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Show 4 Ruminatin rf Roundabout L In which Ruminator proposes to cream 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 and then before said Ruminator gets too old and his sight gets too poor to see the sparks fly. Congratulations, a bit belatedly, to Captain C. 0. Frake, former reserve re-serve "lieuie" (our own formula for getting a flock of vowels in original formation). He was recently re-cently elevated to the rank of captain and given command of the Moapa (Nevada) CCC camp after a period of several months' service with company 1964, now located west of Milford but originally origi-nally created last summer for service ser-vice in the Beaver mountains. Captain Cap-tain Frake pioneered the establishment establish-ment of the Desert Range camp and did a fine job of it, adding the respect and goodwill of those whom he contacted in this work and his other work as supply officer of-ficer to that of all the enrollees in the company. A splendid citizen, a fine soldier and a MAN whom boys and other men like to call their friend, the loss to Company 1964 is the sure gain of the Moapa fellows. And the citizens of that section sec-tion whom Captain Frake may contact. It may be a long time between games and maybe never again but the writer and the missus are not soon going to forget several pleasant sessions of contract and pinochle with the Frakes, whose . company socially is just as enjoy- able as have been the service and citizen contacts of the captain and his delightsome betterhalf. Not to overlook Charles Oliver Frake, four year old son, who is quite some chap himself. 35T 35T JET Our community has one most glaring need and that is a town hall or what-have-you in which gatherings of 20 to 40 people might meet and be seated comfortably. com-fortably. This was never made more noticeable than Saturday night when the town office was desig-. desig-. nated as the place for holding an important massmeeting. That room could have been filled and would have been if there had been any prospects of more than a dozen or so of seats. As it was, about half of those present were compelled to stand or perch themselves them-selves on tables, ventilators and what not. 38r 3Sr 3B" And our good friend, Attorney At-torney Harold Cline, never did us a bigger favor than when he made the motion to adjourn! ad-journ! 1 When ye editor had the privilege privi-lege of making a tour of the Desert Range Experimental station sta-tion site in Pine valley a year ago under the able direction of Selar ' Hutchings and H. E. Blake, we hardly expected a rival news medium to spring from the desert, as it were, in very fact. But such we have in The Mirage, a very fine 8-page mimeographed paper, with sport and editorial section, ads and all, put out by Company 1964 of the CCC and under the capable direction of a staff of C C C enrollees, en-rollees, headed by Fred Hales as editor. Our best wishes to the staff and its very creditable creation. crea-tion. And who said the desert should not blossom with a tabloid! It cost the five Milford Lions 50c apiece for going "stag" to the Parowan club's charter night activities acti-vities Friday night of last week. But at least three of the five chorused "It's worth it," when the fine was assessed. Now who do you suppose those three were? But it was a fine time they all had even if our honorable mayor did feel a bit embarrassed for a moment when Al Cline, former Milford citizen and member-at-"V ' large of the Milford club, lost his pants in the course of a cleverly planned stunt pulled by the Cedar club. But it shows just what a terrible bunch poor Al is now hooked up with. He would better have stayed with the modest and mannerly Milford bunch. But you've got 'lo take your hat off to that Cedar harbor who, acting as tailtwister for the evening, put plenty of pop and punch into Parowan's party! And what those Milford Lions (Continued on last page) Ruminatin (Continued from first page.) missed those who didn't go in not getting to ride in one of Bill Nichols' new Fords! It wouldn't have needed to be half so good a party to have been absolutely perfect per-fect with such a ride going and coming. Distance means nothing to these new V-8 creations unless it might be that you wish the distance dis-tance was farther, for it's perfect pleasure that much more than makes up for Henry's earlier protect. pro-tect. ' At that, though, you've got to take your hat off to Ford for lead- Q ir.g the way to mass use of the automobile. We don't know that we could stand more than a few miles in one of the old three-door tourincr flivvers of Ford vintage, but what our son ana heir is going to miss in agile exercise, stained in cranking old Liz and then vault- inr the side where there wasn't any door, in order to get in and feed the old baby more gas (with the hand throttle) and a bit more spark (ditto) to keep the blamed thing going. And do any of yon remember remem-ber the little wire gadget which you pulled at just the right moment to choke the carburetor (maybe) while doing the crank act? |