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Show Kim , m Ruminatin $ Roundabout i In which Ii'iminator proposes to dream a lot, think as little as necessary, scatter a few bouquets bou-quets while their objectives are still above the sod to enjoy them, anil fire a hot-shot now and then while said Ruminat-or Ruminat-or can enjoy seeing the sparks fly. Kat it up wear it out; Make it do, or do without! All the outdoor scenes for "The Desperadoes," coming to the Firmage Fir-mage theatre next week, were staged and filmed a year ago in the vicinity of Kanab, locale also for the $2,000,000 technicolor production pro-duction of "Buffalo Bill," shooting shoot-ing of which has just been completed, com-pleted, with Joel McCrea, Maureen O'lfara and Linda Darnell in leading lead-ing roles. Incidentally, completion of "The Desperadoes" was celebrated1 by the Columbia people and players giving a free rodeo and big .barbecue for Kanab folks. This was before meat rationing came into effect and the barbecue was, everything that could be desired, as The News family well remembers, re-members, it having been our good luck to be in Kanab at the time the affair was staged. The following verses, author unknown, un-known, have been . handed The News by one of our readers with the. request that we publish them: MAMA'S BOY! (Dedicated to the Draft Dodger) You say he can't stand the army The life is tough; how sad! Do you think that he's any better Than some other mlother's lad? You brought him up like a baby, He smokes not, nor drinks, you brag; If all the others were like him What the hell would become of our flag? Y'ou say, "Let the rough necks do the f ightin' "They're used to the beans and the stew." Well, I'm glad I'm classed with the rough necks Who fight for the Red, White and Blue! You si;y his girl couldn't bear to send Her sweetheart out with the rest; Do you think that she'd be proud of him If she felt a Jap's breath on her breast ? You can thank God the stars of Old Glory Are not blurred wth any such stains, 'Cause there are over ten million rough necks That carry red blood in their veins. They go out and drill in bad weather wea-ther And return with a grin on their face, While your darling sits down in the parlor And lets a mian fight in his place. You are right: we might smoke and gamble, But we fight as our forefatht ers did; So, go warm the milk for his bottle-Thank God, we don't need your damned kid! |