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Show 'Chatter Box Dear Suzy, This comes under the "now it can be told" department and concerns con-cerns two of our local goose stalkers. stalk-ers. They, Scott Chesley and Glen Bunker, went to Fool creek reservoir reser-voir to do a little goose chasing and found the geese out on the ice back of an island. Our two hunters went into a huddle and decided de-cided that all they needed was a pair of skates and then they could skate out at high speed from back of the island and thus surprise the geese and get 8 or 10 before they came to their wits (the geese). They returned to Delta and gathered gath-ered up a pair of skatei each and went right back to do dirt to the geese. They put on the skates at the shore line and figured that by the time they had skated out to the island they would be right back in practice, doing figure eights, Dutch rolls, and the spread eagle on the way, not to mention that most difficult dif-ficult maneuver, cutting a pigeon wing -backwards. Well, they had not been on skates for several years, in fact for a number of years, and had the island been 17 miles away, instead of the 300 yards it really was, they still would not have been able to get enough practice on the way. It was thirty minutes before they re-learned how to stand up on the skates, and it was hours later when they finally made a successful stroke without trying to see how hard a human body could hit the ice without breaking either the body or the ice. The geese were most obliging and waited there all the time our heroes were going through their unintentional acrobatics. But by the time the hunters reached the island they were in no condition to shoot a goose, or even raise a gun, as they were so battered and bruised that they reconsidered the whole deal, took off their skates and walked back across the ice to the car and then home sadder, wiser, battered batter-ed and realizing that they should have put the skates where the most prequent contact was made with the ice, instead of on their feet as they had had them. Mont Works is working on a new style of bed for Lee Callister and Nathan Ward. It seems that Lee and Nate flew to Los Angeles without giving Los Angeles any warning, and instead of being met with a band, they were faced with standing room only in all the hotels ho-tels they went to get a room. This was a minor catatrophe for these two nimble-witted men, and they quickly solved it by buying tickets each night while there to an all-night all-night movie. There they could sleep for 40c a night, with the movies thrown in. After returning to Delta and their-'own beds they found that sleeping sitting up was so ingrained with them that their beauty rests were no longer the prime beds they were. So, they have Mont designing beds in which they can sleep sitting up, and e-quipped e-quipped with sound effects of the latest movies. We have all heard that American Ameri-can production and machinery was mainly responsible for winning the war. And to Deltans this was forcibly for-cibly shown this past week. It seems that a couple of veterans left a couple of army trucks in front of the Chronicle, with the hopes of selling them. They had to be moved across the street from the Chronicle as the hard workers in the chronicle hadn't seen the sun for days. Golden Black's establishment es-tablishment was the victim of this move and so well was his place blocked that he had to push whatever what-ever he sold under the trucks and out in the street to the purchaser. Then Frank S. Beckwith figured that with a college education he could learn to drive one and took one home. He got there but he didn't get back, and there the truck stood in the middle of the street most of the day while drivers driv-ers on the road gave the truck dirty looks, and also the home in front of which it was parked. It was proved beyond doubt of how the war was won. The Americans Ameri-cans just cluttered up the landscape land-scape with machinery and the enemy ene-my was unable to attack, retreat, or get out of the way, so they must have given up in despair. Fontella Bishop and Bonnie Black are requesting the Millard county telephone company for a couple of bicycles, or at least a couple of pairs of skates. The switchboard went on the fritz on Wednesday and Fontella was unable un-able to hear what people were asking over the board, so she had to grab a head set, a hand set. vault the fence hazard that was thwarting her rapid progress, and got into the booth there to hear them. Then after they had placed their call, she had to hurry back to the board and plug in the number. num-ber. Calls came thick and fast and Fontella was running back and forth with her tongue hanging out a foot, when she finally got Bonnie Black through an SOS and had her come help. They solved the problem prob-lem by Bonnie sitting at the board to plug in the numbers, while Fontella Fon-tella tool: calls in the booth and relayed them across the room to Bonnie. People who think that centrals have nothing to do but sit are sadly awakened to the fact that centrals do arise and break into a dead run when the occasion occa-sion is necessary. I have heard of messenger service in outlying districts dis-tricts before, but never have I heard of messenger service within the confines of the phone office itself. Don't telegraph or phone, just write, Toots. |