The Birmingham age-herald., 1921-06-16
Bill Nye on Cyclones
nm the Philadelphia Record.

From the Philadelphia Record.
 NNLD BILL ME worked as hard
 count of an experience when he filled the office of United States cyclonist:
 q have not the necessary personal magnetism to look a cyclone in the eye and make 1t quail. am stern and even naughty In my intercourse with men, but winch Manitoba si- moon takes me by the brow of my pantaloons and throws me across township 2S, range IS, west of the fifth principal meridian, lose my mental reserve and become anxious and even taciturn. For 30 years I had yearned to see grown-up cy- clone, of the ring tail -puller variety, mop up the green earth NSuJth huge forest trees and make the landscape look tired. On the 9th day of Sep tember, A. D.. 1884, my morbid curi- osity was grstified.
 "As the people came out into the forest with lanterns and pulled me out of the crotch of basswood tree with tackle and fall remember I told them I didn't yearn for any more atmospheric phenomena
 The old desire for hurricane that could blow a COW through pen itentiary was satiated. I remember when the doctor pried the bones of my leg together, in order to kind of draw my attention away from the limb he asked me how liked the fall style of zephyr in that locality.
 T said it was all right, what there was of it. l said this in a tone of bit- ter irony.
 Cyclones are of two kinds-viz. the dark maroon cyclone, and the iron gray cyclone with pale green mane and tail. It was the latter kind l frolicked with on the above named date.
 My brother and l were riding along in the grand old forest and l had just been singing a few bars from the opera of "W Wohop 'em up, Lizzie Jane,' when I noticed that the wind was beginning to sough through the trees. Soon after that I noticed that I was soughing through the trees also, and I am really no slouch as a sougher either when I get started.
 The horse was hanging by the breeching from theSbough of large butternut tree, waiting for some one to come and pick him.
 T did not see my brother at first, but after while he disengaged him. self from a rail fence and came where l was hanging, wrong end up, with my personal effects spilling out of my pockets. l told him that as soon as the wind kind of softened down, l wished he would go and pick the horse. He did so and at midnight party of friends carried me into town on q stretcher. It was quite an ova- ton. To think of a torchlight pro- cession coming way out there into the woods at midnight and carrying me into town on the shoulders in tri- umph. And yet I was once a poor boy,
 Tt shows what may be accom- plished by anyone if he will persevere and insist on living a different life.
 The cyclone is a natural phenom- enon. enjoying the most robust health. 1t may be a pleasure for man with great will power and iron constitution to study more carefully into the habits of the cyclone. but, as far as I am concerned, individ- ually. l could worry along some way if We didn't have phenomenon in the house from one years end to an- other.
 As sit here, with my leg in . sili- cate of soda corset, and watch the merry throng promenading down the street or mingling in the giddy torch- light procession, I cannot repies a feeling toward a cyclone that almost amounts to disgust"