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Lethbridge Herald, The (Newspaper) - May 15, 1973, Lethbridge, Alberta Tuesday, May 15, 1973 THE UTHBSJDGE HERALD f Fraser Hodgson Airhose adventure was a real blast! There are so many serious and sad things happening every day, that it is a welcome change when something amus- ing comes along. The daily papers carry pages of deaths, wrecks, shootings, and angry demonstrations from dissatisfied people, but very seldom does a funny in- cident shew up in print. It could be they don't get reported, or maybe some newspaper editors th'rk news has to be tragic to be worth printing. I'm sure more of the humor- ous side of life would come out if ths editor heard about it, but he can't print what doesn't come his way. I remember a very funny happening that couldn't be reported till it was too old to be live news. My pal Ron Richards and I were about 15, growing up in our home town of Swift Cur- rent in good old Saskatchewan, when it happened. Ron and I did just about everything together, and didn't bother much with gangs or girls, and learned about life like any other pair of kids in the early twenties. Our parents kept track of us as well as they could, and we weren't allowed out prowling around town after nine o'clock at night without a very good reason. Or.e of these few was the 14th Canadian Light Horse, a mil'iia unit that we belonged to along with 60 or so other kids in town. We had uniforms, kit bags, and rifles, and everything but horses. Every Thursday night was parade duty in the little armory on Railway Avenue, and usually lasted till p.m. SHORT CALL We often made a short call to our shop on the way home, to visit the night watchman. Bill Watson had worked for dad a number of years, and when work got behind and a night shift was necessary, Bill got the nod and often was the only one on duty. Bill really wasn't a watch- man, but we called him one, and he cleaned the place up a little and did some light ma- chine work. He was usually very conscientious, and work- ed at something till 2 a.m. quit- ting time. One night on our weekly can we found him curled up on a bench sound asleep. We didn't sneak in trying to catch him asleep or sitting doing nothing, but when we saw him we didn't slam doors or talk very loud either. SNOOZING We figured he'd soon wake up, so stood around the stove and rolled cigarettes from his can of tobacco. It was getting near 11 o'clock and time to go home. Bill was still sawing away on sleep he missed the day be- fore. We walked over nearby and looked at him snoozing peacefully. He never moved. Bill had shoved tools and parts to one side, used a bunch of rags for a pillow, and lay on the bare planks with his coat over his shoulders. The air line was looped around the vise at his feet, and that gave both of us a fiendish idea. We carefully pushed the hose np his pantleg, almost to his knee. The airline had no fancy pushbutton volvs