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Show "We are not land locaters," the writers asserted. The club "looks toward your welfare and not your pocketbook." I must concede that the indirect slaps at Nash-Avery were for claims far more fabulous than those put forth in the folder and for financial double-dealing with which the company had been charged. What sounds unbelievably optimistic may be justified. We were enjoying comparatively wet years. The virgin soil did possess a top-layer of fertility before the wind tore it away. We exhibited results of that fertility-limited in quantity but promising-at the State Fair and at the Panama-Pacific World Expositions in San Diego and San Francisco. And above all we were still a bit delirious from frontier exuberance which could rear a towering hope upon a frail foundation. Mother helped the Club further by answering mail inquiries and by writing "Nada News" to get the community name in print often. Here's a typical item from her column: "Professor L. M. Winsor, irrigation engineer from Utah Agricultural Experiment Station, on Wednesday inspected the new well at Nada Experimental Farm. He made recommendations about a pump and engine to be installed and ditches to convey the water." She conducted the column in the Beaver County News for a generation. The paper never appeared without a dozen paragraphs about Nada, our community development and personal items. When I grew into my teens I followed her example by sending stories of unusual happenings to Salt Lake Dailies. One was that item about a sheepherder killed by lightning while watching his herd near Blue Knoll, The man's dog stayed beside Its master for days until it finally drew searchers by barking. |