Ladysmith news-budget. [volume] (Ladysmith, Rusk County, Wis.) 1907-1927, 1910-02-03
| he OVERRIDING Of
Iowser Il
Bv EDWIN L SARIN
Copyright, by ]. B. Lippineott Co
BY EDWIN L. SABlN

This is true story. because the re,
| mains of the hen are still in circu.
| lation
When the golf epidemic captured
sVheatley the victims secured the
country far and wide to find grounds
suitable for links Hi Hacck's pas
ture was selected as being the best
| site. and negotiations were entered
into with Mr. Hacock with view to
leasing and eventually purchasing the
| land
hi was wary, For some time he
held off. He could not understand
Why crowd of town people wanted to
| acquire so much ground "jes' to play
shinney on" To the most casual read
er it must be evident that Hi never
had INDUCED in golf
Finally, after he had been talked to
by the mayor, both bankers, and the
school superintendent, and other lead
ing citizens, all golfiacs, he consented
and gave the lease desired
Immediately the OLD pasture became
famous resort The Wheatley Golf
club, it's friends and friends friends,
locked there. Business in the town
OF Wheatley was paralyzed No one
had any time for business. Out OF
this fervOr arose unique incident
which ] believe is unprecedented in
the annals OF golf Especially is ii
unique, because it is true; can prove
it. In fact. will prove it at the con
clusion of this narrative. But now
will let Hi take up the thread He
says:
Couldn't see as they'd hurt the land
any, tho they plowed it an cut ii
considerable hittin' it with their sticks,
an as they paid my price | rented ii
to EN-. Then they come out, mornin'
noon an night, men an women, with
red shirts an knee pants tucked into
their socks an short dresses, an every
durn one had about DOZEN f them
there goff sticks. My boys an Peters
boys, they made as high as dollar a
day totin' sticks for parties playin',
an | toll en- to go ahead, an | hired
hams to do their chores
When the players weren't playin',
they an their help addies,' that's
what they call EN-, isn't it?-wore
lookin for lost balls The way balls
were lost was caution-part of the
game, reckon | dunno who beat
Anyway, these women-you never
could tell where their balls was
goin to land-they'd swat al the ball
an b'gosh, twas as likely to go be-
hind 'em as in front. Some Of the men,
especially them little dudes with
stuffed calves, was as bad Quite
often the big fellers would knock a
ball clean ont of sight--that is, out
of sight Of where anybody was ex-
pectin' 'twould light
Il begun TO think I'd better go over
that pasture with a hoss-rake an gath
er in few hundred balls ies for luck
when Towser II. come to the front
You must have heard of Towser II
Pshaw, nowi Why, Towser II. was the
famousest settin hen in the hull coun
ty. Set? She was a setter from
Settersville. Named her Towser after
setter dog we used to own. Both
setters-but she was the setterest.
"One day we missed old Towser
an | saws to ma, says I: 'Towsers
a-settin' ag'in. Johnnyll have to go
out in the mornin' an hunt her up'
So in the mornin Johnny struck out,
an he follered the gully down through
the pasture, while | s'arched the barn
But where do yon reckon we found
TowseT? In the dried-up swamp,
b'gosh, asettin to beat creation, with
IA goff balls under her Fourteen. bv
gum!
Wa-al old lady | thought, we
don't want on ingy-rubber chickens, so
I'll les relieve you OF these here
eggs With her a-cluckin' an a-sput-
term at me | put the balls in my hat
an started off
Mex time we found her she was in a
corner under the rail fence, settin' on
y goT balls Shed elected 'em in
less an hour, | swun, an was pleased
as a peacock | begun to see I'd
struck real bonanzie | dumped this
second lot long with the frs, in
barrel In about an hour more we
rounded up Towser in the swamp agin
on top OF Is balls All day we jes' let
heT have full swing, an at night
burned ii didn't have barrel plum
heaped with goff balls Dunno how
many dozen, but anyway, old Towser
had done herself proud
With goff balls with 40 cents
apiece, new as somebody toll me. |
reckoned this was purity fair days
work counted on turnin' Towser
loose every day, s long as she liked
1t, an she'd more'n earn our keep,
easy Of course she couldn't do as
well as this every stretch, for balls
wouldn't get sech head-start ag'in, but
I figgered on two dozen day.
'TWould have PANIED out all right
# the blamed fool hadn't hid herself
so we couldn't fin her for three days.
Somehow she carried a lot OF them
balls off a mile-one at a time, |
'late-into the timber long the
creek, an made nest In a boiler
stump Sot there till we come across
her by accident, an she'd sot so Study
fearin' we'd interrupt ag'in, that she'd
melted the balls, b gosh, an the ingy
rubber was all roun' her legs an on
her stomick, an she was about all
rubber, so we couldn't get her apart
She died from it."
"And you sold her to Mrs. Robin
sons boarding house," | added.