The Waterbury Democrat., 1942-01-08

Has that got belly-appeal or hasn't it?" I said
 "Ouch!" she said. "Feederia!"
 'Feed-EAR-ia,' T said Spanish accent but good, American cooking. Come over and look at the grub wagon"
 Over the years, I've put lot of thought and work into my layout. don't believe there's anything bet ter on wheels. Jane Ann took it all 1n-table with benches to hold 12 at pinch, stove with a collapsible tin chimney at one end and q wash boiler underneath. the plates and cupI racked along the walls. and an overhead trolley, my own invention, for carrying filled orders.
 Its the neatest thing I ever saw in my life,' she said.
 All it needs is standing room for Its four wheels" I said. What do you say to dollar day?'
 You mean you want to start in business here?"
 "StartI' said. 'Listen, gal. I've spread my smoke and vowed the feeders i'll every state in the Union JhiH 10 years and better, and nov I'm about ready to be a violet by 3 messy stone for a spell. Whats that stretch of ground producing for you? Sparkleberry and ragweed. Could you use the money or not?"
 "Oh, could!" she said.
 Then, do We deal?"
 hvn,, bod ,,,l,o~, camel"
 Well, I didn't just exactly hap pen in on you" I admitted.
 She grinned at me. You're a dangerous character, Mrs. Bau- mer"
 Skip the flattery," I said. I'm dangerous cnly when reused"
 But this is side road" she said. "Nothing much comes through here"
 It'll be coming"
 How do you knoW?"
 Its my business to know about roads and what runs on 'em. There's short cut booked through here 10 hook up with the main route 50 miles south.' l got out my road map. Look. Here's Tambav. Two hoots and a holler doWn-creek the new bridge goes in. There'll be a detour set within a couple of weeks that1l begin to divert the traffic to us. And will we be sitting pretty! Here's Brandon, four miles west. Whats the hotel there? A dump. Leverton's 20 miles east with a two- by-four inn that's dying on it's feet from trying to put over big town prices. Beyond that is Welliver U. We ought to be able to cut in for a piece of the college trade. Con- petition? Not q decent feed joint at reasonable price for 50 miles either way. The gasseries have nothing but Bar-B-Q stuff, take it or leave it, and I'd advise leaving It. Start a classy feederia here and you're set. It may not be sight draft on the U. s. Treasury, but it ain't hay, either. By the way. who's the Hairy Ainu and why do you keep him in stockade?'
 Oh" she said, "he won't bother you. He's an Indian digger"
 You don't mean Digger h. dian, do you?"
 Hes a professor or something at Welliver University"
 "Dd he just happen in and build that picket fence around him?"
 No, there's some sort of ancient lease that gives the university a right to dig holes in my property"
 You don't like it, do you?"
 Not much. But there's nothing I can do about it."
 What say we go over and investi- gate him?"
 She shook her head. Not inter- ested. I don't like Whiskers. You talk to him."
 A signed work of art by Welliver University, warmly inviting me and everybody else to keep out, stared me in the face. I pushed open the gate and the worker looked up.
 We'll, was prepared for whiskers, but this bird looked like the play CTS bench of the House of David. Above the waise he wore pair of sun-glasses.
 Good afternoon, Prof" I said.
 He leaned on his pick. How do you do?" he said. Didn't you see the sign?"
 Sure, I saw the sign I said.