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or whatever you want to call it. Whoever
is in the congregation, and feels lucky, gets
up and takes a chance. At the funeral
yesterday there were only fifteen speakers,
including the secretary of state, and I never
want my Father and Mother to go through
the agony that that fellow's folks had
to endure for two hours and ten minutes.
He had a Father and two mothers. There
were two boys in the family and one was
the son of one of the women, and the other
was the son of the other woman. You see
they were Mormons, and that is the closest I
can come to explaining what I mean.
They had us sitting so we were facing
the audience all the time. If it had
been any thing but a funeral I
would have had a million dates,
more or less, as there were a bunch
of pretty girls present, and they were
thinking more about us than they were
the funeral. Fourteen of us went over
including the top sergeant who was in
charge of the military part of it, and
the bugler, six pall bearers and six
in the firing squad. There should have
been eight on the latter but we
didn't have enough men. The
tour we went to was fifteen miles the
other side of Salt Lake City, and we
had a very nice ride through some
pretty country I didn't think Utah