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Show HAPPENINGS ABOUT TOWN By C. W. D. Good Health, my friend, A toast, and say: Let's be real glad Thanksgiving day! Just a couple days more and then the feast of plenty, I hope for all of us. A little flash of cranberry sauce on a plate heaped with turkey and dressing. Watch me clear for action ac-tion with the belt a notch loose on Jhe port side, and a grin of good humor hu-mor that would make dyspeptic John D. bite a gasoline can for envy. en-vy. And don't start a conversation on the war while I'm busy with two hands and a set of good teeth. Speaking of John D., bftngs to mind George Atkins, who is now agent for the Continental Oil Co.. If you get 'seasick in the old boa; while trying to make port along some of our corrugated high ways, George can pour a'little oil Qn your troubled waters. Harry Korns can say the most pleasing things in way o praise that ever lilted into the ear of man. Harry knows the word to use and how to use it; and when he says, "I thank you," it isn't in the .old trite manner, but with such grace as makes the phrase a classic. "J Tom Martin came down the street yesterday with his old briar wreathed wreath-ed in a cloud of smoke. I said old briar because I know that pipe is strong for Tom. With a battalion of such pipes, going over the top. the Germans would have retreated clear to the Rhine, gas masks and all. He used to smoke his little pipe Indoors, at home, 'tis said; But since he wed a squeamish lass, He smokes it in the shed. Some persons enjoy walking and others have it thrust upon them. A little voluntary jaunt into the country coun-try while the air Is crisp exhilirates the blood and puts a tinge of color on the cheek. Three men from this town and we won't mention any names, waiting at Zenda on last Saturday night, for number three. Zenda is about 13 miles from Mllford. Mll-ford. The train flashed into sight on time and each of t'lem flirted a light as it sped into hailing distance. It roared by and finally fi-nally stopped a quarter of a mile away. Much to the discomfiture of these hungry and footsore beings. it resumed it,s journey south and left them muttering unseemly thing to the deaf air. Dan Smithson found the trio trudging wearily along the highway and, by the grace of sympathy, turned his car around and brought them into town. They were all in, and only one had strength stren-gth of voice sufficient to express his gratitude with a "Lord bless you." It's easy enough to be pleasant. When life has no worry or shock: But the man worth while, Is the man who can smile, And walk with a hole in his sock. "Bishop" Harry Martin, he with the stubble of a fortnight, Is wearing wear-ing a crimson velvet necktie that Charley Slown gave him. Its a pattern of gold filigree markings that would make the eye of a nabob na-bob swim with admiration. We have seen the pattern on rare brus-sels brus-sels and rich tapestry; and once, Louis the Thirteenth. In a capricious j humor, wore it to a masque ball. I But patterns are as fickle as a girl's ' fancy, yet we adimre them, and ! especially the one that prompted Charley's benevolence. John White has his vigilant on the new highway, and set It 1 down in your little loose-leaf that HAPPENINGS ABOUT TOWN (continued from page one) the thing will be done, and in a most satisfactory fashion. This road will be a source of pride to our esteemed neighbor one of these days, when the valley blossoms into hamlets ham-lets that shall breathe gratitude to the man who was instrumental in seeing it through. The man who makes a highway shine, Where there was none before; He is a builder who should 'win Our praises ever more. Bill Brewster, our old compeer, who is at Camp Fremont, got another anoth-er nudge up the other day. He -is now first sargeant and is wearing the decorations accordingly. Uncle Sam sure knows where to pin the stripes, and is not overlooking our Milford boys when he gets in the humor to bestow favor that is richly rich-ly deserved. Here's to yqtu friend Bill, and to the stripes of glory that make your glory stripes. We know of two local young ladies la-dies who have priceless possessions in the army and navy. One is a machine ma-chine gunner with the A E. F. in France, and he'll likely renig on beans for a diet when he gets his first meal in canary cottage. The other will probably shy clear of anything cooked in salt water. These girls are discreet and should be able to avoid any dishes that may revive unpleasant diets. "Shady" Boynton of the Salt Lake had quite an experience in Mexico some years ago, but the romance ro-mance didn't culminate in his marriage mar-riage with a senorita. "Sandy" didn't master the lingo of the pep--"r-eaters, but he could cuss a cho-lo cho-lo in a hot tamale fashion that would make the peon curl up and blow away. George Trent lost his. little pal a few days ago. Jumbo was a tiny noodle and knew its master and C'bfyed him. His svstem of wigwagging wig-wagging was always understood by the man who alone could understand. At home, in the office or on the street, the little canine was a constant con-stant companion. Geo. found him as necessary as his watch, and never failed to nod an acknowledgement or speak a kind word of appreciation. apprecia-tion. Jumbo belied his name but not his courage, for he had no fear of either man or his own kind. His sharp bark was the herald of battle, and there was not the hollow ring of bluff in it His antipathies were marked. One man he loved; another he was reluctant to approach. He licked the hand of his master and would have trailed with