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Show THE TOWN DOCTOR i (The Doctor of Towns) WHKUE IS YOltt TOWN GOING J j Two speaking engagements in one day were 150 miles apart by way of paved roads, so It was decided to take an unmarked shortcut.. As we drove, we kept inquiring, "Is this the way to Blankville?" Those to whom the question was put In each case replied, "Where you going?" go-ing?" I decided to ask the next fellow fel-low wliero lie was going. Wo overtook a man in an cpen buggy I say "buggy" it was once, no doubt, but could hardly be called that "as was". One wheel dished In, another dished out, a front wheel dished both ways. There was no dash board, the buggy seat had been replaced by a soap box, and if there ever had been paint applied to any part of It, all traces had been obliterated. obliter-ated. Seated, or had I better say, perchod on Iho box that served for a nnat all hunchett over, was a be- To say I was nonplused would not describe it I was flabbergasted and stumped. Here is the season ofthe year a man whose occupation could be none other than one demanding all of his time, was "just ridin' in to ride out." "Why?" I asked, and he replied, "Wa'al, there ain't no chores about the place, so might as well kill time one way as t'other." There are many towns Just like that "just ridin' in to ride out," saying there isn't anything to do. If the vehicle your town uses to get somewhere is a wornout, old-fashioned, old-fashioned, ram-shackle dilapidated, patched-up affair, with a spavined, buck-kneed, stringhaltered means of locomotion, the thiDg to do is wake UP to modern ways of doing things. Give your ideas and ways of doing things a shave, shampoo and hair cut Throw away your home spun jeans and get yourself into a pair of 1929 pants. By so doing, others will do likewise and then, and only then will you get some whiskered individual, adorned with ralmiient much patched and seldom. ' '" if ever, washed. As we signaled for half the one-lane road, he clucked and pushed on the lines that hung over the rump of the most ungainly, spavined specimen of horse flesh I '' ft ever had the displeasure of behold- ,fi lng. Slowing to the pace of his steed, I made salutation with, "Where you $ going, brother?". He turned slowly i toward us, evacuated sufficient volume ;f of deep brown liquid to make speech possiblo, and replied, "OH, I'm just M V ridin' in to ride out." place. j Where is American Fork going? It c must be going some place ahead or backward. If it is "just ridin' in to ride out", It's standing still, which is l going back, and soon stagnation will set in, which is even worse than com-plete com-plete annihilation. Copyright, 1929, A. D. Stone. Re- ' production prohibited in whole or in part. This Town Doctor Article is published pub-lished by this paper in cooperation with the local LSons Club. |
