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Show 8-TpetttP) PACE h - Dawdle Dell Corresponder pONSTABLE Starr Badgett an-swered an-swered a riot call Friday at the Cracker Barrel General Store. Seems a city slicker stumbled into the darkened store, and, blinded by the bright sun outside, upset the checkerboard between Clem Poore and Milo Mopish, Just whon-Clem had Milo ln a trap. Knute Bellows and Odd Bodkin roughed up the stranger some, and then there was a big hubbub and a general fight between those who allowed Clem would have won and those favoring Milo. The stranger was dragged off to the county Jail. "Dang fool!" complained Bill Steepbelly, store proprietor. "Didn't wanna buy even a plug of tobaccky. Jes wanted to ask the way to Bumble Bee Bend." Belle Bellows (Knute Bellows' oldest daughter who married Odd Bodkin) told us the other day that, when her husband goes out under the tree with a stack of western magazines, she always makes him check his six-shooter with her lest, in his excitement over the stories, he take a pot shot at Laze Dozier, who, Odd says, rustled some chickens chick-ens off the Bodkin hen ranch one night last summer. Speaking of thieves, Squire Glad-money Glad-money Debitside had Constable Starr Badgett out on his farm all night Wednesday watching for the fellow who stole a shoat there last week to return for another pig. Starr didn't see a soul, but while he was watching the pig pens, somebody made away with Squire's silo. In church the other Sunday, Aunt Tizzle Toadhopper, who was 100 years old her last birthday, swore off smoking, but told the preacher that, with the Lord's permission, she would like tq begin taking a spot of hard cider occasionally. |