Imperial Valley press., 1937-10-17
W AMBLING
NEPORTER
Lose SOmething?--

Now and then RR's nobility Of
spirit comes forth in an outstand-
: ing service to the community. This
)is one such occasion. If you lost a
, radiator cap or a gas tank cap at
the football game here Friday night,
it might be worth your while to
drop in at the police station and
survey the collection of sucI. gadg-
cts found by Wally Hanna in a
vacant lot near the football field.
At least three of them would fit
RR's machine-but he didn't lose
one.
Paging Buffalo Bill
DR.. o. H. Van Eman, resplendant
in yellow shirt, 20-gallon sombrero
and boots, was not entered in the
Post-Press pet parade, RR learned.
He was going, according to reports,
to rodeo at Victorville.
Subject OF The Day F..
And now for the days most en-
tertaining subject-the pet parade.
That's why RR got so little work
done today, and that's why a be-
draggled little kitten, quite well-fed
and remarkably tame, reposed Sat-
urday afternoon in the Post-Press
window. Somebody lost him-or her.
If no one calls, the Post-Press here
after may have an Office Cat.
The Female Wins
One Post-Press staff member is
a a.friend to the younger generation,
but a pain in the neck to the old
sters. An Ell Centre resident appear
ed in the office Friday night with
his very small daughter.
"Say-you can't enter horses in
the pet parade, can you?" he asked,
shaking his head sternly all the
while outside the little girls line OF
vision. The staff member glanced
down. The little girl was nodding
her head violently, outside Papa's
line of vision. 1t was a dilemma.
Finally young charm won.
Sure" said the S.M., MY own
sister rode one last year."
The pair departed, Dad casting
Hdark glances backwards and daugh-
ter beaming happily.
Item of Business
Bob Hatton tore into the mass
of papers that completely hiu his
desk. He was extremely busy. Then,
adding the final straw, an acquain-
tance dropped in to talk of some
more business.
I'm too busy" exploded Bob.
i've got to go home and build a
harness for two ducks"
Yessir, That's Him
In case you didn't know, that big
chap in the pet parade with the
streaming red hair and the huge
painted freckles, who practically
brought down the house, was none
other than the sedate Charles Pro-
vence, attorney-at-law. He was out
in the interest of the 20-30 Club
dance, which is worthy endeavor
if ever there was one.
Among Those Present
Edith Small, daughter OF the C.
H. H. Smalls, was original, to say the
least. -Four house flies were impris-
oned in her exhibit under the sign:
Our Pe(s)ts."
Bob Breaks Down.
r. p. (Bob) Moore, the sedate,
the polished, the suave gentleman,
but withal the camera enthusiast,
stopped his shutter in mid-click
while he gaped at the TINY kitten,
tissue-paper collar broken, which
threaded its way careleSsly but
happily among the feet and legs of
the pet paraders.
Some kids heart will be broken"
Bob calculated, and Immediately
,RR was treated to the sight OF the
)ignified Bob crouched, sometimes
almost crawling, stalking the kitten
through the forest of legs. Tail wav-
ing, immensely disdainful, the fe-
line was unmindful of Bob's pur-
suit until his hands closed on her.
So was some child's heart saved
frnr, hraa hing