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Frank Perry Walt Schoncman.

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The ARK is published twice each month,
t e stencil cutting and mimeographing
being done by and through the courtesy
of the State Office, Kentucky Emergency
Relief Administration, Louisville, Ky.

The Transient Bureau is not responsible
for any of the views or opinions ex-
pressed in this magazine, nor is the
accuracy of any statement made herein
guaranteed.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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LIBRARY
UNIVERSITY OF KENTUCKY

EDTOQEAL

We've been thinking about that four billion, eight
hundred and eighty eight million dollars to be spent on
work relief.

There's lots of us hoping we shall have an opportunity
to click on one of those jobs — even fifty dollars a month
is something these days.

Not much to wish for? Well, that's about as far ahead
as most of us have been planning these many days - just one
step ahead!

Not so long ago we used to plan ahead for a heluva a
long way. But that was before the ill wind of the depression
blew all our plans over the horizon.

So we took to the ARK as the best place to be in a bad
storm. Now the sun is coming up after a long night of dark-
ness, and we can see ahead again. In the distance looms the
Port of Peace and Prosperity and the smiling shores of the
Land of Opportunity. It will feel good to get back again.
Wonder if they'll l;t us go ashore?

If they do - we'll put five bucks on Omaha for the
Kentucky Derby!

—"Barnacle 8111".“ f.

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An open road and a wide road
That leads at last to the sea —
rThis is the meaning of summertime,
And the meaning of life, to me:

For I am weary of cities
When the sunlight slants from the west,

\ ”A And I think of an ocean singing

\/ it To the little ship on her breast,
f f‘ And I think of a road that beackons -
,_ / ,.\ Beckons and lures and calls -

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inf/R \‘1 Give me a tree for shade -
T"; /‘ i open road and a wide road,
‘ ( < \ )And a heart that is unafraid:
~ _ "\
._-~,—K ~\ 1/ Give me the courage for tramping,
\.,»~’——:‘:“: » -ir- And a soul that bids me follow
”'“‘,‘::_ f] “v; The path that winds to the hilltop
- ‘f‘ti‘fi‘ After it leaves each hollow,

  
     
   
 
   
   
   
    

*:~‘j;"‘:‘_‘\~— Give me a glimpse of ocean,
57’ ‘ Blue as the gleam of truth -

$3430 me the urge to find a world ":—
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An open road and a wide road -
And somewhere the far flung sea!
This is the meaning of summertime,
And the meaning of life to me.

 

 

 

  

C/X/WD a firm

The transient said to the around foreman, do we break rocks on this road
or do we work this road all around?

Replied the foreman to the transient, my lad you break rocks on this
road until no more rocks can be found.

Replied the transient to the foreman, I will roam this wide world over
and search from town to town,

Until 1 find a transient bureau where no rocks are to be found!

Speed Dawkins rides a fast motor cycle but he is not so fast in the
ring - Rawson's gloves were always in his face!

There's a lot of talk of the school at Blue Licks, but I wonder if tiere's
not some lady there. Ed. Gibbons has not misse a single night since the
school started.

Frank Pergram is a new addition to the carp police force — all he picks
up is his feet!

Geo. Hamil, who was on the sick list this morning, was limping on his
right foot. After sitting in his tent for a few minutes he got up and limped
on his left foot. Ho cant remember which one he limped on last!

Carl Hill, one of the boys who helped sing in tent 19 was called to come
over and sing. We thought he was coming over but he wasn't - he was going!

Kirchgessnor has worked 20 years as a carpenter and never been called a
caroenter. Now he says he's goin? to quit for he sawed a plank crooked the
other day and someone called him a wood butcher!

Marcus Petersen is getting some hair restorer — his hair is coming out
due to heavy intellectual deman4

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We also have a recreation room with
Ping Pong, a pool table, checker boards,
dominoes, cards, marazines and books.
This makes it a real place to spend our
leisure hours.

 

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We had a three legged race, and a
wheel barrow race. They fell all over
the place. James Armstrong and Robert
Steele won the three legged race, and
James Wilson and Shorty Johnson won the
Jheel barrow race.

-Walter McLain ;:/ ( 1 _
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The canteen is now open and operating successfully with John
Peace in charge, Tobacco, matches, cigarettes and candy are the standbys,
and the profits go into the recreational fund. Very convenient and doing
quite a business we understand.

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The Boys at Camp weaver, N.C. have all been given a 50% increase
in pay says the "Sextant - and makes no statement as to how much that
might be. Items like this leave us all a twitter!

***********************

Dizzy Dean, our esteemed truck driver, was eating in solitary
state the other morning at the reserved table in the dining room. In
comes Florend, who gazes at him in concern. "What’s the matter," he asked.
”Are you isolated?"

***********************

Pay day has been coming along with perfect refularity - every Friday.
Which same is much better than it used to be when it came along anywhere
from Monday to Monday.

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When hunger stalks the daywind and night is stark and chill,
Then marrow bones run hollow, the heart turns numb and still;
Song is an empty comfort, laughter an echo sound;
Conforndty's a whiplash to drive tamebeastsaround;

Love runs thin and bitter, faith is a brittle thing,

For . . . if the stomach‘s empty, how can the spirit sing?

