Connecticut western news., 1921-10-27
1z5 CASES OF BEER
 FED TO FINNY TRIBE
Housatonic River Scene of Carousal Monday
 Night

Coincident with the dumping of 125 cases of beer, taken from the truck of Frank Browne, of New Britain, into the Housatonic river Monday night, some very unusual things have been taking place in that vicinity. Not the least of these acti- vities is the strange conversation overheard by the cub reporter of the News staff. This is how he tells it and if you doubt the veracity of said reporter why take the matter up with him personally, as the editor will be unusually busy the next few days:
 Monday night after I had at tended prayer meeting, I thought it might be profitable for me to go down to the pool and poker club for little while, which did. It cer- tainly was profitable, for while left everything there that was hockable except my outward wearing apparel, I gained considerable experience.
 "Wending my way homeward, en- grossed in deep thought on the many sins of sinners, was suddenly brought to my senses by the sound of strange voice on the banks of the Housatonic river. I could not run, for my feet seemed turned to stone and the cold precipitation running down my face was as hot water com pared to the temperature of my blood. Nothing to do but stand there and try to remember some of the things had heard at prayer meeting several hours before.
 After a moments silence, up piped that strange voice again, say ing: "Yes sir, Sinner, tell you the day for us inhabitants of the Hou- satonic has arrived when we can have little real enjoyment. What with Officer Preston scouting the high ways night and day and Judge Fofd's capacity for beer growing smaller momentarily, l tell you again, the day has at last arrived when we can live as gentlemen
 "Astounded at these words, fear soon left me and I stood with every nerve tense, trusting discovery would not come until after l had secured enough information on which to write story for the News or at least theme for discussion in my Sunday School class.
 Gentleman, did you say was the next sound which greeted my ears. Why you poor sucker, just | because we let you sneak in the back door and have a drink once in awhile, you needn't lay any claim to being a gentleman. You might just as well try to put yourself in the same class with Sam Camp and Frank | Stevens.
 'Ah, that's where I shine says Sinner. Especially with Sam Camp
 Get out, you're in the same class with Sucker over there. And if you don't get I'll be tempted to make a meal of you, for that beer has given me an unusual appetite
 "By this time I realized that fish were doing the talking" continued the cub reporter, and while hardly daring to believe my senses, I de- cided to stay and see the thing through, if it cost me my job on the News.
 Hearing splashlng sound, assumed that Sinner was taking some good advice. The next minute I was sure of it, for waited back to me by a slight breeze, I heard him remark You poor fish, only since you changed your name from Pike to Pickerel have you been tolerated by gentlemen in these waters and you wouldn't be even now, had not Lou Stone placed you in one of his wife's green stockings and chucked you into Highland lake
 That was enough Lou Stone Highland Lake! Green stocking Immediately saw that my time was not to be wasted. Making myself comfortable and taking a writ of habeas corpus from my pocket which Judge Roraback had served on me the day previous for failing to join the Community Association, on which to take notes, I waited for further developments. I had not long to wait when that voice again came to me, saying:
 'Now I'll tell you plainly, Sucker, in my present state of jubilation l don't mind talking to you as I've got something to say and I might just as we'll spill it to you and some of these
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