The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1911-09-20
COON HUNT
 IN MONROE
Especial to The Farmer.) BY Arthur w. French.l

daughters, are passing all this month at Chi1mark, Martha's Vineyard is- land. This was their former home for several years. It is at the ex- treme southwest portion of the island and quite isolated Mrs. Habersham found the strong sea air and quiet beneficial to her indifferent health, so they have all returned there to re- cuperate, as it were. Indeed, the vital reason of the family locating here, in this State, was for their daughters education, now going on at Inglside, Wickham Rise and St. Margarets schools. Mr. Habersham still owns his residence and large farm property in Chilmark, and pos sibly may retain it, the atmosphere and all being so agreeable to his wife. Here, the family, so they say, are having a real back to the farm outing this nao~tF' w::tl the. renewing of fa- !77'' e. scenes former acqua;cta1ccs and all, not returning here until the last week of this month.
 t That was some coon hunt which was pulled off by East Villakers, be- tween moonTise and midnight, one night last week. The hunting posse are named as Orrin Blitz and his friend from Bridgeport, Carl Morris, also the Messrs. Whitemen, Bird, and Gobbler, with caddie and Jack, the coon dog. It wasn't far into woods and they soon got busy, especially on that false alarm, when said Jack
 "treed'' a deer and no one dared to shoot. One of the party, in a dash, ran his face against fence wire and was marked for life. or some other time, maybe, if the vaseline goes shy The party stalked over big country
 but nary a coon was to be seen
 About the midnight hour the dog found something in the big hole Of a H,o
 Then the party tried numerous sub
 terfuges to get that coon out, but nothing doing. Somebody asked Blitz to chase home and get his fiddle and come back and charm the coon, but he said: Mot for your Uncle Dudley" shoot" And he did. Right into that hole, with his Custer revolver. Then the animal came out and died. But 1t was only a fat, overgrown, lubberly. woodchuck. Somebody quoted from Deuteronomy as they strailed their game home, for dog feed. That's about all, after they had read the riot
 MT. and Mrs. Henry J. Lord are re- turning this week from their southern tour. So far, for pleasure and sight seeing, they have visited Washing ton, D. C., Old Point Comfort, Ba1ti- more, Jacksonville, Palm Beach. and Key West, Florida While in Wash ington they visited Mrs. Lords cousin who holds a clerical position in one of the government departments.
 They are saying Hello, Bill." and other things to Will H. Douglas, our former resident, now in the milk wagon business in Bridgeport, who had a sensation sprung on him in the Friday, while delivering. A real highway held him and his outfit up and made to put over it the demand of Money or your life" and anything else he had, except milk. But Billy whipped out his gun and whipped up his horse to an escape. The police haven't found the would-be robber yet and now the mflkman goes arm ed to the teeth.''
 Dan Cupid got a move on himself and brought some game to bag last month in Monroe town. He set the wedding bells to jingling the two times, and hinted iihat ere "the frost the shock he might get on the bell job again. Evidently Dannie thought that the nuptial end of his lone of goods was getting too much to the shy and he was right. So it was that he, in one case, put all over it a rapid transit rush deal to make two hearts beat as one." which they did, in tempo, "to beat the band" as per schedule. An acquaintance of the summer and a two weeks of courtship, etceteras, brought the case to its grand finale. Which is the nuptial knot or the golden lariat'' of the business. Next? If there is any.
 was unanimously renominated at the Democratic caucus, has now held that office for ten consecutive years, which is a proof of his popularity and ca pability. All looking as if the rep resentative voters were fully satiS- fled to still retain him in office.
 rising sun, or maybe by the way of Main street, Sawmil City, a "bug" got into town last week. The afore- said was middle aged, wore decent clothes and foreigners dialect, which did not make shy the fact that he was some buttons off,, with big responsibility on the other buttons. the highways-main line-of the town and trimmed about every house for something; east, center and west. He handed out the dope that he had worked; $S0.25 worth for a farmer, who turned him loose and shooed him off the place, he only having his clothes and some tobacco. At one house he asked to sleep in the barn and bor- row a chunk of ice to keep his head cool. Another place was requested to pass out some bread but he got stone-a stone crock of buttermilk. 1 Then he took off his shoes and poured | it on his feet He also got ice and | cracking it, dropped it down his back | But there was a. bookful like it all | during the week he hung around. l Finally he got on the women's and childrens nerves so bad that a con- stable haled him before a justice, who sent him to the county jail, to be put on ice, or at work.
 And talking about Monroe politics as they lead up to the annual elec- tion and town meeting less than two weeks away, the pot, as they say, is only simmering over a slow fire as yet. The late Democratic caucus was a real love feast, nearly everyone on the ticket getting an unanimous nomi- nation. It is alleged that the Re- publican primary had a grouchy thread running through it, that will tangle the weave when the votes are counted Oct. g.
 Quite a few Monroe folks have been on Giggle street lately. All on ac- count of the seeming obsession of a resident. He had a falling out with an acquaintance and wanted to get square. On being told that the enemy was keeping under cover an unlicensed dog, he chortled: Aha! I have him now!" So he got the machinery Of the law on the job. But that slippe5