The Fourth of July was the outstanding celebration of the day. It was held in the city-county park in the center of Morgan. Tall grass and plenty of shade trees covered half the block on which the courthouse stood. On the north half of the block was a baseball diamond. Aband serenaded around the park. A patriotic program was then held in the stake tabernacle. Each family from around the Valley gathered at the park for a family lunch. Punch, ice cream, and candy were sold at a central stand in the park. Games were held for children. Older folks would visit about the "growings up and goings on" in the Valley. The Fourth of July was also the day to decide who had the best baseball team in the county. Two, sometimes three, games would be played. Each settlement had its own team, and the competition and rivalry were spirited. The day ended with a community dance at Simmons' Hall—in later years it was held in the Opera House. A Memorable Birthday Party Two grandchildren of President Richard Fry were invited to a birthday party for their little friend, Morgy White (William Morgan White). The party was held at the home of Morgy's grandmother, Jane Bull, and turned out to be more exciting than anticipated. Dick Fry, age five, and his beautiful little golden haired sister, Ada, age three and one-half, were having a wonderful time playing games of Ring Around the Rosy, Drop the Handkerchief, and Braid the Maypole, with the other children, when a band of Indians joined them. The children thought it was great run to have the "wild" Indians come to the party and they crowded around them. One of the Indians in the group was quite an old man with a big blanket wrapped around him. He wore buckskin trousers and walked in moccasins. Another Indian handed Sister Bull a note from the bishop which was written to remind the settlers of the well-known policy of Brigham Young to feed the Indians, not fight them. The bishop asked the people to give the Indians all the food they could spare. Morgy White's grandmother was a widow and she didn't have much to give, but she went to find something for them. The old Indian turned and somehow managed to grab up little Ada Fry, hold her tightly under his blanket, and walk away. Nobody at the party saw what had happened, and nobody noticed that little Ada was missing. Even her brother, Dick, didn't realize she was gone. But over in a vacant lot south of the Bull home where the opera house was later built, Alfred Ellingford and another man were up on the roof of an old shed tearing off shingles with abarand hammer. One of the men noticed the old Indian and said, "Look at that. I wonder what that old Indian has hidden under his blanket." He jumped down, accosted the Indian and told him to drop whatever it was he had hidden under his blanket. He thought the Indian had stolen a smoked ham from somebody's porch. Anybody who had a ham in those days was very lucky. The Indian would not drop what he was holding tightly until the man raised his crowbar as though he were going to 75