Madison County Democrat. (London, Ohio) 19??-1958, 1950-11-28
IT IS the
DUTY OF ALL
HOUSEH0LDERS
TO CLEAR
= OUR
ca TOWN


men against the elements.
The scene opens at the Am
vet lodge at Madison Lake
during the Ohio State Michi-
gan game. We were all sitting
around listening to the game
and feeling pretty snug and
q bit sorry for the fool-hardy
fans at the game. Soon the
game ends and we prepare
to come into London but,
alas, we are trapped on the
read by drifts as big as sand
dunes! land we thought the
people at the game were
crazy!D
There is no way to get back
to the lodge and we haven't
enough fuel to last the night
anyway. What to do? Only
one thing find a farm
house but the wind and snow
blind us and we can't see
anything. Nevertheless, we
are familiar with the territory
and after much putting and
floundering we finally get
to High Point farm which is
owned and operated by Bud"
Bridgman.
We all tumble through the
back door. Some Of us are in
worse shape than others and
we help them remove their
frozen shoes and clothing.
It is as warm as a kangaroo's
pocket and we are soon tfaw-
ed enough to struggle into
the kitchen and devour a ham
and about twenty cans of as
sorted tidbits. A phone call
from Bud puts us at case
as Bud says the place is ours
but that he can't get home as
his car is in a drift and he's
staying at another farm. So
we all settle down to an
evening of fine entertainment
via television and telephone
conversation, Funny how the
girls won't believe the boys
when they are told that Mr..
Husband is snowbound! AS
one spouse put it :. Il don't
care il you can't get home!
You come home Immediately
or I'll come and get you!'
All me! During the evening
we receive a telegram as fol-
lows: To The Polar Bear Boys,
Madison Lake, Ohio. (the
telegram contained but ono
word "Mush" and was
signed, Admiral ByrdD
Byumby, the sound of as
sorted snores and heavy sighs
became the only competition
for the bowling wind and all
is well at High Point farm
:. for at least few hours.
Morning finds all hands
stiff from cold one of the
lads has unwittingly kicked
off the switch on the stove
during the night. Brrr, but
it's cold! The fire is quickly
lighted though and soon all
is tropical again. The smell
of coffee is heavenly and the
boys all open their choice of
cans and breakfast is served!
After breaking fast, a
couple of the more daring fell
lows don coats and gloves
and take sniff outside.
Still cold but not blowing.
Now comes the big decision
shall we try to get back
to town or stay put? About
half of us decide to make a
try at it. Some of us have
boots while others have no
gloves and some no hats. Fun
ny how inventive people get
when the chips are down.
Some of us tie sacks around
our feet. Another uses a tea
towel for a muffler. ALI of
us have the determined
look" (Do or die, stiff upper
lip and all that sort of thing.)
AS so off we go into the white
snow yonder. I am the only
casualty as / fall into a cat
tie guard.
Drifts, drifts, drifts. We
founder and wallow in the
snow. We pass car after car
stuck in the snow. Our route
takes us from the Spring Val
ley road to the Big Plain
road and thence to route 56
and into London. The trip
takes us about five grueling
hours. Finally we march IN
to London single file. The
only thing we haven't decided
on the trek is why in the
world Admiral Byrd ever
wanted to go to the South
pole in the first place. To us
there is nothing 50 useless as
snow. Our best regards TO
you, too, Admiral Peary!
And there you have the story
of q bunch of modern day
softies and their winning
fight against OF Man VIM
ter. .,4 -..--