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Show Editor's Column Around the Corner . . ASHES FOR BEAUTY ... By Bcatralcc K. Ekman When down the mountain trails October's breeze Sweeps through the trees with chill upon her breath; The slender aspen and the maple leaves Change their green hue for a more radiant dress. Their yesterdays of summer time are done And nights of biting frost their verdure sears. They drop into the ages, leaf by leaf To rest in dust through the relentless years. May not a memory of the nesting birds That mated in their cool and sheltering shade; And twittered at the dawn . . . content their rest? May not a memory of the harvest moon Remain with them that give their beauty's best, When they quiescent lie in somberness? Improvement Era Sept., 1931 VACATION SLUMP ... It has just come to me that the situation situ-ation I find myself in is, in all probability universal. I am getting get-ting back from a wonderful, restful vacation. After eight days in and around Jackson Hole I returned all primed to set the world on fire. And I think I would, too, if I wasn't so blasted snowed waiitng for Monday's "Les Go" column, I'm going to miss it Very much . . . especially now that the News is coming out on Sundays. Well, hail and farewell fare-well to an old campaigner. - Too many weeks have slipped by without a mention of thanks to our "Out East Mill Creek Way" summer correspondent, Edith Chamberlin. We were worried when we heard that "regulars" Frances Nef and Mary Osguthorpe were going to the big city for the summer. They don't come any better than than Le and Mary and a substitute, it seemed, could only be second best. But Edth came through right from the start and covered the EMC beat with all the freshness and cleverness of the other gals. We all thank her. It was a pleasure to have her with us . . . Summer 1948. It may interest you to know that these EMC girls have fans in such out-of-the-way places as Denver, Boise and New York City. Bulletin subscribers, with only the vaguest ideas as to where East Mill Creek is, feel old friends to the Walkers, Chamberlins, Strongs, Eccles, Neffs, Wihtelys, Goates, Still-mans, Still-mans, Osguthorpes, Heugleys, Cannons, etc. under with piled up pre-vaca-tion and current work. I have not even had time to put the list into the Suggestion Box 1, worked on for two days before I came back. If someone would come up to the answer to that one, this oid world would really hop come Fall each year. In reading over the week's stock pile of newpsapers last Sunday I ran across an item in Les Goates' column in The Des-eret Des-eret News which disturbed me..1 and still does. Something is going to be missing tnis Frll lor tnose who get buried in the annual football melee. For 30 years followers of Ike Armstrong Arm-strong and his intrepid Redskins Red-skins have delighted in Mr. Goates' crisp, complete and clever, clev-er, often biting, essays on the team, the progress of the campaign, cam-paign, the opposition and, to the graiilication of almost everyone, every-one, on old Kickapoo Ike himself. him-self. Mr. Goates' annual preseason presea-son i nterview with Ike was highlight of the football season sea-son down the years. Armstrong devotees would have feared tor the "Chief's" mental health if Les Goates didn't quote him as saying: "Yes we got a tine bunch of kids, but have you seen that Aggie line? If we had to play tomorrow I couldn't field a team, we've got so many boys on the injured list. AND HAVE YOU SEEN THAT SCHEDULE!!!" ... or words to that effect. -f Last week Les Goates wrote that he won't be back at the old stand, writing the week by week progress of the conference cam-i paign. For one of the hundreds who used to sweat out each Sunday following a Utah game, |
