; storing the screens scre-ens in the bnsement; carrying in ( the coal and wood; and unpacking . their equipment from their last trip. Woman's work is never done, ; and it. is men like these that make it harder. In revolt, Toots. P. S. The City is going to have ar election. To m this is a iot o foolishness. All an election eve: - did was cause a lot of hard feel - inps. because people come r: ih s out in puhlic and say what tho s thought of someone privately a the time. |