The Key West citizen. [volume] (Key West, Fla.) 1879-current, 1953-02-26

Grunfs stalwart Conchkonians say that
BY SID McPHID

stalwart Conchkonians say that
pompano or kingfish two or three
times a season is as much as they
want. And / know a beautiful
Cochkonianess who yearns and
yearns for the kingfish season to
come, and then, after she eats a
slice, she doesn't want any more
till the next season rolls around.
''Son, if grunts were as scarce
as pompano, they'd retail for SIS
pound, and, were they a season
able fish, like moonfish, pompano
and kingfish, all Key West would
take holiday to go fishing when
grunts came into season. Grunts
are always with rs, like our par
excellent climate, and for that
reason we don't fully appreciate
either them or it.
Don't misunderstood me, dear
nephew of mine. What / have
said applies Solamente to Conchs.
Strangers in our city, and there
seems to be couple of million
of them, wouldn't know a grunt
it it grunted at them"
Fishing q Poem
INK, continuing to scrape
through the bone to the marrow,
said:
"sidney, ripping rhythm ran
through Mrs. Margaret Fores-
mans lines about Jim noodle de
Flu, but she left the kid asking,
why don't you grow whiskers so
can pull emp It struck me the
poem wasn't finished. so, when
you hit us with another column,
add these stanzas to it:
"Jim noodle de Flu,
What you're going to do,
| In view of the way her praises
you've sung?"
s'I know it, ole boy,
! My treasurer and joy
She was till heard her spouse
flashing tongue.
Besides, there's the kid,
AS I've told you, Sir Sid;
He's snorting cyclone and
earthquake too.
| While was in a deep
And most restful sleep,
| He smeared my hair all over
with glue.
sBut Koodle de Flu,
What you're going to do?
You sidestepped that when /
asked it before"
"I'm a loving man
| From a peace-loving clan
| And therefore, Sid, ! don't like
to spill gore
I'm getting in shape
To stand at the tape,
And when I'm ready to start for
my goal,
I'm going to run
Like. a son-ofsa-g gun
And won't let up till ! reach
the North Pole"
Good English
Yesterday afternoon while I was
conversing with Pete Roberts, ~,
our piscatorial philosopher, his
| thoughts wandered back to the
time when Key Vests sponging
fleet numbered more than 100 ma
jor vessels.
"Sid, in the sos, the captain of
one of our sponging schooners had
come here from Cherokee Sound,
in the Bahamas. His nickname
was Me-and-Pa, and he was called
that because he often Dragged
about the feats he and his father
had done back home
He had been here six or eight
years when one of his nephews
from Cherokee Sound came here
to go sponging with him. After
the first trip, Me-and-Pa, his ne
phew and members of his crew
were standing together on John
loves wharf waiting for their
sponge to be sold, After the sale,
the nephew asked the crewmen:
"Any of youmongy going up my
way"
Me-and-Pa angriIy shook his
right forefinger at his nephew.
LOCKER here. by. You amt in
Cherokee Sound now. You in Key
| West, and we don't say youmongy
/ here. We say younay."
i EXTRA. ExTRAl
Il Yesterday my Uncle Charlie
1 Mendoza, while on Cow Key hunt
/ ing for a COW. was chased by q
snorting, cavorting bull. But INK
| was not afriad. He has had extern
| sive experience builfighting and
bull throwing In Spain and Next
co. and often went bull shooting
in the wilds Of Guatamala.
1 When the bull charged yester-
/ day. INK gingerly sidestepped. He
took off his red sportshirt and used
1t as o cape to fight the bull. After
dozen fancy and graceful side.
steppings INK grabbed the bull by
4 the tail and khrau tha hall