Last Saturday while Mrs. Lewis R. Tilson of Cullowhee and Misses Mary Louise Porter, Eva Baird and Cora Mock of Concord were driving to Franklin from Cullowhee, a groundhog disputed the right of way. Mrs. Tilson stopped the car and held serious converse with her companions as to whether or not they would let Sir Groundhog live. However, visions of roast groundhog, potatoes and gravy finally prevailed. The occupants of the car got out and gathered unto themselves many stones of various sizes, colors, shapes and weights. Hands, laps, hats were filled with rocks until soon enough were on hand to break the Hindenburg incl.
The groundhog, seeing stern determinations written on the countenances of these female Nimrods, decided to seek the hole from which he came on February 2nd. So deciding he ambled off down the mountain amid a shower of stones. A lucky throw, for which all participants claim the honor, took brother groundhog on the burr of the ear and “rocked” him to sleep.
With screams of delight intermingled with yelps of fear the poor animal which had trusted human nature too far was placed in the car by the victorious legion and was finally carried back to Cullowhee where a great celebration was held in his honor.
From the front page of The Franklin Press, Friday, June 3, 1925. A nimrod was a mighty hunter.
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