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Show Millard County Chronicle Begins Thirty-fifth Year of Publication. by Ted Whicker . . . Fred Rock and his mule , , , The time that Phil Purdy's pants slipped off while he was crossing Clark Street with an arm full of meat . . . The Ward Hotel Ho-tel fire . . The Delta Hotel Fire . . The Delta High School fire. . . The woman who came through the flume and lost her swimming suit on the way . . Billy Bassett and his Shetland pony . . Florence Pace and her corn patch the kids all raided . . . Chris Gronning's bed of coals at his blacksmith shop, where the kids roasted their potatoes po-tatoes . . . The Erickson tragedy when the whole family was killed by the train. . . The Mexican hunt in which Rose was killed by a Mexican . . . All these things come hack to mind from the 31 years that we have lived in Delta. This is our birthday speech. It's I a time when we speak in the first ( person upandicular pronoun, forgetting for-getting the lack of metal and labor la-bor raises hob with pictures, when priorities on material and getting it are a headache, but looking forward for-ward to that time when our front page will have a bla.ing headline at the top reading The Chronicle was first issued on July 4, 1910, by Norman B. Dresser, Dres-ser, editor. The day was not on Thursday, but was close, so the Glorious Fourth was taken as its birthday. In 1910 there was no press in west Millard, and Dresser wrote up his material, sent it to Salt Lake City, and had the paper printed there, then sent to him. The location loca-tion now called Delta, was first Aiken, and then changed to Burt-ner. Burt-ner. It was some time later when the name Delta was chosen this region like the great delta of the Nile, a rich agricultural area. Beginning July 6th we will enter upon our thirty-fifth year. In that time, much water has run under the bridge. We found R. J. Law in business here, Sorenson and Day, Peter T. Black, John Steele, Ben Bunker and many other old timers. Some have retired who wrere in bus iness then, and of course, many of the oldest friends have passed a-way, a-way, or moved to other homes. We remember when D. Stevens & Co., opened for business in the McCorn-ick McCorn-ick Block tsince burned). We re-mem re-mem tier vividly the Bank Hotel's opening night, with a dance and chow. And in trying to write this, to cudgel the flagging memory, all we can think of is the dandy fine times swimming in the flume and the "town center" of the old Delta Bakery, where young and old congregated con-gregated nights and masticated the linen. All the big, vital things, growth, grogress, turmoil have long since disappeared in the haze of years, and only a few sign posts remain to mark the forward trail. A newspaper records the passing evenls, some of which are more or less trivial, but some vital" Our old flies will give an accurate detail of events. The big fire which partly part-ly cleaned up all on Clark Street. And the much later fire hitting Spencer Wright, from which he arose after its damage to a bigger and better business. The building of the Second Ward church was later in our time. Soon we will record re-cord a new home for the First Ward. The times the dam went out . . . R. J. Law's old Ford, sold to him |