Doctor Williams was one of the very few persons in the room wealthy enough to travel at his own expense, but some of the other men present had done some traveling at government expense. They had been in World War One and had traveled to boot camp, and some had even sailed to Europe and back. Ed Mozley was one of the well traveled ones. He had gone all the way down south to Washington, D.C., as far west as Syracuse, New York, and to Europe and back with the Army. But it wasn�t his extensive travels that made him so famous.

Mr. Mozley was a renown writer of songs. He plunked away on a dollar and a half guitar and wrote down on paper all the notes he played.Naturally, as the leader of the �Down East Players, Dancing, and Singing Musical Company� he played at all the square dances and every fancy function that required his special kind of music. Nobody recalls to this day the number of beautiful songs he wrote but you may remember a few of his better ones.

1. Chickens Have Pretty Lips But They�re Not For Kissing.
2. Head For The Treehouse, Grandma, Gramp's Too Old To Climb The Tree.
3. My Hen Laid A Square Egg And Died.
4. She�s A Two Left-footed Dancer.
5. When The Moon Comes Over The Out-house.
And of course my very favorite Italian love song.
6. If You Get A Bite On The Heel And It Feels Like An Eel, That�s A Moray.

He wrote a real pretty song that probably would have been a big hit, but nobody found it until after Mr. Mozley died. It was called The Rams Lament and it started with these tearful words. The ram ran over the clift because he didn't see the ewe turn.

   Mr. Mozley served his country well and even got a pretty medal for good conduct. He ducked thousands of bullets fired by the enemy, and returned home without as much as a scratch. He was a decorated war hero and the pride of our whole community. There were two sad things that happened to Mr. Mozley.

He hadn�t been back home in South Lubec very long before his house caught  on fire one night and burned to the ground. He ended up losing all the songs he had written and that probably accounts for them not being better known. He also came down with something he picked up in Europe and got sick and died. (The mortician did such a good job of prettying him up that half of the town didn�t recognize him as he lay in his coffin.)

After three days he was laid to rest in a tomb in the local cemetery and for a full week people came by and placed flowers

all around him.

   Ten days after Mr. Mozley�s demise, Earl Curan was slowly driving by the graveyard (he had to drive he was too drunk to walk) on his way home from a grange dance. He heard such awful sounds coming from the tomb it pretty near scared him sober. It was dark so he waited until the next day and took brother back with him to see if the he could hear the sounds again; and he did.

   �We�ve got to do something,� Mr. Curan told his brother. �Call the sheriff or someone and tell them what�s going on."

   �Everything here is fine,� his brother Phil said, �don�t worry about it.�

   �You call that noise fine?� Mr. Curan said to Phil not understanding how his brother could stand the awful sounds.

   �Aayah, everything here is fine,� Phil said as he turned and walked toward his car.

   �That noise you hear is Ed Mozley playing his music in reverse. He�s laying there decomposing."