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Show The Bench FARMER THE RURAL TELEPHONE There was a meeting last week for all R. T. A. members. I guess nearly everyone is satisfied satis-fied with their serveice because very few showed up at this meeting. I suppose the farmers were all busy putting up there hay, that is, what was left of it after Jack Frost was through. I can remember back to those first years I spent in the Basin and the many times I had wished wish-ed for a telephone. I recall one time in particular. Have you ever skinned a sheep? About fifteen years ago I was splitting the hide up the belly on one. I got to the wrinkles in the neck, gave a hard pull, the knife slipped out and went in my leg above the knee, severing an artery. Gosh, but I lost a lot of blood before I could get to the house and my wife got a tourniquet on my leg. We didn't have a car and we didn't have a telephone so my wife started on the run for the neighbors, about a mile away. She must have liked me ot was afraid she couldn't find another husband because she fell down a couple of times and skinned her knees before she got there. The neighbors came and took me to the Dr. If there had been a telephone in the house look at the wear and tear it would have saved on my wife. A telephone is really a wonderful won-derful thing to have and I sure appreciate mine, except when Floyd Ross calls me in the wee hours of the morning to" wish me a Happy New Year, or to ask me if my telephone is working. . THE BENCH FARMER |