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Sweetwater Reporter, Sweetwater, Texas
Friday, May 3, 1946
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Dead Man Chokes
Ambulance Driver
HOUSTON (UP) — Houston
Ambulance Driver Curt Harrist
says last night was the first
time he ever had a dead man
raise up and choke him.
With his siren screaming, Har-
rist sped to a hospital hauling
the limp body of a man, believ-
ed to be dying.
Slowly, the man rose in the
rear of the ambulance and a
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Ex-Mustangs Train
For May 9 Contest
damp hand gripped Harrist's
neck. A hoarse voice whispered:
"I'm going to get you."
Harrist promptly stopped and
fled, leaving the man alone in
the ambulance. With his white
face hanging out a window,
the man again announced:
"I'm going to get you and beat
the stuffing out of you."
Police and passers-bv helped
Harrist subdue the patient and
take him to a hospital. Doctors
say he wasn't dying at all. but
had been inanimated from too
many trips to the wine barrel.
He was given lodging in jail.
One week hence Mustangs!
and Kx Mustangs will eye each I
[other across a scrimmage line
in the Mustang Howl for the
! traditional tilt between the gen-
j erations.
K\t\s work-out daily at Ij
|>. ill., al Sweet Witter high
school in preparation tor (lie
routes!, which will lie .spon-
sored liy the Sweetwater
Athletic association in con-
nection with their annual
sports Carnival. The present
Mustang squad is in the
midst of their spring train-
ing period.
Bulldog Turner, one of Sweet-
! water's professional footballers
| of national fame, is assisting the
| Exes in mapping their campaign.
Offensive efforts will normally
' be operated from a T formation
j and standard defenses will be
I used as the situation demands.
Abner Gill, letterman of the
era, will be captain of
| the Ex-men.
Unorthodox, perhaps, hut
the Kxes have been granted
a right seldom seen on the
gridiron. Each time the
Exes go into a huddle a dark
complexioncd little hoy will
run ontc- the tield with a
clip-hoard in his hand. On it
will be a list of the tactics
to lie used by the Exes, and
the captain may take his
pick and relay such choice
ti his team mates. Some-
thing new has been added to
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CHAPTER I
'J'HE railroad tracks followed the
curve of the bay, running along
the high bluffs above the beach.
Directly below, on the beach, fish
houses and lobstermen's shacks
stretched in a ragged line along
the water's edge, and on the other
side, a half mile inland, the vil-
lage lay in a trim pattern of gray
and white. The hard-surfaced
road ran straight from the village
to the tracks, then turned and
edged diagonally down the steep
bluff to the back of the fish houses.
At the crossing stood the depot,
the ornate, dirty brown passenger
station on one side and the freight
station on the other. The freight
station was simpler and dirtier.
Its single window, facing the bay,
was stippled by driving sand and
encrusted with salt, and the bright
sunlight of a late August after-
noon, struggling through it, was a
mere buff-colored glow on the
blackened floor inside.
A Model A beach wagon, its
varnish long since gone and re-
placed by paint of that shade of
brown traditionally used in duck
boats, its tail-board chains rat-
tling, stopped beside the loading
platform. The freight agent, a
long-faced, loose-jointed man in
overalls, was waiting beside the
platform with a claw-hammer in
one hand and an ax in the other.
1
Illustrated by Walt Scott
After another long wait the dog walked stiffly out of the crate.
Elbe grinned and motioned with
his head toward the crate.
* * *
'T'HERE was a squeaking of auto-
mobile brakes in the parking
space outside, and a voice callcd,
"Where's the mad dog?"
Ellie said, "Don't take long for
blood-shot eyes and bared teeth. !
"See?" said the agent. "Crazy
As the car stopped, he stepped as a coot."
on the running board and leaned i "Don't look very reasonable,
across the girl in the seat beside does he?" Ellie asked mildly.
the driver. "He's wild," he said. ' "How we gonna go about gcttin'
"Crazy as a coot. Hear him?" ! him out of there?"
