Route 3, Muncy, Pennsylvania
Before the week was over they were picked up by the authorities
as a pair of ‘wanted’ run-aways and returned to their homes
many miles away.
One other occasion a young man who had unusually large feet came
on the job with his large feet encased in brand new shoes – and
immediately his shoes became a target for all tobacco chewers on
the job. He was given the job of ‘carrying away’ and that
made him an easy mark, but he had the last laugh. He was just too
quick for any of them!
He’d see a charge coming from any direction and with a quick
jerk, the ‘splat’ would arrive and shoes just wasn’t
there! All day long they tried hard to get him, but nary a speck
did his shoes get all day.
One day I was going to thresh for a man who was well up in
years, and stoop-shouldered and very quiet spoken. I had moved in
the night before, and as we all arrived the next morning he was
busy sweeping his barn floor. We all noticed he had on a new pair
of dark trousers and a new denim coat.
As every man came in the barn and saw the new garb the first
question was, ‘Where was the fire?’ Finally he looked up
from his sweeping and said, ‘Gee Whiz, can’t a man put on a
new pair of pants but what they think there’s been a fire
sale?’ All forenoon he was chided every time he’d go to do
anything – they’d say, ‘Now watch them pants!’
At noon there were only five men to sit down to dinner, so the
good wife decided to sit down and eat with the men and there was a
good bit of good natured bossing among the men of who would sit
where, for Pappy would want to sit beside Mommy with his new pants
on. He was so dry-faced through it all we didn’t know if he
took offense or not, but his aged wife got a whale of a kick out of
I was possibly one thresher in a dozen that never used chewing
tobacco, but for mischief’s sake I kept a paper of Beech Nut
scrap in the tool-box of the machine and it soon started to
disappear by snitching chews. This was just what I wanted. The next
paper was spiced up with shredded Indian turnip, and it was no time
at all till chews that were hardly messed up, were spat out with
strong words, and the blowing began. One guy said he could easy set
the straw-stack afire by blowing his breath on it.
I had a quarter pound of fine ground pepper hidden on the
machine I was going to have some fun with some of it if the right
time came. It went for a long, long time before that time came. The
men in the wind-breaker taking care of the straw began razzing the
men in the sheaf mow to get a move on and give them more straw. The
pitchers had the hardest job, so I got the pepper out of long
hiding, and pretending I was making adjustments, I fed the pepper
into the stacker fan in a small stream.
I barely got away from the machine till the sneezing began. One
small sized man sneezed so fast he sounded like a small gasoline
engine running! Another big husky man let out a loud ‘AAH- CHOO
– HOOO, say, what’s tore loose down there? AAH – CHOO -HOO,
blankety-blankety-blank!’ Had those men known what I’d done
I might be running yet!
The last incident happened during the years after I discontinued
all threshing. My neighbor had a John Deere tractor on rubber and
he asked me to do his threshing and let him use his tractor to
furnish the power. This was very suitable to me but his tractor had
no coupler on front to back the machine in the barn when he brought
My engine was stored under the straw-shed in a high corner of
the barnyard, well-covered from chaff and dust. It had stood from
November to August, and knowing I would have to get it out to push
the thresher back in the barn when we brought it back home, I had
it all serviced up ready to use when the time came. While getting
it ready I discovered that big black shiny bumble-bees had made a
nest between the cylinders and the transmission case, but I kept
When the time came to get it out the neighbor wanted to do the
cranking. Old Bossy, the cow, was standing close by, her eyes
half-closed chewing her cud, and at the first snap of the impulse
starter the Titan was up and at it – and so were the bumble-bees.
He hardly had the crank hung in its place till he grabbed his cap
and began swatting the air around him and ran, and at the same time
old Bossy came to life with a ‘Baarrak’ and went down
through the yard with her head and tail up.
You could tell every time either one got a jab as they would
jump higher. Bossy became so enraged she got down on her fore knees
and gored a manure pile furiously.
I kept the relief valves slightly open so that the smoke and
fumes coming up around me kept me safe from any attacks.
All the while we were coupling up and uncoupling, he kept on
swatting and swearing a blue streak.
When he started home on his own tractor he stood up rather than
sit on the seat, and kept rubbing certain spots on his rear as he
went out of sight.
I let the engine run idle for about twenty minutes and that
wrote ‘Finis ‘ to what was left of the bumble-bees.