1939 Dale Johnston in Galena Days article
' head. The.average wage received by Utah workers is less than $800 yearly. This does not include W P A workers, etc., who re- While it is destroying itself it is likely to bring down with it the temples of what passes for civilization. Mankind has reached the end Senator From Sandpit-*^ Ham He that hath a beard is more than a youth, and he that hath no beard is less than a man.—Shakespeare. man.—Shakespeare. "Something told me I shouldn't have shaved this week," muttered Nelson Aldrich, as a horde of bearded vigilantes approached our car when we arrived in Bingham Bingham Wednesday night to select-a queen for the "Galena Days" celebration. celebration. A tougher, harder-faced lot of hombres would be hard to imagine off a Hollywood set, and, ,as they drew near, Nelson suggested suggested that I speak to them because because I had what might be mistaken mistaken for a mustache. Brent Jennings, who was substituting substituting for Fielding Smith as a judge, said: "Stay in the shadows as much as you can, Ham, for a good look at your upper lip might just infuriate them." "My friends, and you are my friends," I said, stepping toward a sinister, black-haired individual individual who seemed to be the leader, "we have come—" ' "We know all about you and we're here to see that you come to no harm," he interrupted. "Walt Baltic is my monicker, and I want you to meet some of the boys. Shake hands with Harold Barton, Dr. B. D. Bennion, Wesley Wesley Barton, Sam Sturm, Willis Sperry, William (One-Round) Motis, Robert Garrison, Dale Johnston, Bill Ray, Robert Hoine, John Stunuga, Paul Webb, Joel Jensen, Russell Anderson, Harvey Harvey Wolfe, L. G. Burress, R. R. Marriott, Elliott W. Evans, John Adamek and Dr. R. G. Frazier." "Pleased to meet you," we chorused, timidly. "You tenderfeet look n mite peaked," he continued, "so I reckon reckon the first thing we should do is to get some 'vlttles" inside you." The "vittles" proved to be individual individual sides of beef,'pan fried, garnished with sliced tomatoes, and accompanied by sizzling hot shoestring potatoes and gallons of coffee. Oh, boy! When the last segment of food had disappeared from my plate, Dr, Frazier, tugging futilely at a cocklebur embedded in his dial foliage, said: "Ham, what would you like to do now?" "Take a nap," I replied, feebly. "We gotta pick a queen," said Nelson and Brent, each striking a "martyr to duty" attitude. So off we went to pick a queen. It seemed that all Bingham had turned out for the occasion. Mayor Mayor Ed Johnson greeted us cordially cordially as we entered the theater where the contest was to be held. Every seat was taken and an air of expectancy filled the place. Deputy sheriffs were seated at strategic points. I might add that when you meet a deputy sheriff in Bingham, his name usually is Householder. Walt Bolic introduced L. G. Burress, who Introduced Elliott Evans, who introduced us. We were given seats on the stage and then the contestants came out one at a time. Each had a number number and we were instructed to select three out of the score or more participating, one to be queen and two to be her aids. On our way out to Bingham we decided that, if possible, we would select a blonde, a brunette and a redhead. But it wasn't possible. They were fresh out of blondes. There was one redhead and we picked her unanimously. But we had a tough job with the brunettes. brunettes. My goodness, there were a lot of pretty ones. We finally decided on two—Miss Kay Keller and Miss Helen Morris. Miss Agnes McDonald was the redhead. redhead. In choosing one of the trio to be queen we resorted to chance. Each of us took a girl's number and then we matched coins, odd man's number to be queen. Miss Keller won. If there were any who were dissatisfied with our selections, the vigilantes took care of them. We heard nothing but enthusiastic enthusiastic approval. With a hearty invitation to be the town's guests on September 29 and 30 ringing in our ears, we started for home, glad we went, but glad the job was over.