The Lake County times. [volume] (Hammond, Ind.) 1906-1933, 1911-06-01

Chased by an irate Newton county
farmer. his son and hired man armed
with shotguns, because they picked up
fat little Poland China suckling pig.
party of four Indianapolis Chicago
autoists. returning from the speedway
race blew into Hammond shortly
before noon today with a tale of ad-
venture that makes the late lamented
battle of Juarez look like an ice cream
sociable.
Four in Party.
In the party were Frank C. Williams
formerly of Hammond: John A Dickes
of Aurora and Misses Jessica Salts
burg and Winnie Browne, two broiler
friends of Mr.. Dickes, who simply
think young pig is too lovely for any
thing" when accompanied by the Gus
tomary cold bottle.
And thereby hangs a tale.
When the big Dickes Cadillac was
bowling along this morning north be-
tween AK and Thayer Miss Brownies
bright blue eyes noticed a litter of
Poland China snclxlinsssxIear the Eoad-
side and expressed desire for one to
Mr Dickes. Nothing doing but for
Dickes to shut off his gas and the four
chased the litter into orchard be-
hind which was reared the lowly domi
cile of a husky farmer. who, as the
party afterwards found out was
watching the proceedings from the
time the auto stopped. Mr.. Williams.
having the longest legs, outsprinted
his companions and tripping on a
bunch of stubble fell fat his prize
The Farmer Was Hot.
BY this time the farmer in language
not at all fit for Sunday school pic
MICS. shouted: What in air you
doin' to thet pig o miner
why. we are just going to give 1t a
little automobile ride. have you any
objections?" gleefully retorted Mr.
Dickes as he advised the "broilers'' to
cut lickety split for the touring car.
Mr. Williams says the party evident
iy thought they were playing last man
in" for when he got to the machine
and threw the pig in the tonneau, Mr..
Dickes was seated placidly at the wheel
advising him as official cranker of the
party ito get a blankety- blank move
on him or get shot" When Frank
got the engine purring the machine
was under way and he had to scramble
in as best he could, his legs dangling
out over the side OF the car for 200
yards before he could get breath
enough to fall inside.
BY this time the farmer and his son
and hired man. two of them with shot
guns, had clambered in a light wagon
hitched to a team of horses and were
coming rattlety-clack after the auto
faster than Paul Revere on his memoir
able ride. The broilers were screaming,
the pig squealing and the infuriated
tillers of the Newton county loan were
threatening to shoot unless the auto
was stopped
Shoot your antiquated revolution
airy muskets." snorted Mr.. Dickes. and
just then bang bang and birdshot
hailed over the hood. In his excite
ment Dickes flooded his carburetor and
the engine nearly came TO a stop. On
came the farmers and for two miles,
with an occasional volley from the
jaspers. the merriest little race that
ever was pulled off In Newton county
b'gosh, took place. Then mind triumph
ed over matter and the touring car
lurching from one side of the road to
the other leaping over bumps, the
broilers in the air one moment and the
pig in the air the next gradually
drew ahead and plenty of rubber was
burned between Thayer and Hammond
for fear the farmers would telephone
the Lake county authorities.
But Mr.. Williams will not have roast
young pig and apple sauce for dinner
tonight. and doesn't care what John L
Dickes of Aurora has