Orangeville High School - Red and Blue Yearbook (Orangeville, Ontario Canada)

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37 - Buckshot Verses Watermelo s- - by John Patterson Gr. X Now many years ago when I was a little wee lad there lived just outside of town an old bachelor with his dog, Ship. This old bachelor grew the most delicious watermelons for miles around. So e other little urchins of the neighbourhood and I had been contemf plating how we might procure some of these without carrying away a load of buckshot from his shot gun. One dark September night we formed up into platoons and set out. The trip of about a mile and a half was uneventful except for Bonehead running over the end of the culvert into the creek. we parked our bicycles about five hundred yards down the road and sneek- ed on hands and knees the rest of the way. About this time the heavens opened up and it started to pour so that by the time we arrived at our destination, we were thoroughly soaked and literally plaster- ed with mud. Our plan of attack said that we had to go around the back of the barn and so to the patch. we slipped, slithered and slashed through the ploughed field which now resembled a skating rink. As we neared our goal we heard a muffled Wglubu from someplace only to discover that Skinny had fallen into the water trough and couldn't get out. . a Finally as we were there, oroso we thought, we all set to carrying big round objects to the road, breaking only one when Fatty stepped on it with his foot and couldn't get it off. Suddenly from out of the stillness there came a howl. The game was up. Run for your life. Just then a volley of shots rang out and lead whistled over our heads. Desperately each grabbed a big melon and took out across the ploughed field with mud flying every way. Skinny, who had the foresight to see this coming, had tucked his under his sweater so as to have better balance. As we slashed across the field amid the hail of flying buckshot, clods of mud, and flying legs, we could hear the bachelor saying something to the effect that there were some boys in his garden. By now we were out of range and to the fence so we climbed' over and had just sat down when we heard a whoosh, plop, then skwish, only to see Skinny flat on the ground with something oozing out of his sweater. When we all crowded around him to help him off with his sweater, suddenly through the darkness we saw the remains of a nice V big yellow pumpkin. we had gone to all this trouble, risked our lives, and all for what? A collection of pu pkins. Well you can imagine that there were a few sad boys in our town for a while after that. There once was a fellow nam d Ray, Who fell off a big load of hayg When asked what had happened, He said he was flattenedg Did you hear what else he did say? by Bev. Hillis Gr. X