From inside the freight station j "If he was mine," said the
came the muffled barking of a j agent, "I'd shoot him first and tilings to get around, does it?
dog, angry and incessant. Eld- ! take him out afterwards." j Who's out there?"
redge Daniels scowled and climbed | Ellie looked doubtful. "Tie's a i Debby stuck her head out of the
out from behind the wheel. He j present," he said, "from that, doc- j door. "Lot of summer people,"
was a short, muscular man of j tor I guided last fall. He swtd he | she said. "Four cars full of 'em.
about 40, broad in the shoulders: was a good quail dog." He stood ; Bart Wyman and all them."
and broader in the hiDS. with a | with his hands on his hips, his | She took the gun and went, back
square jaw and bland, wide-open feet apart, scowling at. the dog. j to the window. She put it to her
eyes. He walked with a swagger, "Come all the way from Tennes- shoulder, drawing beads on var.i-
a lifting o£ the legs from the hips j see. They got lots of quad in j ous spots in the room, then held it
that drew the eyes irresistibly to [ Tennessee." | ready across her stomach, her
his wide rump, and there was an ! "I'll bet he eats 'em," said the thumb toying with the safety] Ellie
air of energy about him as he i agent. "And what he can do on stationed himself beside the door
went to the back of the car, let Tennessee quail don't tell you with the bat, and the agent leaned
down the tail-board and took out
a baseball bat. a length of rope,
and a double-barreled shotgun.
Debby Weeks sat still in the
front seat and scowled, too.
She was Eldredge's wife's half-
sister, a slender 19-year-old girl
with a quiet, watchful face. Her
hair was neither long nor short,
falling raggedly to the collar of
her gray sweat shirt, and it was
Die uneven brown of weathered
corn silk, a brown that was shot
nothin' about how he'll be on Cape
Cod quail."
Ellie was listening. "Good
blood lines, too," he said.
The agent looked at him scorn-
fully. "Good blood? Look at him.
Look at that head. You think
that's a good-looking bird dog?"
Ellie nodded, watching the dog.
"That's how I come to get him.
Couldn't get nowhere in field
trials on account of his looks. The
with black and with pale copper. Ugly °"? °t( 'he Iitter' ^e doctor
tfer cheek bones were high and says' That haPPens. know
prominent, her cheeks thin and
chiseled, the tan on her face like
beach-grass in autumn. She eyed
the agent stolidly, then turned and
watched her brother-in-law as he
slipped a couple of shells into the
gun.
"What are you gonna do, Ellie?"
she asked. She, and everyone else,
bad been calling him "Ellie" ever
sinre she could remember; it was
hard for her to remember now
that his first, name was really
Eld. edge.
"Weil, let's see him," said Ellie.
f"JEBBY slid out of the car and
followed them in, walking like
a boy in her low sneakers. The
sweat shirt was loose and long,
covering all but the legs of her
dungaree trousers.
As they opened the door, the
angiiy barking subsided into a
steady, angrier growl. The crate
stood in the middle of the floor,
end through the slats the dog was
a shapeless bundle of brown and
•white hair, ruffled and matted and
shaggy. They tiled in, and slowly
the head emerged from the mass
of hair, an over-size head with
"Well, what are you going to do?
Shoot him, or take a chance 011
gettin' chawed?"
Debby, standing in the shadow
beside the window, spoke in a
Voice that was husky and low.
"We ain't going to shoot him in
there." They both turned and
looked at her. "Guess you wouldn't
feel so good if you'd come all the
way from Tennessee in that
thing," she said.
Ellie threw his head back and
looked at her, his eyes wide.
Then he nodded. "That's right,
Debby," he said.
"Give me the gun," she said,
"and you open the crate and jump
back. If he takes after you I'll
knock him off."
The agent looked at Ellie quos-
tioningly. "Can the girl handle a
gun?"
"Sure she ran handle a gun."
The agent, turned and glared al
Debby. ' You got the nerve to
shoot him?"
"Sure she's got the nerve," said
Ellie. "Go ahead.
said."
The agent shrugged. "Okay. It's ' around his collar and led him to-
your funeral. Only if he bites me ward the door.
I'm goine to sue you." I (Continued on page 3>
his ax against the wall in back of
him and knelt beside the crate.
He pulled the nails on the top
of two of the side slats. The dog
was still growling. Then, reach-
ing for the ax. the agent stood up.
