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Dillon Tribune Examiner (Dillon, Mont.), 05 Oct. 1982, located at <http://montananewspapers.org/lccn/sn85053038/1982-10-05/ed-1/seq-2/>, image provided by MONTANA NEWSPAPERS, Montana Historical Society, Helena, Montana.
Vt:c_2cy, (ttotoL^S, IC32 (:J 0 A iJ C, cr:'v- C-v X L cs Scjst. 29 SO 10/1 10/2 10/3 10/4 10/5 HfeEi 52 41 41 Cl 59 54 8 Low 29 27 30 35 39 28 28 Firemen serve us well This is Fire Prevention Week in Mon tana and it is a good time to give the Dillon Volunteer Fire Department some of the credit it so deserves. Dillon is not unlike many, many small towns which cannot afford a fulltime, paid fire department. We must rely on the efforts and professionalism of the 32 volunteers in the fire department. (For more on the de partment, see Julie Simon’s feature story on pageB-1). The reasons dted by Dillon’s firemen for volunteering their time, without pay, to a job that is often dirty and dangerous vary. Some serve for the ran of it, some for the action, some for the comraderie. But no matter why they serve, every member of the department gives unsel fishly of themselves for the good of this entire community. Most people tend to overlook the depart ment and the good it does—until they actually have a need for them, and then they can’t say enough good things about the volunteers. } But the firemen didn t volunteer because they wanted to be heroes. They volunteered because they wanted to do something, in a consistent, quiet and meaningful way, to better their community . The Dillon department is not an amateur ish outfit. They undergo many hours of formal training each year to keep them current on the latest in fire fighting. It’s that training and dedication of the volunteers that keeps many small fires from turning into major disasters. Last year the department fought 22 rural fires and 24 dty fixes. Those fires resulted in about $133,000 in property loss. Without the quality fire department Dillon has those fires would certainly have been worse and more costly. We should all do our part to limit the fire hazards where we live and work, so that a potential fire may never become an actual one. But it’s more than a little comforting to know that when they’re needed, the Dmon Volunteer Fire Department stands ready to help us all. —Bruce McCormack T h e i n s a n d o u t s o f g e t t i n g i n a n d o u t o f W M C , p o s t o f f i c e By STAN DAVISON Local folks who visit the big cities often return to tell about the confusing signal lights and traffic jams. Our own traffic is hardly a jam, and our one light isn’t hard to figure out, but we do have a couple of minor situations which might in one case endanger your car’s grill, and in the other, your own. For motorists, the location is the college’s main parking lot, where the exit sign points inward and the entrance sign faces outward. At a glance this may seem logical. But the driver needs to know where NOT to go. Headed in off the street, he or an unmarked driveway and swings in, not knowing that if he or she looked back, he or she would note that it was maiked exit. Going out, he or rfw rolls through an unmarked passage, but the sign which he or she could not see says Entrance. (Don’t you get tired of that he or she routine?) What this adds up to is that drivers using the roads as maiked are likely to meet head-on another driver who had not gone looking for the sign which would have guided her or him conecty. Over the years, each new generation of Wescolite editors (WMC once had a campus news paper where prospective teach ers could get practice for high- school journalism classes) would run a feature on this problem; their efforts met the usual fate of suggestions to Buildings and Grounds Departments. No way would thes?.; sigiw i be tinned around so they feoufd be seen by ‘ the people who needed them. In the last 10 years or so, rust and weathering have blotted out the words anyway. A good solution might be to park outside on the street, to avoid the tank traps which obstruct the lot. Modern small cars, with a part of their machinery slung low up front, can really suffer by contact with one of these barricades. The real fun starts when there is a foot of new snow concealing these structures. People sail in, crash over them at an angle, or impale their cars lengthwise. Volun teers, often similarly involved, join to help drag the vehicles away. After the snow is gone, only puddles of oil, broken drain E lugs and various suspension its remain to decorate the scene. Our other traffic hazard doesn’t involve broken glass and personal injury; the usual casualties are one’s dignity and good humor. You all know where the post office is, with its tricky front entrance. The right-hand door is maiked in, so we enter, only to meet a swarm of people coming out. Behind us is the exit door, never used—the hinges are still tight. W ’ J Ariywiay, We- fight our way to the counter, complete our business and try to go out the way we came in. Nobody goes around the little vestibule and out the exit door. One person, empty-handed and relatively spry, can get