him thro fire, faithful unto death. The other evening just as twilight twi-light shrouded the valley, Jumbo crossed the highroad and was run down and killed by a passing automobile. auto-mobile. The driver sped on probably prob-ably without further thought of the little dumb thing that lay stark behind be-hind him. But one man who had become attached, even endeared to him, felt the plunge of that machine and the momentary suffering it had caused. Those eyes that beamed with canine fidelity and spoke a silent language of effection would look upon him no more. That crisp little bark that meant yes or no would never again answer the voice of his master. But there is a memory mem-ory in this demise of a dumb poodle which shall be dear, the memory of his little pal's devotion and fidelity. And is there man more faithful? We had a heart to heart talk with petite Umo Jane Sloan last evening. She was at the Kit-Kat imbibing an ice cream soda. Mr. Dahle confided to me that her first name was formed by the abbrevations of the states In which her parents were born. Her mother was a native, hence the U. Tier father was born in Missouri, j therefore the Mo 1 asked the little lit-tle miss if she liked the name of Jane, and in true southern dialect. he replied, "I like you mo'" 1Tr John Reynolds of Salt Lake r; 1 ;-s been in the city. If ever we '".pet a more interesting man thar-"Sir. thar-"Sir. Jack, we'll write his name in our diary. He was horn in York state, at Albany, and first learned to swim in the Hudson river. Since his residence in the west. Mr. Reynolds has made at least 60 round trips to New York and is personally acquainted acquain-ted with many of the financil not fables in the metropolis. He hn specialized in mining and is as f:i-miliar f:i-miliar with the language of rocks and ridges as Yenizelos is of greek Jack sees great things in store for i Benver county, and I allude to min I ing development. The country adjacent ad-jacent to Milford will some day. be states, prove its value in discoveries that may become more renew than the famous Horn Silver, and we'll gamble some greenbacks of high issue that his forecasts are correct. Here's to a good booster, meaning, of course, Mr. Jack. Delbert. Duffin strolled down the Main street last Sunday morning with Maud Horton, and we called to mind the green country lane and two hearts that beat as one. Del's In the army and just, left Camp Lewis, having been transferred to service at Oakland, California. He looks the soldier through and through, Is a corporal, and states that his conduct con-duct since camp life began has been uniform. He breeds in idle garments, The depredating moth; But the kahaki's been so busy, He avoids that kind of cloth. Mrs. H. T Hanks was happy last Sunday evening. Baby has its first tooth, and that's an event in any family. The. first tooth is like the first bloom to a gardner, the first dollar to a wage earner, the first snowfall to a native of the tropics, the first green blade of grass to a nature-lover. It's an event. The little cherub that fretted with speech less pain through many a sleepless night, now gurgles with delight over ov-er an achievement that is distinctly a baby's. Daddy's finger must henceforth provide the medium of happiness for this solitary tooth. Oh. baby, we know that It hurts That first little tooth; We sympathize deeply, we do. And love you forsooth. Wonder what's become of E'i Dryden of Malone? Ed was in n fe-wceks fe-wceks ago and told us tnt he intended inten-ded to move into Milfnr'1 't tKe v'-j v'-j ter. Now. there is a new schoo I mnrm down at the white school I hese in the lane just a few miles j from Ed's abode, and be has a horse what can negotiate the distance in jhaif an hour. Moonlight nights and , a bachelor's fancy usually culminate culmin-ate in something more than a Mendelsohn Men-delsohn spring song, and love usually' usual-ly' teaches under the stnrs. Copt- on. Ed., with your customary -r-j aciiy. for we're itchin' to buy a gift before Christmas compels us. ; Mrs. Harold Doolittle. who hap- ily abides in the Beaver Bottoms. I took down with the flu a few days after Harold was stricken. Harold's Har-old's up and peeped from a half opened op-ened door to tell us that there's no: thing to that little germ and its festive relations that tried to find 1 permanent residence there. Mrs Doolittle is better, and both of them will soon be out of doors enjoying the rare sunshine of these crisp winter mornings. ! Where is the little flu? ' Asked he in solemn tone. I turned my head, And gladly said, . "The little flu has flown." j Bill Brewster says that the dope I he gets in the Beaver County News .is sure relished by a soldier famished famish-ed for news from home. It's the only on-ly Utah paper the boys get, and they go after it like a brood of hungry kittens for a bowl of milk. The ' letter from George Atkin, especially, pleased the boys because it had the true ring of the service. The Misses Keener and Nutter were out soliciting for war savings sav-ings work, a campaign which Is deserving of unstinted support. They approached us with a smile, but having walked for 13 miles that very evening, and being in a sullen mood also because of a bewhiskered phiz, we deferred payment until the following day. Neither has mentioned mention-ed the matter since, but we wish to state sincerely that our purse is as i 'willing as our heart, and another smile can lure a tardy dollar. We'll spend a hundred dollars For any kind of smoke; But when we're asked for cherity, They always find us broke. When you give, smile and then give again. |