The Washington times. [volume] (Washington [D.C.]) 1902-1939, 1924-06-11

AH0 ptdCO was ucdu QulSL just ne
fore he sauntered inside. There was
a delegate from Oklahoma having
his shoes shined. another from New
Jersey thinking about it, and two
climatic others from California out.
side hoping 1t would rain.
/. The man in the iron hat came
in, shaking just little. His knit
tie had crawled over the rear OF
his wing collar until 1t threatened
to obscure the edge Of his neck
shave.
Gimme a gum" he said, nerv'
ously.
Hey, control yourself" suggested
the Oklahoman.
Wrought Up by Movie.
mo, don't want to kill nobody
explained the man in the gingham
clothes. 81 just came out of a
movie up the avenue. They showed
a war scene. 1t got me steamed
up. was all through the war. /
left in The middle of the show be.
cause I got to have the feel Of a
rifle against me shoulder again"
Gimme crack at them clay
pigeons: How much are your
Five for 10 cents" said the pro-
prietor.
The gingham guy dug deeply first
into his left pocket. There wasn't
a sou there. He dug more deeply
into his right pocket, finally pro.
ducing a dime.
The Californians came inside
eager to see the pigeons massacred.
Some Of the boys from Nebraska
and Kansas came in. too. Louisiana
and Maine sent in delegates.
"I'll have to park this cigar" said
the Bingham guy. "Smoking's get
ting me. Makes me awful nervous
Can't shoot straight"
Actions Deliberate.
The delegates began fidgeting for
action. They wanted blood. The
Bingham COOK looked for a clean
place on the counter to lay down
his cigar. There was none. He put
the rifle down while he got out
street car, transfer and spread il
on the ledge for his perfecto. The
delegates were breathing fast and
audibly.
Bingham Gus picked up the rifle
and fingered it lovingly.
II was a sharpshooter in the
army" he lied affably; gave jerry
hell"
The clay pigepns whirled around
The clay pipes danced on their
spindles. The white celluloid ball
shot up on its jet Of water and fell
back.
II shot a bear last month in
Canada" said the Bingham guy Ia
the mob Of eager spectators. well
here goes"
Bang.
What did I hit?" he asked
casually.
Nothing" said the proprietor
and four bootblacks, nineteen dele
gates, and eleven other persons
backed him up.
Smoking too much, I guess"
said the Bingham guy. II got that
bear between the eyes. I probably
would have put 1t through his ribs
If I was in the shape I'm in today
Here goes"
Boom.
The proprietor shook his head
sadly. The clay pigeons must have
smiled. They couldn't get out Of it.
just Warming Up.
well. I'm getting warmed up."
said the Bingham cook. The Cali.
fornia delegates went out to wish
for rain again.
Crack.
Nope" said the owner.
How many Is that?" asked the
iron hat.
Three"
"Three?"
Three"
you sure?"
yep"
"Three?'
Three"
Right"
Right"
Boom, and bang.
That's ALL" said Monsieur le
Proprietor. Five more viii cost
you another dime"
20. H." said the bingham euv and
fished. No dime. "I'm clean" he
explained. Nobody offered him one,
although ne spoke significantly of
his prowesS with a bean shooter
when a boy Of twelve or maybe it
was seven. The Bingham guy
sauntered out again, not at all
crestfallen. Some one in the crowd
thought OF wise crack and blurted
1t out:
you couldn't hit the side of a
barn."
What convention ever had anv.
thing like that?