He waited until the dog was look-
ing the other way before he bent
the slats down against the lloor
and sprang back to the wall.
They stood still, watching the
dog, and for what seemed a long
time the growling continued. Then
slowly it fell off, like an alarm
clock running down, and started
up again, tentatively, and stopped
again. Slowly the head came out
through the opening, low, sway-
ing from side to side like a cor-
nered bull. And after another long,
wait the dog walked stiffly^out. of
the crate, his head still down, his
eyes half shut.
He shook himself. Then he
opened his eyes and shook himself
again, and again and again, and
he turned and bit at a Una on his
back. When he turned back he
raised his head and stood still,
panting, looking up at Debby with
eyes that were blood-shot and
oozy.
"See," said Debby. She leaned
the gnn against the window casing
and slepped toward the dog with
her hand out.
"Look out," the agent shouted.
She looked at him scornfully.
"Crazy, nothin'," she said, and she
leaned over and stroked the dng's
head. He stood there, still pant-
ing, still looking up at her. "Toss
Do like she j 1110 that rope," she said, and with
j the rope she took two half hitches
Test.- at the University of II
iinois College of Agriculture at j
Urbana. III., show that there is I
three times more vitamin "A"
content in mow-cured hay than I
in field-cured hay. i
Elm Grove Addition
Iti'sli'leti'il to one l'.nnil>
dwellings. No gjiriigc apart-
ments. Minimum of I2IMI feel
floor space, except 7."M It. on
12th Street. No old houses
can be moved on lots.
J. C. MORRIS
Phone 2564
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their lives.
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WINNING THE COIXEGE
tennis championship at .Mary
Hardin-liaylor college is only
one of the attainments of at-
tractive Miss Carel Calhoun,
Fort Stockton, Texas. She is
also an accomplished pianist
having appeared in the college
annual spring student recital.
Miss Calhoun is a junior al
Mary Hardin-liaylor.
the old hall game.
More talent eon id lie used mi
the Exes line-up, and any per-
son who has been a Mustang al
any time may join his old mates
by reporting to the daily prac-
tice. Coach Ney Sheridan urges
all those interested to take part
so that the team of former sea-
sons may have a stronger line as
well as plenty of reserves.
The game will be played und-
er lights on the night of May 9.
The Sweetwater Atheltic asso-
ciation has arranged for several
colorful events in addition to!
I the football classic to complete j
a niclu's entertainment for
I sports enthusiasts, and prizes
are being held for lucky persons
| among the spectating throng.
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Suffolk Downs Race
Course Af Auction
HOSTON M'l'l — A darkhorse
bidder from New Orleans has
bought control of lucrative Suf-
folk Downs horse race track in]
Boston.
The purchaser is William i 1 < • I -
is, a wealthy oil man who paid
! the unprecedented price of
■ (i(IO.I)flO at auction for the track.;
The race course was built I'm
wars ago for .S2.7HO.OllO.
It took just 12 minutes to eon-'
elude the first public sale of a!
| major race track in the '.'niied .
j States. The deal involved near-j
ly 15.000 shares in the Eastern [
Racing Association.
Helis — the highest of eight
bidders — may not even know
[that he owns the track. The bid-1
j ding was made for him by John
l'appas. a wealthy importer and
I grocery store owner in Boston,
l'appas sa.vs his instructions
i were to go the limit in the bid-
ding.
British Challenger j
Comes To America
j NEW YORK — H'Pi — llirk
} Burton, the British open chain- 1
pion who offered to bet *.">00 he j
could beat Byron Nelson on Eng-
lish soil — has agreed to try it
on an American golf course.
He'll get his chance during the •
I (ioodall Bound Robin champion- !
i ships at Mamat'oneck. New
! Virk. in a special .'Ui-hole match.
The tlist IS holes will be played
: at the Winged Eoot. club on May j
?! th. | rior to the opening round j
■ of the tournament. The second |
IK will he played the next day as ]
j part of the regular competition.
There's no official new - on the
| size of Burton's bei against. \el !
son, or if he will bet. However, !
the British champ will have all |
expense : paid. Thai at l«-a t, will
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