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Show SOMETIMES we wonder about this-here-now recycl -ing. There's all kinds of waste matter in the world, but so far the methods of putting it back into good use have been just a little silly. Awhile back Don Dearden of Morgan spent two Saturdays Satur-days with a pick-up truck gathering up paper for his son's Boy Scout troop. He had more than a ton at least half a ton came from The News office because we had been carefully saving it for him. So he hauled it down to Og-c Og-c ;den to the recycling center. 'And they wouldn't accept it , because it wasn't folded correctly. cor-rectly. Back to the city "dump. ' '. THERE MUST BE some way we could save a little bit of everything that's left over. But how? When I enter a restaurant I watch carefully for leftovers left-overs on plates the waitresses waitres-ses are taking away from tables. I have a doggie bag and I ask the girls to empty the left-overs into the bag. This is seldom satisfactory. satisfac-tory. My Lady Fair Louise doesn't care for half-pancakes, sticky with syrup and egg yolks. She doesn't like cold fried potatoes. She is picky. SO WE HAVE bought a pig and we are going to feed it up into a hog. Cafe leftovers left-overs should do the trick. The garage is getting to smell a little gamey, but after all, we're recycling, aren't we? How about all the hot air coming out of Salt Lake City following the recent. Republican Repub-lican convention re-count? Could we bottle it and use it in auto tires when the station attendant is too busy? Or maybe pipe it into the living room this winter to cut down on furnace costs. THERE IS A surplus of . unlicensed dogs in Park City. Any way they could be rounded round-ed up and used? And who got all the surplus lumber from that old Coalville Coal-ville church? Maybe it could be recycled into fireplace wood. Our waste-basket fills up with stupid letters of the unsigned un-signed variety. Why don't we save 'em for High School English classes to try to learn how NOT to use the king's English? KIDS DRINKING BEER burp a lot. If they would burp into gas bags, imagine the gas we could save. Maybe May-be some day a daring young man might want to fly a ljalloon over Kamas. Think of the bags of gaseous air available. avail-able. Far-out, you say? But not much more than the Ogden recycling plant which sent the Boy Scouts home with a ton of paper for re-folding. Maybe it's time for MLF and me to empty those bureau drawers of all the waffles she's been saving. They're too good for the pig. Any offers? Mac. |