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Show TOMFOOLERY... If Doc Winters was kidding the other day when he pC chided us for failing to put his name in the paper, it's too l late now. He's about to get the works. -j Doc was one of the first citizens we met on arrival in c0mp Mt. Pleasant. It happened this way. We were sitting at the typewriter agonizing over our initial editorial when the or Doc strode through the front door and slapped a verbal sued right tolhe jaw before we so much as had our dukes up. c0jnn "Which one are you?" he demanded. We have since sj0n learned how to take Doc's abrupt manner. He doesn't, to ?y put it mildly, put much store by formality. And at that eme first meeting he had us feeling as silly as a quizee who has Thl muffed the $64 question. vest;j " the "Which one are you?" He had us there and for sev- charf eral frustrating minutes we couldn't think for the life of us j' just which one we were. " i?48. Turned out Doc wasn't trying to be rude. Seems he do and our grandmother, a Winters before she married, are cousins. Doc merely wanted to assure himself that our ;or t blood had the right count before he carried the acquaint- scope anceship any further. piWad Apparently, we passed muster. When Doc learned ::ts r that we were desperate for an apartment he kindly offered mr the one in back of his office until we could find something more permanent. . After observing, for a week or so, the pace he keeps, we were astounded to learn that he'll be 80 his next birth- mr day. A day's schedule, just to give you an idea, goes some- pj thing like this: up at five in the morning for a business trip vei to Salt Lake, followed by a side trip to Price on business and end a late return to Mt. Pleasant around midnight. Doc would probably laugh heartily in the face of anyone who suggest- m ed that he's in the sunset of life and ought to act accord- jen ingly. The man has young ideas. He is, after all, a bridegroom of less than a year. ev His sustaining vigor reminds us of a story that was a t favorite in Washington when the late Justices Holmes and Brandeis were on the Supreme Court. The two jurists, both approaching 90, were strolling in the park when the wind whipped at the skirts of a young - lady who was walking nearby. Both men stared and then ( Holmes turned to his friend and said, "Ah, to be 80 again,' Aye Erandeis?" But to get back to Doc. Recently he's had people believing be-lieving that he's retired from the practice of medicine. Now it appears that this retirement talk is just one of his little jokes. This week he and his bride are leaving for a sojourn in California. "Finally going to take a rest?" we inquired. "Heavens, no," he replied stoutly, "I'm going down to the University of Southern California to take some postgraduate post-graduate work. Got to brush up on what's new in the field." We'll miss Dec while he's gone. He's the reason our books have been five cents short each Friday. It was his wont on Friday mornings to appear at the office, take a copy of the newest Pyramid from the counter, shout, "Is this the latest?" and leave. We never did have the courage to tell him that we sell papers for a nickel apiece and subscrip- tions for S2.50 a year. ' : j" |