through, but watch what happens when traffic con sists ot senior citizens, a mother with a couple of toddlers, and a big dog who wants to follow them. The kids escape back onto the steps, the dog gets in, the old folks retreat into the lobby and wait for an out-bound convoy to form. Anyone trying to be helpful by holding the door open will be stuck there indefinitely while customers crowd by going in both directions. If you don’t believe all this, come down during the week for mailing Christmas cards and packages, and watch the collisions and spills. To do so, you may safely stand in the door leading out from the lobby, since no one ever goes through there. We can survive no football While this prognosis may be premature, I think the American public is going to survive the football strike just fine. And, it will no doubt chagrin the players and owners to learn that they are not an indispensable part of our lives. At the advent of the strike I thought football fans would be beside themselves with grief and fear at the prospect of not having football to entertain t.Hom on Sundays, Mondays and Thursdays. I wondered about myself too. Could I withstand the rigors of a professional football-less fall? My addiction to football would have to be described as moderate, so I figured I could tough it out. Bui what of the true football junkies? I figure! that after a couple weeks without the NFL the? would begin to get irritable and jumpy. Y t'r? ctrjMtry to quench their fV *' '7:’,h C'rrdrn football, r c i of that c~ 10 ir * - _ __ ,, L z.-: uctlo: y.r, drinking It appears that there is just no substitute for professional foot ball. Ask the big three tele vision networks, they're finding out. One network aired last year’s Super Bowl game and found its audience had shrunk to less than half. Another network showed podunk college football, and I doubt if more than 250 people endured those contests. ABC Y/D3 the only network to not try replacing football with football, and their showing of old \ \'3 hod be iter rsiingo then C 'M O M I k l ! ‘T U E tM tarD lC p u Walk in her moccasins Footprint* A Dillon lady with some contacts on the Crow Agency wanted to give a friend of hen a hand made beaded pair of moccasins. It was to be a surprise gift for a birthday or some similar occasion. But you don’t just pick up the telephone, call the shop on the reservation and order a size 5-1/2 AA moccasin. You have to have the wearers footprints in order that the leather can be tailored to the foot. This posed a problem. How to get an imprint of the friends foot, and still keep the gift as a surprise? She called the friend’s husband and presented the problem. “I’ll see what I can do,” said hubby. Now one would think that a husband could get his wife’s footprints without her k up wing it, but it proved to be a formidable challenge. First he tried to catch her coming out of the shower with a wet print on the bath mat. Wife locked the door. He tried to trace her foot while she was sleeping. But these cool fall nights found her sleeping in her bootie pj’s. He thought about laying a new concrete entry step and catching her stepping in the wet cement, but that didn’t seem practical. One morning he spilled a bag of flour on the kitchen floor, but his wife left for work without going into the kitchen. The husband finally confessed that he couldn’t do it. “Order her a pair from Penney’a,\ he said. Eureka, I’ve Found It! A couple of local duffers took out a rancher friend for his first round of golf. The rancher, after missing the first dozen swings, finally drove one 175 yards down the fairway. But he had his next problem, he couldn’t find his ball. After a ten minute search, he found it. “Here it is!” he yelled. \What do I do now?\ ‘‘Hit it again,\ yelled his companion. “Hit it again hell, I just found itl\ He picked the ball up and headed for the clubhouse. ME A ’s endorsement is ' suspect* To the editor I was surprised to read that the political arm of the Montana Education Association saw fit to endorse Frank Davis' opponent for judge of our district. I was dismayed, but not particularly surprised, that this action came without consultation with its local members, moat of whom, if not all, Support Frank. Frank Davis, as the local teachers and educators know, has served the cause of education in this ana for his entire legal career, often times without pay. His dedication service to Western Montana College in its times of crisis is so well known that one would have thought even the remote MEA hierarchy would have been aware of it. I doubt that Frank's opponent has even been in one of our schools. Such ill considered action makes the MEA’s entire policy of endorsing candidates moat suspect. Its members should be up in arms I Virginia Straugh 909 South Atlantic 'Dillon She is searching for her longlost roots To the editor: Last month (August, ’82) I spent some time in your state searching for decendants of two uncles of mine who were in Montana from about 1878 until their deaths, and we have never found records of either Thomas Reubin or J. Leighton Bingham's deaths or marriage records of either. I