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Show thing around here? Incidentally, do you play chess on a checker board'' There are a few depressing times in my background that Gov. Rampton better ask me about before we make up our minds about this admin asst thing. How about you? Any skeletons skel-etons in your closet? We sold ours to a chiropractic college. SEEMS PRETTY chintzey, to me, to downgrade a man like Tom Eagleton just because he used to have fits of depression. Even if he had these fits so bad he had to take electric shock treatments who hasn't? (We used to call 'em the blues, remember? Gosh, when I was a junior in high school I had the blues soooo bad if they'da had shock treatments then I'da taken a few. All because that blonde three seats over wouldn't gimme the time of day.) Right now, if I just let these things get me down, I could suffer a horrible fit of depression. depres-sion. So very, very many things are wrong. For instance: THE NEW Miss Universe is 5 feet 10. Supposing I bump into her at a high-society affair some time and she asks me to dance. I'm only 5 feet 9. The very thought is depressing. People keep on writing letters about the law situation in Park City, and the temple hassle in Coalville, and we hope we've had enough on those subjects. Surely something less depressing depress-ing will bring out some letters. My Lady Fair Louise has started keeping carrots in the bureau drawer, against some time when we have a carrot famine or maybe we will learn to like them. This gives me the deep dark blues. EVERY DAY that passes without a letter from Gov. Calvin Cal-vin Rampton asking me to be his administrative assistant deepens deep-ens that mood indigo. According to The Tribune, the new Miss Black Utah is also 5 feet 10, which may drive me to elevator shoes or cowboy boots for dancing. But darn it all, she's four inches bigger around the hips than she is up there. No wonder I'm depressed. de-pressed. When a stranger comes into the office these days and asks for the Boss, sometimes he doesn't mean ME. This could lead to Mayo Bros. hospitalization, hospitaliza-tion, you know. TWO LADIES asked me the other day to teach them to play chess. Darn it all, do I have to know everything and do every- |