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Show It's a great relief to know that those Salt Lake kiddies who had to walk to school for three-quarters of a mile have finally got some protection pro-tection and can make the trip in comparative safety. (Now before you blow your top I KNOW there was real traffic danger for the tots and they NEEDED protection protect-ion from wild drivers.) What I'm picturing inside my pointed head is the 5 year-old tow-headed child plunging through six-foot snow drifts, for two miles, on his way to the one-room school in Nebraska. Accompanied by one small dog, he was forced to fight his way through packs of coyotes and wolves, which were after his lunch box which contained a bologna sandwich and a hard-boiled egg. Sometimes he took refuge in a small cave, which contained con-tained bats which tried to get into his hair. There were probably bears and lions and tigers in the dark recesses nobody knows. - If he failed to make it by 9 a.m. the call went out and they searched for his body in the deeper drifts. Somehow they always found him. Once it was next spring but he was in good health. Tough kid. Those were the days when the school board put in a one-burner kerosene stove, ' so the kids could have a hot lunch when it was 30 below. This little project did not last long because the hot lunch was invariably invari-ably beans and this became embarrassing. Of course this is a lot of nonsense. It's true I went two miles to school, but usually in a buggy or accompanied ac-companied by older brothers and sisters. The idea of how it might have been comes from pioneer stories, and some Nebraska kids really did freeze to death. But not me. I'm too tough.--Mac. |