The Carbon County news. [volume] (Red Lodge, Mont.) 1924-1931, 1930-09-18
THE PHANTOM CHARGER

| was playing round of golf
on the Tiny-Mite Course with a
friend from out of town Yesterday
afternoon. When we reached the
seventeenth hole we found our
selves with even scores and the
suggestion was made that we rest
a few minutes so We strolled over
on the porch of the Central Hotel
and sat down in a couple of easy
chairs facing the course.
How do you like golf" | in
quired of my adversary by wa
of making conversation. Pretty
well' he answered, | used to be
a blacksmith before taking I'D the
profession of dentistry and feel
right at home shooting a ball thro-
ugh wagon wheel hub. You know
we used to pitch nickles at 'em III
the old days. There was one thing
Disappointing about learning the
game though he said, Il had al
ways supposed that a niblick was
something you eat like a pretzel
but find that the whole purpose of
! the game is so that one can keep
up his appetite in hopes that some
day he may be able to eat pref
zels and anything else that he
Graves. | take it, too, that many
people find considerable pleasure
in it but to my mind the golf
and particularly the Tiny-Mite CO.
urse fulfills a want and a need
that has nothing whatever to do
with exercise, pleasure or app
elite" 4'By the way, he asked,
chow much did the city of Red
Lodge pay Plunkett and Marine to
install this course ?" 81 don't know
what your driving at" I answered.
"Well you don't mean to tell me
that they put it in for nothing or
for what they might make off of
it, do you?" he asked, when l
was here a year ago that. now
beautiful lot was frog pond or
something of the. sort Uttered with
old cartons, tin cans and what not.
Now look at it, the. most beautiful
golf course in the state and yet
you tell me that those public SPIT.
tied citizens did it all gratis for
your otherwise beautiful city?'
Eyes, they did" answered. and
then | told him that when came
here ten years ago that lot was
known as Greenough Park. that
in its center was a beautiful ex-
panse Of water known as Virtue
Lake and that it was noted for
many years as the home Of our
tame frog. But one morning two
years ago last spring the town
woke up to find that the tame
frog was dead. After ten months
of winter it was so happy that
it sang for four days and nights
and the medical profession laid
it's death to acute carditis super
induced by complications of ly-
ringitis and overwork of it's vocal
organs. Our lay population of CO
urse didn't comprehend the tee
nica1 medical terms aforesaid and
so they understand in their simple
minded way that our poor frog
simply died of joy. You know
brides do that once in a while in
story books.
We decided to suspend our game
and cast lots to see who was the
victor when we reached the nine
teenth hole and then I related to
him the story of The Phantom
Charger, explaining that it was
we'll known to every man, woman
and child in Red Lodge and that
some day hoped to publish the
story as a matter of interest to
those who live outside of the city
and harbor, no belief in the super
natural. Many people are getting
so materialistic minded since the
last campaign that they are los.
ing faith in Santa Claus and the
telling or recalling of the story of
The Phntom Charger tends to
keep up their faith. political and
mythical.
But before beginning the story
of The Phantom Charger, let. me
assure you that every sentence,
every word of it is founded on
fact. It's authenticity can and will
be verified by the affidavits of.
our leading citizens should anyone
doubts its truth. So, listen, friend,
for your are sitting near the his
toric ground and some day this
scene viii be celebrated in song
or,I ctn,,xy