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Show 124 had gone to town against her advice, since the river was high. She was so sure he would drown on the way that when she heard Papa yelling she thought it was Dave and came down the lane rehearsing over and over: "Oh, that damn fool. Is Dave in the r i v e r ?" When we put up hay in the barn Macel and I were delegated to drive the team to pull up the loaded hayfork at the other end of the barn, engage it in the trolley and pull it to the position to be tripped. At this point Papa would yell: "All right, " the fork would be tripped, the cable which came down our end of the barn would go slack and whip itself around our legs. This was our cue to pick up the double-trees, back the horses to the barn and begin all over. One day Ernie Hampton, two blocks away, was out calling his brother. "Oh, Alvie! " "All right! " Papa yelled. "Shut your damn mouth, " Ernie yelled back. "All right! " said Papa. Macel and I were so convulsed we could hardly perform our part of the function. Papa had almost conquered his swearing when he got the Studebaker, but it behaved uncommonly unlike the horse-power he was used to. Like many a farmer turned chauffer, he was used to pressing on the brake where the gas pedal now was, and his usual method of stopping when he got rattled was to plunge his foot on the gas, pull back on the steering wheel, in lieu of lines, and holler "Whoa! " The first time Papa went to Richfield after he got the car he drove into the garage which had, fortunately, an open rear door. Unable |
