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Show Chatter Box Dear Suzy, Writing to you last week of Nita Gronning's blood bank, which is operated by large and voracious mosqitoes at their home farm brought to light another interesting interest-ing episode in the pursuit of catfish. cat-fish. Reva Bliss, who is so very kind and gentle, likes to fish for catfish, but can't stand the thought or necesary action to impale a lowly low-ly angleworm on a hook. Rather than ask others to do it for her, she resolved to cook up a bait that the fish would enjoy and which still could be easily handled by her. This she did and cooked up a large, batch of her famous egg noodles, with high hopes of luring the catfish to her hook. Her plans came to a sad end as the fish scorned her bait, but the pan of noodles sitting on the bank was not scorned by her fishing companions and was rapidly depleted. She feels that the test was not successful as she had a chance to only try a couple of noodles on the fish, while her pals tried the rest of the egg noodles. She will make further exper-ments exper-ments along this line and the next time she isn't going to double the eggs called for in the recipe as she did in the past. "Doubling the eggs made the noodles so palatable to those with me that the catfish didn't get the break they deserved," deserv-ed," says she. Speaking of break, Johnny Jensen, Jen-sen, that happy- go- lucky man about town from the North Tract, did himself proud this week in front of the Morrison Feed Store. He was clipping along on his little Fordson tractor and turned into Ralph's to get some parts and got plenty of parts by making small parts out of the large plate glass window. He rolled up in front of the place and kept rolling until he had butted the front end of the tractor into the window. Onlookers held their breath waiting for the musical tinkle of glass which soon followed. Johnny turned four shades blonder than he is while the glass crashed down taking with it his vacation money. If he had been able to get a recording of the sound efect he would have been able to peddle it o any program needing such at a very good price. Those who witnessed wit-nessed the crash and resulting clamor said that it definitely outrivaled out-rivaled Fibber McGee when he o-pens o-pens his closet on the radio program. pro-gram. Ralph also got a break through the deal as the window needed washing anyway and now he will have a new window instead of his old dirty one. Somebody is always taking the joy out of life and this week it was the Lions Club. The Lady Lions had bought a lot of play-ground equipment equip-ment and after aging it to a fair state of mellowness down at Orran Ashby's they moved it to the playground play-ground north of the Second Ward Church. Here it was taken over by the juveniles who entered into the spirit of the thing with much enthusiasm. en-thusiasm. One item in particular was their special passion. Nobody knows the name of it but it res-sembles res-sembles a cage when on its side. The kids climbed over this thing and, like squirrels in a cage, rolled it from one end of the lot to the other. Those who were fortunate enough to hang on while this thing made its gyrations had the time of their lives. Those who were not so fortunate and got in the way of this "juggernaut" were promptly rolled over and came out looking like a grilled steak (if your memory can take you back far enough so as to remember grilled steak). The gadget was a rough workout for the kids and each day saw one or more of them going home filling the air with shrieks and noises of distress. Those same kids were right back on hand the next day to see if they couldn't run over someone else and thus complete the mad cycle. The Lions put an end to all this sport by cementing the stuff down and making it safe. Now this it is all safe and secure the kids have lost all interest in the playthings. It just proves that into each life a little cement must be poured so as to make for stability, security and boredom. It isn't too late to buy a bond, Toots. |