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Show Chatter Box Dear Su.y, Well, it is again that, time of the year when women slay home and men go fishing. The old burg looked look-ed just like deer hunting limes I his past weekend, with less men in town than you could shake a slick at and those you would have shaken n slick at would have run and hid. If must be fun to be a fish and have all those men mak-ini" mak-ini" passes at you. Most women took it in their stride and remembered the Ode to the Fisherman, "Behold the fisherman, fish-erman, he nriselh early and riis-furbeth riis-furbeth the whole household-mighty household-mighty are his preparations. He go-eth go-eth forth full of hope and return-el return-el h late smelling of strong drink and the truth is not in him." But Wanda Beckwith and Melba Crafts did not take it so stoically as did the others. The Boss and Dudley went down to Clear Lake Saturday afternoon,, full of hope, and preparing pre-paring to slay a mighty mess of bass. The bass were not cooperative coopera-tive and it looked like hnm and eggs for the next few days, providing pro-viding they had the ham. They finally got to the point where they figured a goorl carp would do and set about enticing one for Durley's water trough so as to clean It of moss. Late that night they did finally fin-ally catch a carp and started homeward. Personally I think they would have been there for the opening of the duck season if they hadn't run out of beer. During this sojourn at Clear Lake Wanda and Melba became worried as to their husbands whereabouts especially when the clock started creeping toward another day. A consultation was held and they figured it would be best to go after them and drag them out of the mud or whatever else was holding them there so long. Baby tenders were hastily obtained, ob-tained, Jack Bennett and Ray Church were notified of the errant husbands and asked to lend a hand in the search, but being Saturday night Ray and Jack had their hands full. Paraphenalia was gathered up which consisted of a lantern and a quart of whiskey. The lantern was absolutely superfluous; knowing know-ing those two men as I do they could have set the quart of whiskey whis-key on any dike between the beacon beac-on and Black Rock and had the two men there within 20 minutes. They should have also taken a duck call to spur the men on after setting out their "decoy." Tilings were rapidly coming to a climax and the women were on their way fearing the worst and hoping they could recover their helpmates before the coyotes tore them limb from limb. As they rounded the curve west of the overpass our heroes who had more stick-to-itiveness than success, also rounded the curve going into town. The only regret and aftermath of the incident is that the women are sore because of the trouble and worry the men put them to; the carp jumped out of the water trough and died; which made the vigil where the fishermen were a constant target of mosquitos in vain; and the men are sore because be-cause had they known refreshments refresh-ments were being rushed to them they would have stayed later. Nick Pace has joined the ranks of the "Clark Street Capitalists" by his recent business acumen. Bill Bishop, Jr., asked for a nickel the other day to buy homething down town and when he returned he had a pollywog safe and sound in a bottle, which had been sold him by our latest entry into the business ranks. Now Nick has joined join-ed the other capitalists and will have his .worries, such as the outcome out-come of the yearly pollywog crop, depredation by birds, etc., competition competi-tion and social security tax. A difference of a million pollywogs in next year's crop would mean $50,000 to Nick, but that is just one of the hazards of business he will have to take inhis stride. Jeff Finlinson, Leamington stockman stock-man and rancher, is wondering if during the years he has been handling hand-ling cattle they have changed nature nat-ure and grown teeth on the "upper plate." He was branding a calf the other day and when finished found that, part of one thumb was miss ing. He figures the calf bit it off, but doesn't understand how it got the teeth to do it with. Friends and acquaintances hold divergent views and among them are: that Jeff figured he was biting the calf's ear and was biting his own thumb all the time; that Jeff caught his finger in the rope; and that the calf wasn't Jeff's after all. Well, it's a cruel world when it bites the hand that feeds it, Toots. |