The Indianapolis times. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1922-1965, 1935-12-20
Squaring
The Circle
With
McCREADY HUSTON
McCREADY HUSTON

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Il wild turkeys have been liberated
in Indiana and that the Department
Of Conservation hopes, by protect
ing them, to restore this almost ex-
tinct bird in numbers great enough
to permit little hunting. This is
just one small part of the effort to
bring back the America that was
The movement is noticeable all
over the country. In New York,
during the winter, the state police
men when on horseback, wear COON
skin caps with the tail hanging
down the back in true Daniel Boone
fashion. I look forward to the time
when Indiana huntsmen will let
their hair grow long, tied with a
piece of rawhide.
Conservationists are among the
best citizens of Indiana. They
caught the great outdoors before it
was too far gone a few years ago
and jerked it back. They stocked
the streams with fish, built hatch
cries, turned game loose, laid out
state parks began opening play
grounds in all sections of the state.
Sportsmen tell me that the de-
partment as constituted at present
is doing a great job. I am glad
to know that. I would hate to get
up early some morning to shoot
deer and come home disappointed.
HOTEL keeping has developed
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local places the chef makes the
breakfast coffee strong, the lunch
con and dinner coffee somewhat
weaker. He says that's the way peo-
pie like it. Maybe so. I like mine
to taste like vitriol at any time. On
learning this the cook said all l
had to do was to tell the waiter and
he'd see that my coffee was thrown
over" two or three times more. I
was little puzzled as to what
throwing over coffee meant. And
was too timid to ask.
In the same hotel a Waterman
comes around during the night and
tries your door, If it is unlocked
he raps and asks you if you want
it locked. 1t gives you a jump to
be awakened by a Waterman, but
suppose it is valuable service to
the absent-minded who go to bed
with their doors unlocked.
What to give for Christmas is the
problem acute. Some people have
customs Of their own which identify
them. I know an Indiana woman
who always sends each of her
friends a single poinsettia. This
flaming red tropical flower makes a
cheerful splash in a room rivaling
that of the Christmas tree. 1t lasts
about as long as the tree and re-
minds the recipients of the affec-
ton of their friend all through the
Christmas season.
Another woman makes peanut
brittle and puts it in gay boxes
which are distributed on Christmas
eve. This is a friendly and init
mate custom which I have always
though typical of Indiana matrons.
THE best of all, however, is the
n friend who sends around bags
Of genuine buckWheat flour. This
permits those on the list to make
the old-fashioned buckwheat cakes,
which were "set" the night before
and allowed to raise" in the heat
of the kitchen stove.
Can't you close your eyes and see
your mothers yellow bowl, filled to
the top with the gray batter, all
full of bubbles? When you had
eaten about a dozen buekwheat
cakes, cooked from that on an iron
griddle, creased with a piece of
bacon rind, you were fairly we'll for
titled for the mornings work.
OF course you've seen that lunch
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rollers and officials eat at all hours.
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