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About The Oregon statesman. (Salem, Or.) 1916-1980 | View Entire Issue (July 21, 1957)
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Wait' C Drvptvf, Attoc Ptjbt.tMr lfafrr.f) HitO"l DrclOf ft 0 low' AdvriW9 Oifctw M-:, 0, P'vh food fdito W.il. A FttK. Art Dfrvctw lobt Mtq.bbon. M9itf fdilr Kv V. tomi Jack y Hoo' $)' J'y Kt. New Verl Lesson Cf V in OrieirtaP Logic I a always been fascinated by the picturesque sym bols my Chinese laundry man drew on my tickets. Then one day I was startled to discover they were always the same I was a little frightened. Was I marked for death by some hideous tonj' One day I mustered my courage and asked him what the symbols meant He smiled shyly "Is code. Ticket always same each different customer Each laundry too much same Each customer different Ticket tell about customer, not about laundry. You understand'" I wasn't sure I did. "What does mine say" "You get mad' "Of course not," 1 blurted, getting a little mad "Okay Your ticket say. "Old man High. Very thin Dark glasses. Big ear. nose, foot No hair. Crooked teeth. Maybe pay next time.' That is all, kind sir " I don't remember what I said, but I took my laundry and beat a hasty retreat-Frank Sptcker, Clarlcston, Woi MIH-ITIN PtOJICT. Our church organi zation, faced with the problem of raising funds to meet our charity pledge, discarded several projects before we hit upon an idea that has paid rich dividends. We engaged a young pilot-photographer to take aerial views of our little com munity and had enlargements made oL the photo that would be of greatest interest to residents. Then we went house-to-house telling the picture Results were beyond our wildcat hopes and the money is still coming in! Mrs. Violet N. Doackad, Kimball, W Va TNI STIANII AN TMI WAIT. lit. My sister's first job was in s strange town as a waitress. A man walked in, noticed the was new, then ruffled up his hat and coat and sat down. He told my sister he was hungry but had no money She told him to order and she would pay for it He did donuts and coffee then gave her a dollar tip. When he left, everyone laughed The man was the mayor of the town He said he Just wanted to And out what kind of heart she had Mrs. rem Jtuon, Trenton, N. J. We Pay 111 far Ta. W veirome your rmi on say (abject of oenerai Interest. 1 wt print your Inter, yon will remve $10 Letters mast be (ioned, bat Man anil be loitMieU on request. We reserve tke riokt to edit con trtbatioas Letters reniiot be returned. Address Letters Editor, femily Weekly. 171 North Mirniom Avenue, Ckiceos 1, fU. f IT J7 .'a .-., , 1 i. as a at m'A '--. ... , aaaaaal J .VaiawaWrW Haaaaaaaaskat . . . rvCTYSooY came to the Rotary picnic. All the young members and the old members. The new minister in the self-conscious sport shirt The old lady wearing sandals The children in feather headdresses. They were all there. The great elms were, too, and the river and the twilight The men stood under the cook tent and ladled up fried chicken camouflaged in batter and rich with promise They doled out the fat green pickles and the ears of corn. And the baked beans glued in the hot thickening of themselves. The children played baseball and ran foot races. The little ones stood apart, their round stomachs stretching their T shirts taut, their round eyes eager and timid There were young mothers and there were grandmothers. There were businessmen in aprons, pouring coffee. There was the child who fell down and pierced the sunset with his wails, and the bud of womanhood aware of herself and her fresh blue dress and her soft mouth. The minister said grace and the college professor led a round of new words to old music and a boy played an accordion as fast as his fingers would let him. And the great elms stood a little apart and listened. It was sunset first and then twilight and after that the dark And the fireflies came to replace the gnats and the hesitant moonlight speckled the river On the loudspeaker somebody called a lost child and the president read the names of the committee and asked the picnickers to clap for every one. Then the baskets were packed with the reproach of dirty dishes and the sweaters were gathered up and sticky fingers washed under the faucet and the last car drove away. But the elms remained and the long grass roused Itself and, down by the river, the frogs sang. Everybody who had come to the Rotary picnic was gone. Except the trees and the river and the grass. They waited for the next visitor. The peace of night AdoVaw iwnKllaa bl drtwxl lastum lo fsn.hr WartKr. IJ M. Mic Am . Ckkaa I. Ill id sll advart.uiia. commwiicstioot la Fsmil Warily. IU N. MkImi Am.. (.UK I. III. laMwn ,efiaM rrv ar rami warn wai , ' . 'rr n. michm ma.. UHcaya I. IH. All nl
