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Show Chamber Prepares for Celebration Marshall Bill McComb took another long pull at his Miller Draft. His eyes, flaring with lighting, swept across the faces of the Chamber gang, gathered at the Cowbody Bar fer a little parlay. The gang gazed back, regarding him with expectant eyes. "Sure as badweedsgrow fast, tickets to the "West Rolls Ag'in" '11 sell out soon." Unbuttoning his vest, Marshall McComb drew forth the remaining packet of tickets from an inside pocket. Slapping them on his knee he snapped, "Make sure you 'n your pards have yers... they may jest look like paper now, but they'll be worth a cosiderable lot April 22, when the West Rolls Ag'in." Yep, pard, the summer season's round the bend, but those that know what's good fer 'em won't leave town until they've officially closed the season out with a bang. This ain't jest another party, it's a high steppin' humdingin' holdiay. Great grub, geetar, our traditional auction, and a "best legs and boots" contest that'll knock yer socks off. The auction's sterrin' west all the way, with livestock, western wear, artwork arid wear and tear fer you cowpokes that made out better than that snake in the grass that hangs out in the IRS ranch. As fer the best legs and boots contest, start checkin' out yer friends belongins'...(this is the best excuse you've had yet). Yer up fer a prize if you can guess whose legs and boots are prancin' about on stage -note those knobby knees, and bowed legged babes. Wrappin' up the conference, Marshall McComb reminded the gang, "Remember, if you don't go, yer sick at heart, hurtin' in pride, gitlin old, or you've lost yer nerve." See you next Wednesday, 6 p.m. at the Park City Cowboy Bar. Pick yer tickets up, $20 a shot at the Mt. Air Mainstay (where the Chamber gang hangs out), 649-5633. Yer days are numbered, pard. |