Palatka daily news. [volume] (Palatka, Fla.) 1919-1994, 1922-09-21

was out with a gang O. sons O. guns
and of all the fire works-they sure
pulled 'em. Wow! Before I get thru
I'll tell va all their names and what
hounds with one eye open and one
shut each of TIN is, are and were
But say, Boss, get yourself a gun
It's goin' to be dangerous living in
Putnam unless everybody owns a one
or two barrelled long handled fire
arm pretty soon, honest to goodness
and old Pop Winchester, Dad Rem
ington and the whole Gun family.
They told me they wire goin' over
to shoot at the Country Club. Boss,
/ give you my word none of 'em shot
at the Club all afternoon. Off the
club is, was, and will be right, but
not or never at.
Ever play one of these pump can
non games, Boss? The way the fel-
lows play that l watched setms real
difficult-in-trick-it, if you follow ME
Seems they set a'time when they'll all
be some place, and then each one
waits so there'll be whole gang to
shake hands with him when he arrives
The first fellow at the meeting place
hasn't anything to do but stand
around and gauge the wind, and talk
to himself about all the rest being
late. Then the second fellow comes
and the two laugh a while, and then
each fellow looks over the other fell
lows gun, confident his is the better.
But to prevent any embarrassment
each one tells the other about the fine
gun one of the gang owns that hasn't
arrived. Between 'em they while the
time away and afore long all the
crowd is there, and the fellow that
arrived last is in a hurry to- shoot
first. They told me mona of these
pre-arranged shooting ARRAYS was
successful unless all these formal
ties were formulated.
I said to one of the fellows that
instead of each fellow driving over it
seemed to me they could assemble
quicker if they drove over in a few
autos, instead of each driving his
own, but 1 guess if they did that the
fellows on the back seat would all
have their guns hanging out the car
and someone might think the driver
was a chauffer cause, Boss, you can't
drive car and hold one of these shell
destrOyers out of the car so people
can see it. Can't be done And you
know a fellow riding a automobile
with a gun in his lap looks just as
good shooter as there is. It's out
where they play this pumpin' game
that you find out who misses the
most. Some of this gang ought to
count their MISE intead of hits. Their |
score would look better. You look
the score over, Boss, and see if I'm
right.
Well, to tell you how they play.
No book of rules or referee is used. |
Five posts with numbers on them are |
stuck in the ground and every fellow |
takes the number he thinks he can
shoot. If you feel like you can shoot
Phoebe you ask for the five; if you
think you can come out with Little
Joe course you want 4, and so one.
Each fellow shoots from his select
ed place five times. Out in front of
the posts a little green shanty is
built. Green so your eyes don't wa
teri and boy placed in there throws
out saucers made of clay. They call
EN- pigeons. The name is for psy-
biological effect. A fellow that keeps
thinking he is shooting at birds gets
good practice for hunting. Another
reason they call 'em pigeons, I was
old, is so the score keeper can say
bird" when the shooters hit. But
hey missed enough saucers over
here yesterday to enable new hotel
o furnish a dining room. Anyone
hat drinks their coffee out of a sau-
.er, Boss, sure knows what this
means. Next thing is one of the play
rs sets up box of shells on each
me of these posts, The fellow that
,lays this part is usually the one that
ellis the shells. He's laughing to
himself as he does it.
Well, now let's suppose all the ar
suments are finished about what post
he dice throwers are going to shoot /
rom. Number one says pull and out Y
.oes a saucer, Bang! and he misses.
Alley By comes up. Duke Calhoun
vas shooting number one. Duke /
rove over in his under-developed {
lincoln with the front visor open and G
-ot wind in his eyes, That's what he S
aid anyway. Maurice, or is it Nor :
is, Cochrane nochalantly emitted a 4
pull" and spattered the saucer all
yer the valley Pumping the old \
hamber he found it full of smoke,
nd as unconcerned as could be he l
lew every ounce of smoke heaven
ard. Then came Jawn Murphy