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Show Chatter Box Dear Suzy, Delta is the club organlzingest town I ever saw. They have organized organ-ized every type and name of club that can be thought of and I figured fig-ured they had covered the territory pretty well, but they have come up with a new one. It is going to be called the "Deep Water Diving While Heavy Black Sits on the Bank Society." The new organization came into being when Messrs. Lionel and Robert Riding, N. C. Black, Oscar Kelly, Wesley Morris and M. O. Warnick decided a boat ride and swim in the reservoir was just what the doctor ordered. Even though it was a Saturday night Heavy (if you must be formal, N. C.) Black preferred to stay on the bank and not partake of the water sports. The others took two boats and a motor borrowed from Tom Huff to tour the reservoir and dunk themselves in the refreshing and aromatic waters. All went well for some time and the men were enjoying themselves in the cooling breezes and the beautiful vistas as they rounded each bend. Peace and quiet and communing with nature did not last long. About the time they were preparing to take a swim, the borrowed bor-rowed motor did a flip-flop and a double jack knife and disappeared in the murky waters back of the boat. The society came into being at this juncture. Clothes were quickly discarded and the men spent the rest of the night diving, trying to lay hands on the missing motor. Their efforts did not meet with success, so Sunday they met at Osc's garage where they devised and made grab hooks hoping to snag the motor. The reservoir was dragged on Sunday for 300 yards each side of where they thought they had lost the motor, but contact was not made. Everything was used for a drag but a Swedish harrow. Deep thought has marked the men's brows since the motor has been gone and some rare and unique ideas have been advanced to regain re-gain Tom's pride and joy. The latest lat-est idea to come to light is for one of the searchers to don water goggles, gog-gles, put clothes pins on his nose, and over this place a World War I gas mask. Then a hose will be attached at-tached to the gas mask, the crew in the boat will pump air down to the diver while he walks around submerged in 15 feet of water, carrying a flat iron in each hand to keep him down, hoping to stub his toe on the motor. ' To me this is all a waste of time to drag and try to get the motor when all they have to do is get some bass fisherman to take his last spinner down there and within two casts he will have it hooked. They can then follow the line down and get the motor, because be-cause should a bass fisherman lose his last spinner his grief would be far greater than that of the Society and Tom combined. The words, "every cloud has a silver lining." were never truer than in the case of these men. Their many attempts to salvage the motor has resulted in them being be-ing the cleanest men in west Millard, Mil-lard, although mostly undressed. And when at their work they go about with a well-scrubbed look that they have not enjoyed since their mothers scrubbed them in the family wash tub with laundry soap. Orran Ashby, big Implement and man-about-town man is about to return co his home town of Leamington Leam-ington to take some more lessons rrom Jeff Finlinson on roping. It won't do him any good to take lessons from Mr. Finlinson, as Jeff's roping episode resulted in the calf biting his finger off, so Orran will not be able to learn much there. Orran has just recently lost his look of a man with a generous cud of tobacco in the side of his face, which swelling came about by his attempt to rope a horse. Orran had gone out to the farm and found the horse, which was a pony belonging be-longing to his kids, gazing over the fence at Orran's seed crop. The horse must have been in just as high a spirits as Orran over the prospects, because when Orran went to catch it, it played hard to get. Roping ability is just ingrained ingrain-ed on anybody who comes from Leamington so Orran threw a mean lasso and caught the horse. Things got right lively at this point and the horse felt that his freedom was being jeopardized and so took off. Orran ran a double half hitch around his own leg so as to snub the horse, but the inequality in-equality in the respective weights of Orran and the horse resulted in Orran taking a sleigh ride on his already threadbare pants, with no snow on the ground. Luckily, or unluckily, which ever I you choose, a post loomed up which Orran" was fortunate or unfortunate un-fortunate enough to straddle, thus bringing to an abrupt end his unwanted un-wanted and hurried tour of the North Tract. So very strenuous was the hug that Orran gave the post resulted in his jaw being smacked against it with such force that a lump the size of a half grapefruit soon blossomed. The horse went on its way, and Orran on his, which lead to the implement im-plement store to tell them he wouldn't be around for a few days, and then home where he stayed for several days. By practicing walking on the one leg alone for several days he was able to get it back to normal and not the three inches longer than the other leg that the" horse had stretched it, and so now is ok, but has lost all interest in the horse. Things have come to a pretty pass when even a horse will pull your leg, Toots. |