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Show A Ruminatin' $ Roundabout 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 while said Rumin&t-or Rumin&t-or can enjov seeing the sparks fly. Anyone who may have lost some of his faith in Beaver county's mining min-ing resources should talk to L. N Morrison, 82, "grand old man of mining," for a few minutes. President Presi-dent of the Tintic Lead company and subsidiary companies operating operat-ing in the San Francisco mining district, Mr. Morrison, in a talk with Ruminator Wednesday afternoon, after-noon, stated that he had never in all his life felt more optimistic of western Beaver county's mining possibilities than he does right now. "A section like western Beaver Bea-ver county, which has already given up seventy-five millions of dollars in treasure with less underground workings, foot-for-foot, than any other mining min-ing district in the state, is not 'through' by any means," he says, and is going to prove it yet before he will be content to give up his activities. And active this man is, if there ever was one. Refusing any and all assistance except a bit of help from his cane, this grand old man had that very day traveled over country that would not have been inviting to men a third his years and that was just one day of many he puts in every month. Incidentally, Mr. Morrison has a very warm feeling- for the people peo-ple of Milford and is firm in his determination that Milford shall reap all the good possible from any and all good fortune that may come to him and his associates. He feels especially kindly toward Dr. R. R. Shannon, whom he fully credits for pulling him through a bad siege of pneumonia a couple of years ago. 1 Ten years of service as civic head of the town of Milford and two years as a member of the Beaver Bea-ver county board of commissioners commis-sioners do not half measure the value to the people of Milford and western Beaver county of 0. F Hubbell, who is leaving us now with the intention of opening up a prescription office in Caliente where he is almost as well known as he is in Milford and from whence came" considerable prescription prescrip-tion work while he was in the drug business in Milford. A veteran of the Spanish American Ameri-can war and a former drug salesman sales-man who was intimately acquainted acquaint-ed with almost every nook and hamlet in Utah and Idaho, Mr. Hubbell came to Milford some 17 years ago to make his home. The capital he invested at that time and all the money he made since thut time has been spent right here in Milford where the community as a whole might benefit. And benefit they have, both from the standpoint of mone-ary mone-ary value and of generous and loyal service. o Though he leaves us virtually virtu-ally empty-handed, as worldly goods or money go, "Doc" Hubbell is fur from being poor in the more worthwhile wealth of love and respect of the friends he has made in his chosen home town. Who wish him well! A widow, dying and arriving at the pearly gates, asked to see her husband, who had preceded her in death. "What's his name?" asked Saint Peter. "Joe Brown", was the reply. "We must have better identification identifi-cation than that. What were his last words? We classify new ar-j rivals by their last words on ! earth". "Well just before he died Joe told me he would turn over in his grave if I ever went out with another an-other man." "Sure, 1 know him, come on in. Up here we call him Whirling Joe." "Did you get the number of that number of the car that knocked you down, madame?" asked a bystander, by-stander, rushing up to the unfortunate unfor-tunate woman. "Xo," she gasped, "but the hussy that was driving it wore a three-piece three-piece tweed suit lined with canton crepe and she had on a periwinkle hat trimmed with artificial cherries." |