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Show Ruminatin $ Roundabout In which Ruminator proposes to ('.ream a lot, think as little as necessary, scatter a few bouquets bou-quets while their objectives are still above the sod to enjoy them, and fire a hot-shot now ami then before said Ruminator gets too old and his sight gets too poor to see the sparks fly. If you want to see a man's-size man's-size job being tackled cheerfully by volunteer workers, just step into the V.F.W. toy shop and size , t up the gigantic task confronting them that of rehabilitating the toys gathered by the local Boy Scouts. They're making excellent headway, though, and many a .Milford youngster's Christmas is going to be made happier through the unselfish work of these fellows. fel-lows. .More power to them! The close relation between expert tradesmen and the professions and the use each makes of modern scientific scien-tific developments, was forcibly brought to mind last week-end when L. G. Clay, with a wide reputation as a welder, was called to furnish and assist in the giving of oxygen to a pneumonia-stricken lad at the local hospital. Knowing that the gas he used at his trade was absolutely pure, he had no hesitation in helping to administer this valuable breathing aid under Dr. Shannon's direction and won the hearfelt gratitude of the parents of the strickn boy with his helpfulness and solicitude for the boy's welfare. As it turned out, both teachers and students had something to be thankful for. Threatened with holding school the day after Thanksgiving, both groups went right into the air, but, with the order rescinded, both had due cause for being thankful and were able to enjoy their turkey in peace. Our apologies to Marv Smith, able correspondent for The News from the Desert range C C C camp. Maybe duo to Thanksgiving anticipations or what have you, we inadvertently reworded re-worded one of his clever camp jokes so that it lost part of its force and effect. It shoud have read: Art Linusey: "I asked her if I could see her home." Coy Clark; "What did she say?" Art: "She said she woulu send me a snapshot of it." If you haven't filled out and mailed a baby census card, then why haven't you? The 10-minute stop at Milford of train 7 Monday afternoon meant a great deal to yours truly and his ! much better half. Given a ring on the phone as a preliminary, we found at the station a handsome young fellow fel-low fine and clean as he is good- looking a friend of ' the family's from our old haunts in Wyoming. His sister, now located in San Diego, has been associated with metropolitan newspapers for some time and Ernest Somsen, "the kid brother" was on his! way from Cokeville to accept a posi-j tion she had found for him. We most; sincerely wish him well! That joint dinner meeting (heavy emphasis on the "dinner" for it richly deserved it) of Beaver's Chamber of Commerce and the Milford Lions club, Monday night at Beaver, was one grand affair with a few exceptions such as Ruminator feels dutifully bound to mention. The trip over and back in Joe Murdock's Chrysler was ... 11 p r jio small pait ui uie Ktijyjy incut ui this one-eighth of the Milford delegation. dele-gation. Bert Wynaught, too, was kind enough to let us view his taillight and his expert manipulation of the brake light going over. Where he was when we were coming back we are not prepared to say. And we might have said something some-thing good about his car but for the fact that he has noJ advertised adver-tised his car agency for quite a while. (If this gets any results ;u'll sure hear about it!) All kidding aside,' Mrs. Pierce of the Beaver hotel and her personable assistants sure did themselves proud with the eats, though Beaver is well i known for this phase of their hospi-1 tality as Ruminator well knows from ! partaking of a fried chicken and j home made ice cream feast provided i last spring by the Beaver members of the district Boy Scout committee.! I There was one particular, however,: y in which the Beaver fellows let us! down deplorably. They never told us i what it was going to cost! As the plates appeared, piled high with de-: licious Beaver county turkey (than! which there is no better) along with all the trimmings, we figured it was ! going to cost at least a dollar and settled down to get our money's ! worth. Imagine our consternation (Continued on last pag) Ruminatin (Continued from first page) and tight belt when we learned that the cost was only 50c! (Now, in using us-ing the ward "we" it must be understood under-stood that Ruminator is speaking only for himself and accidently slip-! slip-! ped into the editorial use of that lit- tie pronoun. (It comes in mighty handy when you want to make 'em think you're bigger or that there are more of you than there are.) But we started out to say that none other of that Lion bunch could have had a thought like ours At least and confess to it! Called on for a quartet number (some of those not listening well thought it was a quart they were talking or thinking about) four of the Beaver fellows couldn't comply, they aid, for lack of music. The soup course being well underway at the moment, any other kind of music would have been decidedly superfluous superflu-ous in our opinion. But you've got to hand it to our popular sheriff. He was game to go through with the song (he said), but it was noticeable notice-able that he didn't get all that courage up until faced with the alternative of a 10c fine. With cooperation as the keynote of meeting we can't understand how it came about that Doc McQuarrie called on every c'.ing-blasted member of the Milford delegation for a talk. We fear the. only cooperation that could legitimately be expected after that infliction would be a ganging up on the toastmaster to prevent anything any-thing like that happening again. How do you know the prisoner was drunk ? I found him in a beer garden drawing draw-ing a map of the city for a friend. Well, what was wrong with that? He was using a pretzel for a ruler. |