Herald and news. (Klamath Falls, Or.) 1942-current, January 13, 1963, Page 29, Image 29

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Don't tell me your problems. I'm pretty
busy with a batch of my own.
In the first place, it has been 20 degrees below zero
here for so long that all of us who escaped pneumonia
have fallen prey to creeping paralysis. It has snowed
every day since last July 4. Nobody shovels any more.
They can't reach that high. Nobody even leaves the house.
They can't walk that high, either.
After six weeks of this, my parents decided to leave
for Florida. They threw dull care away, and most of it
fell on me. They left home this morning, but the plane
on which their reservations were carefully confirmed
doesn't seem to fly any more. I presume the fuselage is
frozen. They are booked from Chicago to nowhere.
Anyway, I wish I were there. They left a houseful
of dirty dishes, unmade beds, and false weather reports.
The lady who kindly offered to come and clean up all this
mess failed to make it from her house to ours. She re
ports her transmission is stuck. That is exactly how I
feel. Stuck.
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There is also the small matter of the furnace, which
has (iiit working because there is a lack of fuel to make
it operate. The man who drives the fuel truck says he
can't get here from there because his truck has a shat
tered knucklenut or something. It is going to be fairly
difficult to keep from feeling shattered myself tonight
with another forecast of 20 below.
That may indicate nothing, of course. The weather
bureau is staffed with whimsical fellows who predicted
our last 10 inches of blizzard as "occasional snow flur
ries." My only consolation is that they are closely related
to the Florida weather-bureau folk who predict "scattered
showers" for a week of floods.
The cat was supposed to be sent to the kennels, but
the road to the kennels is filled with blowing and drifting
snow. At last count, I had two nickels in my pocketbook,
and I have just poured, from a shaking hand, half a cup
of coffee down a dress I am wearing for the first time
since the cleaner returned it. I mopped most of the coffee
off my bosom, but it has left a large area which looks
something like :in archery target.
Possibly that's just as well. I may shoot myself.
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Family Hpkly. January 13. 1
THE CIGARETTE WITH THE NEW MICRONITE FILTER
Refines away harsh flavor... refines away
rouyh taste... for the mildest taste of all!
THE FINER THE FILTER. THE MILDER THE TASTE
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