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Show 3 Here are extracts from two letters, typical of many more of each kind. If you are, by chance, in the #1 class, why not move over into #2? # 1. "Dear Friends: Please don't send your Newsletter to me any nlOre. I love to get it and read it, but I am not able to send you anything and it makes me feel bad ... " #2. "Please continue sending the Newsletter. I am a widow with a small pension, not enough to live on, and I can hardly give anything to my own parish, much less to outside activities. But I send every copy of the Newsletter to some friend who can and will help your good work." IDIID WE SAY something above about rou-tine? In spite of jeeps and paved roads, electric light and radio, the pioneer life is not yet a thing of the past only. A few week ago Br. Juniper and Sister Mary Faith had to take an emergency patient to Shiprock Hospital, 150 miles away by highway - and no highway! But let Brother tell it: "It was mid-January, and close to midnight as well. A patient in our clinic had to have emergency hospital care far beyond what we could give him - severe cerebral inj uries resulting from violent blows. Shiprock is only 60 miles as the crow flies, but the crow doesn't carry passengers, and experience has shown that the highway route, a little over 150 miles, is better. Thirty miles from home Sister and I ran into slick roads and heavy snowfall. Inquiring of a passing traveller we learned that the roads beyond were impassable; vehicles that were not stuck were turning backward. So \VIe did, too, but we knew of new access roads in the lower elevation that had been dozed by the oil and uranium workers. The new road was rough, but at first fairly dry. Soon it began to snow and the temperature dropped sharply, and we were in slush and ice. A steep hill was too much for the ambulance, which started to slide into the ditch at the side of the road. We could go either up nor down. Our patient was tossin' i.ldly, groan- |