The sub., 1944-05-25

bled over a briar and dropped the box. I was so mad gave said box a kick and tooth picks went in every direction. When I got out of bed the. next morning, To and behold, the telephone com pany had a crew of men in that lot cutting telephone poles that came up that night from the tooth picks that I had unknowingly planted the night before.
 Here is another: About some 87 years ago Q'm just fifty years old now), was sent out into the mea- dow with a scythe to now some meadow grass to bed down the stock with. It was so hot you could see the heat coming up from the ground Ca good August day). While moving I saw a big black bear come out of the woods. I quickly unhung my Scythe and using the blade for the big kill I expected, I put after that bear as fast as the good legs I have would carry me and believe me, I would got MT. Bear only the snow was so deep I could not run fast enough.
 Still another: While on a short vacation in the wild and thinly settled town of East Hartland, Conn, I was asked to go on a deer hunting trip. I got up at daybreak the next morning and had my wheat cakes and syrup. We got off on an early start. We had tramped almost all day and had not seen anything, but once saw something move. Once I mistook one of our party who forgot to wear his red hat for deer and fired at him. It was a good thing that this happened early in the fore dinner. Just before dark we found ourselves about four miles from home, hungry and tired, with a few bullbriar scratches on our faces to make things more un- comfortable when all at once
 
 I looked up and saw three deer running right at me. I only had a single barrel shot gun SO I shot the big buck in the middle. Quick 1y dropped my gun and put both arms straight front, and as the other two deer passed me I ran my arms down their throats and turned them inside out, so that they ran the other way. That gave me time to load and reload so that I shot all three deer. The East Hartland boys wanted me to join their gun club; but as I think my self too good for small town clubs, I rejected their offer. Be- lieve 1t or not-by Bob Hayes.
 Last, but not least, the educated dog from Salem. After reading this story if you want more in- formation contact G. Halla, main yard; G. Banks, victory yard, or Perry, south yard as these are the only men who can out-smart this dog. His name? We'll, I'll tell you. It's Bolo. He hunts only what you go after for example: If you want rabbit, that's what you get - if you want squirrel, Squir- rel you get. One day I started out after quail. After reaching my fa- vorite hunting ground up flies quail shot this one and re- loaded up goes another and I reloaded again-this kept on until I had fourteen birds. Then I went over to see my dog, Bolo, to find out why only one bird went up at time. Here is what I saw. He had driven the birds into a hole and had his foot over the hole and was only letting one out at a time. After went home told my wife I'd fool that dog on the morrow. I was going fishing. When I felt the house the next morning, there stood Bolo with a can full of fish worms he had dug for me while ] waiting for me to get up. This dog earns his milk bone-what do you think?