Etchings By Treble Ripard Last winter one odd night I started up an unfamiliar canyon road in my sedan, butj before I had gone far I realized thait the canyon was becoming too narrow and the road too slippery fcr mfe to reach the top. I decided to tui-n around and go back, and in doing so I slipped olf the road and Was. stuck. I had neither chains nor a, rope to put cn the wheels and no Shovel to dig out underneath them.;' As I sat there spinning the .wheels, a huge bear added to my plight by attacking the glass in my Ci.r doors on the side opposite the steering wheel and attempting to breach me with its claws. But I', was calmj oh, how calm I was! Shoving Shov-ing 'my rear viq.v marrow thrfeugh a slight opening ibetween the yrfn-dow yrfn-dow glass and frame of the Ooor nearest me, and holding it face inward, in-ward, I plucked a flea off the bear'e arm, and held it up to the mirror. It was so cold outside the reflection of the flea froze all the way through the glass. Then I with-y drew the mirror and scraped t silver backing off, leaving only .'-'a silhouette in the glass which I field in fr:nt of my flashlight and projected proj-ected a large image of the flea against the snow white moun'tafn-side. moun'tafn-side. When the bear saw ii, he turned to escape with such force and such haste that he knocked the car back on the road and 1 came safely home. Dawdle Hammerheels bought some power t:ols to operate as a hobby and installed them n the basement. One evening he came home from work and turned on the electricity. Soon his wife -hecame annoyed at the volume of noise and yelled dciwn the basement steps. "Dawdle, turn off some of those gadgets and quit playing!" -i He answered: "Madam, I'm sitting sitt-ing straddle of the emery' vheel on the lathe and my tie is ' caught arcund the shaft. The dui has just bored a hole through -toy shoe between my toes and ay other fcot is caught in the triphammer. The floor sanding machine insists on running up my back and t&e table saw just tipped ever into a trate of oranges and is throwing jkice ii my face. Madam, I'm not playing!" play-ing!" ; A coal dealer hired a man to deliver de-liver coal. His first assignment was to the school house. The man drove arcund the building until he found what he thought was .the coal chue. He thought it was rather rath-er high, but he scooped the Cpai into it. At noon his small son came honie frcm school with coal dust all ojer him. . . "How did it happen?" his mother asked. , ' "We were sitting in class and all of a sadden a lot cf coal came down the ait shaft," he answered.