The Republican. [volume] (Oakland, Md.) 1877-current, 1931-12-03

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boat and an old-fashioned horse and
buggy on Monday, 1 could have used
all the modes of travel on my return
from the "Windy City" (Chicago),
and if this column is little windier
than usual this week don't blame it
on President Hoover or the depres-
sion, like everything else, but blame it
on the fact that was up in the air
on Monday and maybe haven't come
down to earth yet.
Anyway, fifteen or so years from
now when 1 relate how 1 started from
Chicago in an airplane and couldn't
get from Cleveland to Pittsburgh, due
to cancellation of reservation on &C
count of weather conditions prevail
ing, everyone will wonder what man.
ner of ramshackle old blackboard
planes they used in those times.
Not being very familiar with the
upper strata, l never realized that
riding in a plance could be as bumpy
as a motor boat on Deep Creek Lake
when the waves were waving. just
couldn't seem to get used to those
brief tips that brought my floating
rib clear up to my esophagus and
windpipe. 1 went "boop" every time
the wind went "zoop." asked sea-
soned veteran of the air in the seat
beside me what to do and he told me
to relax, but after an unusually
heavy zoo-o-o-op, when saw him
frantically grabbing for the seat in
front of him, I decided knew about
as much along that line as he did.
But the zo-o-o-op-ing wind brought
us in about an hour ahead of sched-
ule, only to find at Cleveland that the
Pennsylvania air lines had decided to
lay in for the day because the plane
carried no umbrellas.
Reverting back to the railroad, I
arrived in Pittsburgh three and one
half hours late to find Terrence Tam
burini and "Doc Yak" Yutzy disap-
pointed because they had not been
able to see me step forth on Belts
Field, Pittsburgh. They had the
camera set and their hats ready to
throw into the air, with the saluta-
ton, Hail, the flying Dutchman!"
but to no avail.
Met Miss Lola Belle Green, for
mer Oaklander, in Chicago, and was
astonished to learn that she reads
Scoops column, both inside and out
side, every week.
Also met Mrs. Scoop in Chicago
where she is attending the National
All Congress. She also reads this
column-when not too busy.
A letter comes from John Smith,
of Oakland, with some good poetry. l
don't know whether he has Poca-
hontas to help him or not, but any
way, here are the poems, written, he
says, because the deer season is in.
May his tribe increase:
A hundred years ago today,
When neither you nor were here,
Man put powder in his gun
And went out to hunt the deer.
But things are different nowadays
They have a different plan
The dear puts powder on her face
And goes out to hunt the man.
AND THIS
When the punk is on the pumpkin
And the ache is in the corn,
And the cabman drives the cabbage
From the patch at early morn;
When the kidney beans were kidding
The string beans for string,
A cow slipped on cowsllp
And strained her milk, poor thing!
$50
d. Boon Draws Bead
Drug store gossip about the deer
season is to the effect that the one
that Web Ravenscroft and Jim Treacy
brought in had halter marks about its
head, indicating that it had been tied
up all summer in expectation of the
open season; that the one Bill Brown
ing carried in looked like a veal calf
and had a bell attached about its
neck; and that the one John O'Haver
brought down was already down on
it's knees praying when the fatal shot
was fired.
Jim Kerins and "Butsy" Hart al
most got one. They had just entered
the woods when they met four men
carrying their pet buck out. Jim says
they had removed his private tag
from the antler of the animal before
shooting it. y
Of course, now, if Scoop should
happen to get nice juicy deer steak
he would be glad to retract any state
ment he might have made in reference
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