The Waterbury Democrat., 1934-05-31

ranted to make any Satan p' Avenue wish he were back in I shall not theorlse upon. tho ori. gin Of these torrid spells. Some say Vnshington's sizsiers generate In the galleries of the Halls of Congreas from when the hot air spreads and settles upon our citl- scns like some new fangied war gas.
 such slz:lers occasionally occur when Congress is not in session. Some Washlngtoniang conceive these pyrotcchnlcs to Dc the con. trasts sent by an aii-wiso pfovl. dencc to heIghton the other charms Of our beautiful city; . state of mind comparable to the way folks look upon tornadooS In Tulsa.
 Sitting feeding the pigeons ir Jackson Park ono mid.July day, the temperature in baseball par. lance batting above n hundred. ] was not surprised to hear lad wearing q genrsucker suit exclaim:
 "Iiot enough to fry eggs on the Bidcwalk!"
 1 would have paid scant atten- ton to this familiar exaggcration had not geargucker's mpanion---' a lad burdoned with a bulging grip ---hnlted directly before my bench. He dropped his grip. He d0ffed his straw hat, wiped tho sweat band, mopped his sweat.cosing forehead '" "Hooeyl If one thing gives me q worse pain under my back collar. button than another It's that cock. eyed blah. NeurtS"
 "Binh, eh? Wanna bet2"
 Sure. How much?"
 Like all human beings my inter. est quickens when ] hear n wager proposed; be it horse racing, cleo. ton bets, or the outcome Of tho World Series. But kept on fced- Ing my pIgo0ns---they were flaming thomselyes with thoir wings to keep Gool--slsing up Bearsucker and his pal ag just two lads who might stake tw0.bIts or such.
 Then out of hIg pocket Scar. sucker pulled q roll big as an car of green corn. lost interest in my pigeons. Wetting his fingers he began dipping ever hundred dollar bills. l could soc the figures. "yVANNA BET
 A GRANDW
 "Wnnna bet a grand?" he said.
 "Sure. Wanna make It two, pIker?"
 Godfreyi If the othor lad didn't pull c roll round as m elephants tusk. a.ha .a.a.nn. 1 said Co my. self, brace of gGngBterB. At that minute an elderly wight wearing pongee pants and Q blue shirt and sitting beside me on tho bench, pushed his elbow Into my ribs.
 "Hear what them kids 'er sayin'?"
 Pongeo Pants snapped the sweat from hls forehead.
 "Wohder if yer kin2 Fry esgs mean; sure hot enough"
 laughed. Nonsense. That's just what the rhetoricinns call ny. DOT. .bo.lo." l said airing my knowl- edge. P0ngoc Pants famed his face with his feathor.wcight straw hat.
 "Maybe 50, but ! don read bout that In tho weather reports. I'd kinda like to see cm make n OK. perimont---"
 4 v0iC0 lntefrupted,
 "Sny mister, can you tell us where we can buy a couple or eggs round here? We're strangers"
 ono of the betting boys, tho ono Juggling the grip, addrosyed me. Jackson Park faces the White House. 1 know there were TO chain grocery stores nearer than Ponn- syiynnIn avenue and Thirteenth street. l told the lad 50.
 "Comc on, Sid. Baidy here says VIC cnn buy eggs down tho avenue away"
 I opened my mouth to chide him. but the beat forbade venting
 "Be they agoin' to try tY" Pongee Pants, sweat beading hla forehead like paint bilsters, popped tho question in my ear.
 Sure" injected Sid, "we're goin' to decide this bet. Como up and see us,"
 Pongee Pants manifested con siderable excitement. Learned later he had bcpn gnuger at the Bu. reau Of Standards, and as l had nothing more important to do at the moment--shouidn't oyer-feed pigeons in hot weather---f picked up my coat and followed.
 Pongee Pants, his eyebrows shifting I'D and down, followed too. telling folks we passed about