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Show Because of a meeting in Salt .ake City on the first Monday in December, the American Legion meeting here will be held the second sec-ond Monday, or Dec, 12. DHS Alumni remember the ban quet, Dec. 27th. Chatter Box Dear Suzy, The local marksmen certainly make me look down my nose this week. Last week I said one turkey would last the men all day at the IOOF turkey shoot, and what happens? hap-pens? They start knocking them off like ten pins in a bowling alley. They ran out of turkeys three times and luckily for them Quin Shepherd's Shep-herd's flock was close by, and as Quin and Tharol Larsen were chasing chas-ing geese that day, the birds were gotten at little expense. Ralph Morrison got even with Doc Alexander before the day had pro- ! gressed to the knee high stage. ! Doc, you remember, sewed up Ralph's cheek one time when Ralph was very proud of his accomplish- , ment of being able to whistle two tunes at one lime. So, before Doc got a chance to say streptococci, Old One Shot Morrison had knocked knock-ed off a turkey at the 100 yard range with but one bullet. It so upset Doc that he spent the day and considerable money trying to get a bird. The birds must have remembered his remark of last week about "which eye," and all the birds gave him was the eye with a raised brow after each shot. Doc's barrel was so limp from shooting that came nightfall they were propping up the muzzle to keep him from shooting his toes off. The IOOF figures on putting on another shoot as they have an ace in the hole with Doc, Hebe Curtis, Joe Gordon and Kennard Riding. With these men shooting they feel that they can't possibly lose, so the men had just as well clean out their pet rifles again and get ready for another wintery blast from the north. Winn Walker is laying himself wide open for a libel suit. He is telling a story to all those who will listen that Frank S. Beckwith ate four squash pies with whipped cream at the Jolly Stitcher banquet ban-quet the other night. He told me about it, so I asked the Boss if it was so. Was he mad! He said that Winn had no business telling such a fib, and that it was just like Winn to never get things straight. I said, "Now, confidentially, Boss, how many pies with whipped cream did you eat," A thoughtful look crossed his face and he replied, re-plied, "I ate five, and Winn is belittling be-littling me by saying I ate a measly meas-ly four pies. Of course, I wasn't up to do them justice as I had just had three helpings of turkey, two of mashed potatoes, two of sweet potatoes, ditto of dressing, rolls, and such. I tried those berries in the centerpiece, but they were a little bitter, and as I was eyeing the candle to take a bite out of it, just to take the taste out of my mouth, Josie Walker moved the candle to a safe position. It was a prety good supper though, for those women to whip up on short notice, but next time if they plan on serving squash pie I hope they don't spoil it by having turkey, dressing, salad, 2 kinds of potatoes, and the rest of the trimmings, because be-cause you just can't do justice to pie when your taste buds have been deadened with that type of food. "The Boss has been complaining complain-ing lately about poor teeth and his loss of apetite, well if what he ate the other night is loss of ap-etote ap-etote caused by poor teeth, a delegation dele-gation should await Dos Stains to see that Doc ever makes him a set of store teeth. If Doc should be so brash as to decide to make him a set of falsies, my advice would be to leave the plaster of Paris impression im-pression in his mouth permanently, then there would be more food left for those that really enjoy it. Sometimes the mighty machinations machin-ations of the male mind cause one to stop and wonder if the sterner sex really has all its buttons. A specific case is that of Lee Callister Cal-lister and the five potatoes. Lee was preparing to go out to batch at McCormick and harvest his crops. As he was preparing the grub box he found to his dismay that household contained but five shriveled up potatoes. The stores were closed and Nell wanted the potatoes for the family meal, and Lee wanted the potatoes, because you just can't go batching any place without potatoes. He finally talked her out of the five potatoes and took off to harvest his crop at McCormick. The crop at McCormick Mc-Cormick consisted of 70 acres of potatoes. In casting about for something to be thankful for I find that I can be thankful for a ton of coal in the basement; and not in John L. Lewis's hip pocket; that it hasn't rained or snowed for the past 48 hours; and that I still have 22 shopping shop-ping days left until Christmas. Ever Thankful, Toots. Lynford Theobald, son of Mr. and Mrs. Leon Theobald, celebrated his Gth birthday, at the home of his grandparents, Mr. and Mrs. Le-Grande Le-Grande Law. The little guests pre-ent pre-ent were Norma Jill Tippetts, Joa-lyn Joa-lyn Stapley, Nadine Turner, Janice Jan-ice and Rochelle Cropper, Bonnie Rae Bunker, Brenda Lee Pace, Harry Har-ry and Kay Wind, Michael Chambers, Cham-bers, J. Ward Spendlove, Brent Cropper, Delial Knight, Wally Ray Wright, and Eddie Lister. The children chil-dren were delighted with pinning the head on the turkey and other games, at which they won prizes. Gay paper hats and gingerbread men were given as favors and a beautifully decorated birthday cake ivas cut and served with icecream. ice-cream. Sherman Little, son of Mr. and Mrs. Fera Little, returned to Delta a week ago, on furlough, and is iwaiting his discharge from the ;ervice. Sherman has been in the service in Germany for part of the past year. He and his parents visited vis-ited in Salt Lake City this week, cvith his grandparents there. Mrs. DeWayne Anderson and lit-le lit-le daughter are visiting in Spring-'ille Spring-'ille with her family. Mr. Ander-;on Ander-;on joined them there for Thanks-riving. |