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Edgar began, "When I was young our family was very poor. I had always wanted a bicycle but my father could never afford one for me. One morning he got up and looked out the window. There, leaning against the house was a bicycle. My father said, "Edgar, where did you get that bicycle?" I said, and these are Edgar's words, "It's like this father. Last night as I was walking home, a girl came along riding the bicycle. She said,'Hop on! We'll go for a ride.' So we rode for awhile, then she steered us into the park. We sat down on the grass for awhile. Then we lay down on the grass. Then, she took off her panties, and said, 'Edgar, you can have anything you want.' The pants didn't fit, so I took the bike."
For a minute you could have heard a pin drop in that auditorium. Then the laughter started, and rolled until the raftters shook
Those poor ladies must have been scandalized. As far as I know, none of us even bothered to thank them for their kindness. We were probably preoccupied with plans to seduce their daughters at the first opportunity. |
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In St. John's there was an establishment that rented pedal bicycles. For a few dollars you could get a bike for a day, and another chap and I used to rent them to visit a couple of girls at Donovan's Siding, near Topsails. But this tale is about a Saturday just after payday when three of us, Crandal, Barney, and I decided to get some liquid refreshments, rent some bikes, and pedal out to Bowring Park.
We went to the liquor store on Water Street and bought some Sloe Gin, because in our unsophisticated taste for booze we thought it would work slowly, some Teacher's Highland Cream, because we thought is would be rich and creamy, and a bottle of the good stuff, Canadian Rye Whiskey. Then we set off for Bowring Park.
After a couple of snorts out of each of the bottles the inevitable happened. Soon we were riding up and down the walking paths, strictly against the rules, of course, bumping into each other, and enjoying ourselves immensely. We were soon ushered out of the park and we headed for home.
One of the bikes developed a faulty wheel, a condition that was not improved by getting a few kicks from an army boot. We returned the bikes to a very unhappy bicycle shop owner. I don't remember, but I hope we paid for the damages.
Crandall, mentioned in this tale, was killed in action. |
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I Become "D" Coy, Company Clerk |
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One day I was summoned to "D" Company's office and was offered the job of Company Clerk. The clerk who preceeded me was a pleasant chap, somewhat older than the rest of us and probably because of the age difference did not associate with us. He was also a drinker and I think that is why he was replaced. We never saw him again. |
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Having a grade 10 education I was probably one of the better qualified academically to fill the vacancy. The job would be interesting, not too arduous and best of all would keep me off the parade square. Although I would still have to go to training exercises I was exempt from the daily grind of small arms training and other manouvers. Of course I accepted. |
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As Company Clerk my job was to keep an account of the details of the happenings in the Company, such things as , "Sick Report", "Absentee Report" and a "Parade Report", "Detention Report", etc., and to turn in a daily report to Major Parker. It was not easy to juggle the figures and I was often tempted to cook the figures, a little, to make them jibe. But, I didn't though it was quite an accounting procedure for a 19-year old. |
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