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Show The NEWHOUSE HOTELSALT LAKE CITY400 Rooms 400 Baths$2 to $4 SingleU. of U. Parties Formals â€" Dancesâ€"DinnersCareful A ttention to Details Make Our Social Affairs SuccessfulMrs. W. E. Traughber, HostessEAT IN SALT LAKE'S ONLYSunshine CafeteriaJ. H. Rayburn, General ManagerrQie Song, Writer Returns to DixieThe writer of popular songs glanced out of the car window at the sparse scrub pines and sand. His heart was light; he was goin' back to his old Kentucky home in Ten-ten-Tennessee. There wasn't anything could hold him back. Suddenly he was startled by some one poking him rudely in the back and announcing, "Hey! Howboutcha ticket?" Looking up, he saw the conductor glowering at him."Take my shirt; take my collar. Wrap me up and send me C. O. D.â€"" be began."Aw shut up an' pay yer fare!" interrupted the conductor very rudely indeed.Ah well! What did it matter, anyway, sighed the writer of popular songs as he paid his fare. Soon he would be back; back to that little shack, that ivy covered shack, the iron-bound shack that hung in the well. No, that wasn't right. Oh, yes! The ivy covered shack with the garden at the back, at the end of the road, the long dusty road, that was it. The tumble down shack where he would find his dear old mammy. He was just a rolling stone rolling home, or something like that.His heart stood still as the train stoppedwith a jolt. This was his station. He hastily donned his hat and coat and leapt from the train. There was the long dusty road, the winding road that lead up the hill to the little white house with the little green blinds where there was a light still burning, and a heart still yearning for his return."Mammy," he sobbed, "tell me what has become of Sally.""Oh her," said Mammy, "she done married old Sam, the bootlegger's son, ten years ago."The writer was disillusioned. Slowly he stumbled back down the dusty road. The dust shifted into his shoes. "Why the hell did I ever come down here?" he muttered. "The North is the only place, after all."Finally he reached the station and boarded a north-bound train.He settled comfortably back in his seat. How glad he would be to see New York again. As the train started he drew out a piece of paper, and began to write the words for his new song: "How I Long to Take That Long Long Trail Back to My Kentucky Home."Page 37' |