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Show i Chatter Box Dear Suzy, It seems strange to me that a man as mild as Wes Sampson can get into so much trouble. He is the marshal hereabouts and keeps law and order with but one exception, excep-tion, and that is his car. He has a car that looks as though it had been hit on both sides with a big truck and has the appearance of being three feet narrower than it is. It seems that since he became marshal people have taken a delight de-light in sideswiping him or making mak-ing a defeinite broadside collson. In the past two months he has been in five wrecks, which is either that he is a poor driver, or that the people of these parts are. He just gets the car ready for un-denting when he has another misfortune with another fender. He will have to work it over on the seniority system sys-tem and have each of the fenders and doors wait in line for their turn, and the rate he is going he will just get about half done and start over again with his perpetual body work. Normally the marshal's job here is not hazardous. The past requirements require-ments were mainly a man strong enough to pick up a recumbent body, and to fill in at Rook in Joe's when Joe got set and hid in the basement. But now, according to Wes, a man must be able to fill these first two requirements as well as be an expert dodger to keep from always being on the receiving re-ceiving end of a wreck. If this car wrecking business keeps up Wes can take a tip from a sign posted on a service station in Nevada. Ne-vada. It read: "Palisade, Nevada, March 27, 1945. Old B. H. Bruf-fery Bruf-fery has resigned and the constable job is open. Palisade is a peaceful town, just as peaceful as its officers. offi-cers. There has been no one arrested arrest-ed here for God knows how many years. Good luck to the new constable. con-stable. I wish him well, but if he does, or if he don't, he will catch Merry Hell. B. H. Bruffery, retiring town contable." A Guyman, who owned a pool hall here that his wife ran while he hunted and fished, is now in Stanley, Idaho, hunting and fishing while his wife runs a lodge. He writes about the salmon fishing there and says that guided while they caught 205. He doesn't make it clear whether they caught 205 salmon or 205 people to guide. Either Ei-ther one is ok with me as I prefer my salmon in tins, if someone can just guide me to a store that has some. Scott Solomon) Chesley solved a meaty problem this week. It seems that one of the negroes working on the railroad went to Wes Sampson with a story of being robbed of $400 by one of the other negroes. Wes decided to take them to Scott who heard both stories, one said he was robbed and the other said he won it shooting craps. Well, Scott reasoned that if the negro had been robbed it was a gamble that he would never get his money back. And if the other negro ne-gro was telling the truth, it, was a cut and dried case of gambling. So he soaked them $100 each for gambling. gam-bling. They seemed well satisfied with the decision. I have a job for Wes to sleuth on in his spare moments, and that is to find the restaurant butter that is supposed to be there these days. If the butter portion goes downhill any further they can just paint a yellow patch on the plates and print on it, "X marks the spot where the butter should have been." Keep 'Em Busy, Toots. |