The Waterbury Democrat., 1941-06-18

produce market SplASAeS and bNA~ bles on tho hot highway, ia a rapidly widening stream, 10 runs toward both ditches and spreads an even coating of bilious oil over the surface of the road.
 precariouSly, Angus makes his way through the ankle~deep but ter back to the truck and climbs Into the box where the butter Is still clinRlne to the walls and sloShing around the floor, lie grabs Q shovel from betwen the SlatS in the roof and scoops hundreds of packages from the front of the truck where some of the unMelted butter is still standing under its own power,
 Ia a few minutes the road looks like the State Highway Depart. mentS engineers, even In their fllghtlest moods, could never have imagined it It Is barricaded with butter two feet deep and the citches on each side are beginning to look like an oily version of the JohnStown flood,
 Angus slides out of the truck and slams shut he doors, He SeidS back to the cab and hops la, After Q few bad starts, the wheels ind enough traction to get away,
 Angus can already hear the roar of a motorcycle getting louder and louder just before he pulls away and he is only a few hundred yards down the road when he looks into his rear~view mirror and sees the trooper bending around the curve at Q sped that makes Angus vince,
 What happens then happens so fast that afterward Angus never can remember anything clearly He Is glad he can't sec the troop CTS face, All he can see is . mo- torcycle spinning around like a top with lot of butter shooting up like Q geySer, Then, suddenly, the spinning stops, and the cop isn't on the motorcycle any longer but is shooting down the well- greaSed pavement on his stomach,
 Angus can't bear to watch any more, He concentrates on the road ahead until just before he reaches the crest of hill, He takes one final look, The trooper is sitting in the ditch, his head buried in his hands, It looks as if he Is sobhing,
 Angus wishes he had taken the troopers name so he could send him Q box of cigars or something when he gets to New York, He Is glad of one thing anyWay-the butter is practically all gone ex- cept for Q few gallons still sloGhing around the floor,
 Angus stops at the neA- filling station to get a last tankful of gas and to study . road map, It will be better if he gets of this high. way aS soon as possible. If tho trooper ever pulls himself together and telephones his headquarters, there may be further unpleasant in. cidentS,
 It Is after 0 the next morning when Angus pulls out of the Hol- land Tunnel and finds himself In the middle of Manhattaass trafllc, The flrstt hing to do obviously Is to soo the mayor, Maybe the mayor has heard about Adoreen, If Angus can tind her right away, they can start back for Caleb before mid. night and it is possible that Mir, Wittenbaum will understand about the butter and everything,
 Angus is driving along Q narrow street with q lot of automobiles shooting out at him from slde streets and stopping dead with screeching brakes within a couple Inches Of his truck, He Is reflect. Ing on the incompetence of New York drivers and Is keeping his eyes peled for the city hall when he hears chorus of sirens and his heart ShrlnkS,
 By the time he pulls up to the curb, he Is surrounded by six po- lioemen who pile out of three cars,
 The biggest ono pushes back his hat. What's the big Idea, BuddyP DO you know how many lights you erashed9"