Sunday, May 10, 1953—Jan and Allan go to Yellowstone Park with Ross. Monday, August 10, 1953—Eloise with the 4-H Club goes up Cottonwood Canyon, Salt Lake City. Monday, August 10, 1953—RaShirl and Larry deer hunting, Yuba City, California. Monday, August 10, 1953—Kaye, Shirley and me at the movies in Morgan, Utah. HUMOROUS SONG I Ain't A Goin To Grieve My Lord No More Oh a Nigger went down in the cellar to pray He took his lunch and stayed all day. Repeat above two lines Chorus I ain't a goin to grieve my Lord no more. Get down on your knees and say your prayers You can't go to Heaven in a rocking chair. Repeat and, Chorus Oh, one dark night 'bout ten o'clock This here old world will reel and rock. Repeat two lines Chorus You can't go to Heaven on roller skates You'll roll right past dem pearly gates. Repeat two lines Chorus O de Devil am sad and I am glad Because he lost a soul he thought he had. Repeat two lines Chorus —16— THE RAT RANCH A glorious opportunity to get rich. The Company is now being organized to start a Cat Ranch in We are starting a Cat Ranch in with 10,000 cats. Each cat will average 12 kittens a year. The skins will sell for 30c each. One hundred men can skin 5,000 cats a day. We figure a net profit of $10,000. Now what shall we feed the cats? We will start a rat ranch next door to the cats with 1,000,000 rats. The rats will breed 12 times faster than the cats, so we will have four rats each day to feed each cat. Now what shall we feed the rats? We will feed the rats the carcasses of the cats. After they have been skinned, Now get this. We feed the rats to the cats and cats to the rats and get the rat skins for nothing. Shares are selling for 5c each, but the price will go up soon. Invest while opportunity knocks at your door. "HUGHIE"—ANNIE S. DICKSON My father was a Union Pacific watchman at the tunnels east of Morgan, close by Devil's Slide when I was teaching school at West Porterville, a small town southeast of Morgan, 1892. I had attended the fall term at the BYU before beginning my winter's teaching. In those days in Morgan County, schools only ran from five to seven months. There were a dozen different schools then, each town having its own school with three trustees or school board members. My school at Porterville was a small one- roomed building with kerosene lights and a wood stove in the center of the room to heat the building. There were all grades from beginners up, with some students as old and older than I was. It was the custom in those early days once a year at least, to have a school sleigh-ride and with my home at the railroad tunnels the school trustees decided it would be fine to take us there for our ride and get my father to take us through the tunnels. In those early days we usually had heavy snow fall, so we waited for a nice warm day for our ride and at last it came. —17-