I went
around to where he had gotten in and went in the same way,
climbed up over the five or six feet of baled hay and then down
toward him. He ran over the bales faster than I could climb. Back
and forth, around and around we went. Finally I got him in the
south part of the shed. He was tiring and I was already tired. He
looked at me. I sort of fell toward him, giving out a big yell.
He got a big scare and climbed those bales toward the hole he got
in through like a mountain goat. When I got out the same way, he
was half a quarter away and going strong. He must have been a
hungry calf by the time he found his ma.
This will conclude the agricultural lecture for today.
THE GRAND CHAMPION HAM
November 18, 1953
Honorable Frank J. McCarthy
Assistant Vice President of Pennsylvania Railroad
211 Southern Building
Washington, D.C.
My dear Frank,
Your Thanksgiving, or if you prefer, your Christmas ham deluxe is
on its way, . . . part of an unbelievable success story to New
Englanders and others east of the Alleghenys who feel that
everybody or everything good must originate east of said
Mountains. . .
Some six or eight years ago, a young fellow bought out a
combination locker plant, meat market and grocery store in
Waveland, Indiana, population about 500, and four miles from
Russellville.
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