The Galleon, Volume 2, Number 2, March 1926 Page: 19
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THE GALLEON
but we don't have one
ten years. I can't stay
but I want you to think
it."every
longer,.
aboutThe farmer left him without
receiving much encouragement,
but the printer was evidently
considering the proposition; for,
when, a few minutes later, he
took some proofs to the typist
to read, he said, "That's a pret-
ty good thing John is offering
me. Just think, any day I want-
ed to go fishing, I'd go. One
thing sure, when I sold cotton
or corn, I would have , he mon-
ey. As it is here, I somertLnes go
until the middle of the next
month before I get any pay. It
is embarrassing to me to have
men coming around with bills
the first of the month, and I
don't have a 'dog-gone' cent to
pay with. It wouldn't hurt him
any worse to pay me one time
than it does another, and I am
gettin' tired of it. By granny, I
have to live the same as he
does."
Everybody from everywhere
came to the great event of the
season. Families had saved tick-
ets for months with the proba-
bility of getting the Ford. Tour-
ing cars, roadsters, trucks, and
a few wagons and buggies
crowded the streets. Dirty-faced
children ate candy and ice
cream cones. The heat waves
danced; the trees were in sol-
emn stillness; yet, the people
came in throngs. A large box
almost filled with tickets was
placed on the platform.
"All tickets in-just three
more minutes to get your tickets
in," came from the manager of
the affair.
Jack Printer was in the office,
standing on first one foot andthen the other. The large press
was busily grinding, while there
were six people from Frog Creek
asking questions:
"How many papers can you
print in a hour ?" asked an old
lady as her child hung on her
arm and cried for another ice
cream cone. "Well. I don't see
how in the world that paper can
start over there and come out
printed and folded. Ain't that
strange ?"
Her husband was equally cur-
ious. "You send the paper to
lots of people don't you ? I
think-Son, get away from
there; you ain't no business a
prowling around there. Just
look what you have done."
All of Jack Printer's perspir-
ation was not the result of the
July day as he picked up the
galley that had been knocked
from. its place by the meddle-
some child.
"Well, I am thankful that
they all got out alive," he said,
as he came to the front part of
the office wiping the ink on his
once white duck apron. "I want-
ed to get out there to see who
got that car. I know I wouldn't
have that much good luck.
Never had anything given to
me in my life. I'll be switched it
I am going to stay in this hot
hole all my life and answer fool
questions."
"Come here, son," said the
mayor as he lifted a small boy
to the platform. "You put your
hand in the box and get a tick-
et." A hushed silence came over
the great crowd. Everyone was
nervously looking in he direc-
tion of the platform. The mayor
called out 69503. A bustle ard
hurry of voices, with every per-
son looking thru his long list of
tickets! Five minutes passed,19
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