The Bluffton news. [volume] (Bluffton, Ohio) 1875-current, 1941-09-04
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Erin, the energetic hunting dog
belonging to Arden Baker of Kibler
road, frustrated in normal instinct
for sleuthing game, has taken to the
neighbor's utensils. Mrs. Harry
Bogart, living across the street,
turned her back just long enough to
see Erin grab her pairing knife and
scoot off towards home. After a
bit of cajoling on the part of Mrs.
Baker and Mrs. Bogart the knife
was retrieved.
Some of the town boys have been
hiking out to Davis corners, located
on the corner of route so and the
Lincoln highway, to see the free
movies given there every Monday
night. Enjoying the show most
recently, via the bike route, were
Neil Schmidt, Elmer Stonehill, Robt.
Phillips, Dick Rockey and Robert
Beemer.
Monday surely was a hot day TO
go through football calisthenics, so
opined several dozen Button High
school stalwarts, all hopeful of be-
ing Pirate gridders during the COM
ing football season. Shade was re-
garded as most blessed thing.
Bob Watkins, star halfbaek and
captain of last years championship
Pirate eleven, stopped in to see us
Monday morning. Bob is working in
Chicago and while home on his va
cation said that he just couldn't re-
sist the temptation to go down Mon
day morning for a workout with the
boys. And incidentally, he gave us
a subscription for the Bluffton News,
saying that he by all means wants
to keep up on Pirate football and
basketball during the coming school
year. Bob's sensational broken field
running will long be remembered by
Bluffton football fans.
Expecting to find a wild west
novel, we were overwhelmed when
we saw Jim Patterson, spending
part of his Labor day vacation in
car parked in front of the News
office reading the classical literature
of Shakespearean dramatic produc-
tions. Jim says that the cold logic
of the great dramatist helps him to
keep cool on humid days. Which
brings to our mind the thought that
a new field in mental therapy might
be the prescription of reading mat
ter in accordance with the mood or
feeling of the patient. There's a
gold mine, my friends, for some
one with little promotional ability.
One of the pet turtles belonging
to Charles Tripplehorn, son of Mr..
and Mrs. Murray Tripplehorn of
South Main street, ran Cor should
we say crawled) away and was
found several days later in the back
yard of DIR. M. d. Soash, neighbor
living across the street.
Despite the most urgent and in
sistent instructions on the part of
Eugene Benroth, workmen who de-
livered dirt needed for fill at his
residence, dumped all three loads
Give tons each) on the front yard.
Gene specifically ordered that two
of the loads be taken to the back
yard. While Gene was ON his vaca-
tion the workmen did not follow the
orders and dumped all of the dirt in
one heap. Now the young man is
busily engaged in carting wheel
barrow after wheelbarrow to the
back of his house. And in addition
the dirt filled up a drain ditch that
had to be dug out again by Benroth
in order to place the tile. Labor
day meant just that and no more, he
said.
Bluffton mushroom hunters stood
outside the News window and mar
veled at the giant puffball exhibited
over the week end. The fungus was
found by Joseph Thompson on the
Mrs. Mary Luginbill farm west OF
Bluffton and weighed six pounds and
two ounces.
Farmers near Bluffton are getting
plenty mad about the practice OF
dumping garbage along the high
ways. Some of the farmers turned
detective and on opening one pack
MIJNSON R. BIXEL. nj. ID.