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Show THE BENCH FARMER FAIR TIME IS SHOW TIME My daughter Ann isn't the only one here that has started to train her artificial heifer for the Fair. My son, Perry, age 9. is not to be out done by a mere girl. He has started to grain his heifer, Princess, and hopes to have her so he can lead her and handle her hisself when he goes in the show ring in September Sep-tember at the Fair. We had a really beautiful ar tificial heifer born yesterday. When we found it hiding in the greasewoods, it looked like a fawn and ran like one. Ann says she wants it for her own, and, of course, I will have to give it to her. I wonder if they will let her show one that young at the Fair? Let's see, it will be nigh onto three months old b.y Fair time and 'last year's Fair book has one class up to one year old. Yep, it should fit ii that class. I couldn't help but notice a farm the other day while riding rid-ing over to Myton. The change that has come over that farm in the last few years is something' some-thing' to marvel at. From grease-woods grease-woods and alkali, it has become a beautiful, productive farm with a new home. The farmer who has brought about the wonderful won-derful change is Senor Morten-son. Morten-son. In talking to' Senor I find he is a happy farmer in his own element. He loves the soil and understands it I take my hat off to Senor Mortenson for his accomplishments. Which reminds me, back in the '30s when people were leaving leav-ing their farms and all hope was gone, I understand the people peo-ple who stayed lived on prairie dogs through the drouth year-:. I hope we don't have a drouth now, my prairie doss are all gone this spring vanished, i haven't seen one stand up in his hole and bark at me. We farmers will sure go hungry if a drouth and depression comes now. They tell me Miss Utah wiM be at the UBI C this year. That is one thing I don't want to miiss that and Floyd Ross' talent tal-ent show. He sure has got an eye for talent. I was talking to Floyd the other day, when all of a sudden I noticed Floyd wasn't listening. He was watching a young girl go by. She was sure a beaut, as ' pretty as a two-year-old heifer. Well, Floyd's eyes followed her the full 180 degrees as she passed by. I coughed and stammered stam-mered to bring him back. He turned and said as explanation. "I was wondering who she was;. I would like to hire her in my ice cream shop." I don't blame him. I would have liked to of hired her if I would of had a blacksmith shop. You remember back a few years ago when there wasn't a veterinary in this Basin, back about the time Tal Wardle was trying to teach his young farmers farm-ers a little first aid for livestock. Word got around to me that cattle should be doctored if they were sick. I had a ' nice fat Hereford steer with a little lump on his jaw. I sharpened up my knife razor sharp, tied the steer and proceeded to lance the lump. I whacked it open and the blood started to run. I had Joseph run get a needle and thread to sew it up while I held it so it wouldn't bleed so fast. When he returned with the needle and thread, my wifo and all the kids right behind, I said, "We won't need it, I 'believe 'be-lieve it's stopped." And iust then he toppled over. I sure had a job trying to get everyone to quit calling me Doc. My daughter, Ann, was sure happy when I gave her that little artificial calf. She was as happy as my wife was years ago on our first wedding anniversary. anni-versary. I remember I 'had the present all bundled up for her, and the anticipation in her eye" was wonderful to see as she opened the parcel. I couldn't hardly wait, I wanted to help her unwrap it. It was one of the rare moments of a lifetime when she pulled out the milk bucket and scrubbing board. I noticed a picture of Ken Zirkcr in the paper the other day moving again. I wish he had moved back to the Basin. I know he could show Ann and Perry just how to prepare a calf for the Fair.. Oh, I just about forgot to tell you. The man you get in contact con-tact with about entering your dairy livestock in the Fair is either Charles Edwards or El mer Yergensen. Their address is Myton. If you see either one of them before I do, tell them it would make it lots better and more fun if we can put a story up above our cow, or if its a calf, tack one up telling all about its mother. I sure want to see that story about Old Boss tacked up for everyone to see, when Ann enters her calf at Fair time. The Bench Farmer |