Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1922-04-02

come by Florida with him, but I
dunno as I like it so much. No, it
amt so bad here. and Uncle Nels he
pays for everything. Brings my
friend. too. She's Trilby May Dodge.
She's been talk actress. Trilby May,
but she amt gotta job just now. And
her Teller comes along. too. That
Barry Plat. He writes pieces for
actors to play in. No. Uncle Nels
don't do anything. He don't hafta.
He's rich. Uncle Nels."
She never left out that part, and
when her new acquaintance would
start telling about how we'll their
oldest boys were doing in the con-
tracing business. or how son-in-law
had just bought in on q grain eleva-
tor. Inez would counter with Uncle
Nels. the retired lumber plute. I had
quite a chuckle sketching out her
chesty talk to Barry. But he shook
his head.
"She ought to lay off that" says
Barry. mo need Of spreading the
news among a lot of strangers that
Uncle Nels has got money. Next
thing you know some of 'em will be
cooking up schemes to get it away
from him."
Fat chance they'd have" says I.
Besides, after one look at him, how
many would believe he had more than
enough to get back home with? And
anyway, he's too busy just now to get
into mischief"
YOU'D have thought so il you could
L have seen Uncle Nels hurry
through his meals to get back to his
horseshoe pitching. For it seems that
the old boy could throw quite mean
shoe and he'd worked we'll up in this
tournament they were having. Some
were even backing him to win the
championship. So when he wasn't
playing Off matches he was out prac-
ticine or watching the work of some
Of his rivals. And evenings he'd sit
around and tell US all about some Of
the clever stuff he'd pulled during the
day.
THAT Bill SINNERS from Indiana,
he amt so much" Uncle Nels would
announce. II pitched against him to-
day. Well. he gotta couple lucky
ringers and took the first game. but
then I warmed up and begun layin'
the shoes right against the pin. Uh-
huh! My eye gets good. I had either
a huber or a ringer most every time.
and I took two straight games. Let's
on he's champion Of Indiana. HUH"
Imagine a meek, dried-up little old
boy of sixty odd, who'd lived most Of
his life in the tall sticks, getting
chesty over his skill at such a hick
sport as barnyard golf!
81 guess Til have to watch you pull
some Of this clever stuff, Uncle Nels."
says I. Have you any important
match scheduled for tomorrow"
1t seems he had, so about $3.50 the
next morning Barry and I strolled
over to the park. But there were two
or three hundred Of them at 1t and it
looked like quite a hunt to find Uncle
Nels in that mob. Barry tried asking
some Of the spectators. Did they
know? Say, three Of 'em started tell
ing US at once.
THE Swedish wonder? says one
''sure thing! That's the big event to-
day and it's due to be pulled OF right
away over on No. 10 course. See
where the crowd is film up the
grandstand? That's the place. Better
hurry"
And say, we found that regular
bleachers had been put up. so a lot Of
people could watch at the same time.
Just like base ball game, only on a
small scale. Members of the tourna-
ment committee were already busy
smoothing the ground with rakes,
marking out the toe line and chalking
the iron pins. The official scorekeeper
came Juggling his chair and board and
took up his place on, the side line.
Then there was an excited buzz and
out stepped Uncle Nels and his OPP
ponent. They were introduced by
the referee with more or less flourish.
AUST like a prize fight" chuckles
Barry.
X X 4 4
r INCLE Nels is wearing a fresh
~ Palm Beach suit, but he takes of
the coat and hangs it careful on a
tree. Then he rolls up his trousers
and shirt SleeveS takes another hitch