My Worst or Best Fourth of July

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Title Saga of the Sanpitch Vol 17
Subject Pioneers
Description Stories and poems about early Southern Utah Pioneers
Publisher Snow College
Date 1985
Type Text
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Language eng
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Title My Worst or Best Fourth of July
Description MY WORST OR BEST FOURTH OF JULY? Halbert Greaves 1904 Herbert Avenue Salt Lake City, UT 84108 Professional Division First Place Personal Recollections I do not know for sure how old I was. I do know Z was old enough to be mischievous but not old enough to have good sense, although I acquired some that day. I had persuaded some druggist to sell me small amounts of two chemical powders and some capsules. Out of deference to parents who now have boys about the age I was then, 1 shall refrain from naming the two chemicals even though my escapade was mild when compared with dozens of exploits shown on TV every day. I had been told by some other mischievous boy, I suppose, that the two powders, when mixed in a capsule, would explode with a loud bang when thrown against a hard surface--like the cherry bombs we hear occasionally. It was a "neat" way to scare girls or other young boys we didn't like. Or maybe even an unsuspecting friend, just as a practical joke, of course-or as it proved to be for me, an impractical one. So, with mischief in mind, I made my little bombs, maybe six or eight of them, a day or two before the Fourth of July in 1919, give or take a year or two. Early on trie mornm*? of the Fourth before the men of the celebration committee had signaled with their annual cannon-shot boom that it was time to get up and begin to celebrate, I crawled out of my bed, which was almost as big as my bedroom. My trusting parents had permitted me to lay a crude board platform under a backyard apple tree, place a makeshift canvas "tent" that allowed me to have all the cool, fresh night air and all the privacy a young boy could want. The cool night air? Ah, yes, the night air even in July is more than cool in Ephraim, and on that 16
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