do have a picture of my uncle Thomas Reubin Bingham taken at Helena with a dog and another taken in Dfllon by Weenink Photos, this one is with a lady and a small boy about three or four years old. There is no date on either picture but they were found in some old pictures belonging to his sister after her death. When I was in Dillon last month I found a death record in the county courthouse of Lawrence Leighton Bingham also after searching further we found he was the son of Grace Deip but the father’s name was not on the certifi cate, but the newspaper report did name him as the grandson of Mr. and Mrs. David W. Beavar. My hopes are that some of the old timers can shed some light on who his father waa. There waa also a J. Leighton Bingham listed in the 1910 Dillon directory as ranching in that ana. My faiher was Lawrence Samuel Bingham born 1889 in Burnet Co. Texas, his older brother Thomas Reubin Bingham born 1861, his youngest brother J. Leighton Bingham born in Tennessee 1871, they were sons of Charles Columbus Bingham and Jane A. Sugg. I Will anyone who might have any inr formation on these brothers or their decendants please write me. Sincerely, Lottie B.Schuts 446 W. 18th Georgetown, Texas 78626 (512) 8684)107 City crews should look in their own shop the “lesser” football games. No one, certainly not me, has ever accused the three television networks of overestimating the American public’s intelligence and tastes. I think they are finding out that the public would rather turn off the set than watch less than NFL football on Sunday afternoon. The people obviously have better things to do with their time. But, I wouldn't go so for as to say the football strike will break America's football habit forever more, especially if the strike only lasts a few more weeks. In the meantime I sense that many people are discovering that it’s not an altogether bad thing to find themselves with an uncommitted Sunday afternoon. The strike sort of reminds me of that old peace slogan, “What if they gave a war and nobody came?” AND IN THAT BASTION of union solidarity, Butte, I chuc kled at the hand-pmnted sign on the door of the uptown bar: “I'ToiV hiring—NFL neo.ba.” To the editor: I read that two Dillon businessmen tried to contact Bert Reimer on the city sewer and Reimer clained that the city will have to buy a machine for this and it would cost the city $110,000. Sorry, Mr. Reimer, it will not. If you will look in the city shops, both of them, in one of them is a two-wheel trailer which has a load of hard wood sticks in it and on top of this trailer ar« two fire hoses. These hard wood sticks are abcut 3 ft, 6 in. long by 1-1/2 inc'i square and on each end of them, tiicy have a male connection and on the other end is a female connection. These are what the City of Dillon dads bought for the city sewer to route out the lines about 1908. At one time there a hundred of them. The last time these routing rods were used were when Else Patrick was the city manager, and after he left, there has not been any one hired by the city who has had any brains on how to use them. Lee South was about the last one to use these routing out the sewer lines. Up to and including Else Patrick, tho city manager took throe men and this trailer out every spring of the year, and these three'men went all over town and routed out the sewer maing, and no one in that time had any sower back up in thdr place. So Mr. Reimer, if you are the city manager, go look these up in the shops there, take three men and lets sco our main sower linca routed out this fall go v/o will have a dean line for winter. And if they arc not there, than tho city baiter get busy and find, out where they are. They were paid for at the time they bought them, as at that time my dad did work for the city, so I know what I am talking about. G.H.Bostwick 710 S. Pacific Street Dillon Appreciates Slanger edit To the editor: Thank you so much for the wonder ful editorial you wrote when my father, Ben Slanger, retired from the planning board. It was exciting to read because he is my father, and it was good to see on the public record the things my brother and I have known for years about my father's perseverance and integrity. But even more than that, it was good to see a community newspaper honor someone who has served the commun ity, quietly but efficiently, for so long. Sincerely George Slanger 1905 W. Central Minot, N.D., 58701 D i l l o n T r i b u n e S e r v i n g S o u t h w e s t e r n M o n ta n a S in c c 1B81 E x a m in e r The Dillon Tribune Examiner (USPS 157-060) is published weekly a t 22 S. Montana Street, (P.O. Box 911) Dillon, Montana 59725. Telephone (406) 683-2331. Second class postage paid a t Dillon, Montana. No portion of this ynewspaper may be reproduced without written consent of the editor. \ Subscription rates are $12 per year in Montana and $14 per year out of Montana. riinj; Newspaper r,9P‘ Bruce McCormack, editor; Cal Jacobson, Advertising Manager; Diann Stephens, Advertis ing Sales; Julio Simon, News; Bob Ingle, Produc tion Manager;\ Laurie Croft, Typesetting-Composi- tion; Mickcy Kohler, Bookkeeping.