The Indianapolis times. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1922-1965, 1936-04-01
Sq,uaring
the Circle
HILL
THE HoOsIER EDITOR

TT may be rushing the season lust
i little but those who look for
first robins and other signs of the
spring arrival may count this one I'D
to experience.
I am thinking about fishing
trip-nos Of taking one, but Of one
which WAS taken some time back
and the one story which should
bring the fisherman and hunter of
little beastie together for the first
time.
It was on a shallow stretch of
a northern Indiana lake and the
bait was an artificial plug. The
fisherman, orthodox conservative
and teetotaler that he was, al
most had what our forefathers
called conniption fit when
his line went taut, then rose into
the air, circled and squawked.
He caught mud-hen.
NE were talking about what to
" do with this country and this
one glib fellow suggested that we
give the country back to the wooden
Indians.
They are almost extinct around
town, but we hear of several in the
provinces. Not SO many years ago
the market value of the authentic
wooden Indian was placed around
SIPS. but this was when people were
buying Dickens "firsts" and hoping
they hadn't paid more than twice
what they were worth.
It, comes to mind that there used
to be a real wooden Indian on w.
Westinghouse and another at the
other end of the downtown district,
but we haven't seen them for years
and suppose they are now Cutting
the wooden Indian market some
where, unhonored and certainly
unsung.
A FRIEND OF ours had the quaint
4 n idea of manufacturing these
unique signs which every cigar store
worthy of the name used to display,
but the spirit of the thing wasn't the
same-we doubt if it would have
been much of a commercial sue
cess.
He thought every one wanted a
wooden Indian, but we feel that
what. every one wanted along that
line was perhaps to talk about
some one else who had wooden In
dian. But we may be in error.
II
ID ICKEY, a bow-legged little mutt
~ of a dog, and the honking
ducks at Lake Reginald Sullivan
have fierce game of make-b believe
warfare every Sunday.
The duckss serenely sailing on the
lake, provoke Hickey to a kind of
canine mirth. He hides behind a
favorite large rock 10 feet from the
waters edge, and when a covey of
ducks comes close to shore he shoots
out into the shallow water barking
madly.
The ducks retreat in confusion.
When they get safe distance out
they stand up in the water, ruffling
their feathers, and honk indignant
ly. It happens several times in an
afternoon.
The strange part of it is that the
first time hickey met duck he beat
it with his tail between his legs.
CATURDAY, two tall, bashful
~ high school boys wearing let
ter sweaters stood irresolutely be-
fore local burlesque theater. They
stared at the posters and then con-
ferred together.
Finally, deciding they had the
nerve and the cash, they plunged
up to the ticket window.
At that moment, the steady
stream of cars passing the theater
halted and a horn blew wildly. A
middle-aged woman in car packed
with basketball fans leaned out the
window and shouted, "Yoo hoo,
Johnny"
The boys turned around and,
recognizing neighbor from the
home town, blushed a deep scarlet.
An elderly man with dropping
whiskers and frayed gentility
watched the incident with quiet
amusement.