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The editorial staff of the Wigwam
in Paducah received a fifty cent cut. A
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what not decided to walk off the job and
snag a rattler to Topeka. Their allowance

cut was restored before they reached the \ \\(
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railroad yards. That reminds - we were out /i@
50 cents too, but let off office detail.‘ 2 \\ bN””’/: ML

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To 'ell with the ’orses, I’ll
buy me a 'atI

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With the coming of Spring, many of the boys are making plans to buck
the OutSide world once again. Several of the old timers have left to seek
their fortunes in distant places with the aid of small bank rolls carefully
saved up from payday to payday. Maybe poser hands helped a little! We
wish 'em luck.

********************

Walter NcLain sends in some good stuff from out at camp. Ken Rawson
must be too busy boxing — this bird can really write if he would only
take time out to do it. Bill Carey usually comes across with something
or other — but most of the boys let it go at that. if you want to 838
your name in the paper — write something!

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Over in Shrianield, 111., they are starting a new system in the
Intake. Each client will be required to Sign an affidavit that he
requires emergency relief. The affidavits will be made out in the form
of an apnlication and will be witnessed by a notary public. One for
day duty and one for night duty. Must have had some chiselers over there.

********************

"Brown" Fox has a yen for pork chops — and anything else that's eat—
able aroun the place. We heard he sat up until two o'clock one morning
waiting for "Grey" Fox to come downstairs to the boiler room and fry some
pork chops over the fire. But somethine went wrong with the schedule.
"Grey" FOX cooked them in the kitchen and ate them all himself. These
night workers have funny appetites — must be the climate. "Dimples" has
been seriously considering cooking the cat!

*****»**************

Here's another bureau taking up education in a big way - Nashville,
Tenn. Aircraft, art, auto electric, business, carpentry, elementary
subjects, high school subjects, landscaping, radio, shoe repairing,

tailoring. The Dixie, a first class bureau magazine published there also
states geology and college subjects review have been added.

********************

"What's the difference between a
beautiful girl and a piece of cheese?"

"I give up."

   

"And they call you the "Great Lover."

*****x*

Here come the British, Bang, Bang.
*****i*
Miss Adams now has a brand new
1935 Chevvy in place of the other car
whose handle fell off the other day.

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They’ve discovered a rich gold vein a short distance from the Safford
Came. Operations on the new mine have been made in the utmost secrecy, but
it is rumored that quite a few of the lads will be riding home in new
flivers - and giving the girls a treat. This comes from way out in Arizona.
Well, mebbe so:

***********************

Shorty Williams is rushing some one down town these days and is
working nights doing up other peoples washing to get the necessary. In the
dining room the other evening he was presented with a cradle - we heard
he was getting married} How about it Shorty?

***********************

There‘s a commendable tendency to promote men from the ranks to
positions of trust in the bureau. On the rolls we now have "Check 'em
out" Carroll, Doyle Smith, Dizzy Dean, Fred Harps, Roy Taylor - and we
understand Cliff Gidley may be steward out at camp. Cliff deserves the
promotion and we hope it materializes.

***********************

At Fort Eustis, Va. the camp of 2000 men, they had a track meet
featuring 25 events on St. Patricks day. Cash awards totaling $100.00 were
awarded those claiming first, second and third of each event.

***********************

The hospital has had its usual quota of sickness - just such cases
as mumps and colds and so on. Dr. Adams operated on one of the boys for
appendicitis with his usual success, he’s done this quite frequently
and is very popular with the clients. Although the operation was a very
difficult one from all accounts, all went well. we have one of the best
equipped and most sanitary hospital wards in captivity, and real service
from the attendants, Bishop and Barton. Don’t let’s forget Ed. Reed.

***********************

Seems as though we have two grass widows here since JWD and LtS
went away. They both appear to be losing flesh and are grieving their
hearts out — so We have been told! But we are skeptical.

******************

    

Congratulations to Doyle Smith
in having attained to the dignity
of Night Watchman on the Staff. He
is quiet and efficient, and the job
has not gone to his head. Harps has
gone to camp as assistant to Lt.
Crutcher. Smith takes his place.

 

 

 

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DlONEEQS

A modern Mayflower will sail out soon, carrying a pioneer band of men
and women, with tractors, trucks and little children ~ all bound for a new
start up in the fertile Matanuska Valley of Alaska, 125 miles north of
Seward.

You bet it’s cold up there. The thermometer dips to forty below in win-
ter. In summer, the mosquitos are terrible. Winter and summer, its a long way
home.

But a forty acre farm in Alaska is better than a place on the relief
rolls elsewhere. At Least that's what a lot of men now on relief feel as
they beg for a chance to take their families up to this rural rehabilitation
project sponsored by the FERA. From all parts of the country have come re-
guests from modern Daniel Boones. An entire county in Texas wanted to go.

The FERA however, has limited this adventure to people now on relief
in Northern Michigan, Wisconsin, and Minnesota. It was assumed these hardy
people could best weather the cold winters and best understand farming con-
ditions there.

In spite of the gOVernmont warnings about the hardships, hundreds more
applied than could be taken into the group. After pruning the lists, the
officials selected 200 families, about 1000 persons, to make the journey.
There are many young children in the group for the average of the parents
is in the early thirties.

THE GOVERNMENT ALSO HAS SELECTED FROM THE FEDERAL TRANSIENT CAMPS some
400 men, handy with hammer and saw to help in construction work this summer.
These men will be signed up from May to October, receiving approximately the
0.0.0. basis of pay, $50.00 a month.

The first detachment of transietns, 120 men, will sail out of Seattle
April 25. Arrived in the Mantanuska Valley, they will get busy clearing the
woods and erecting the tent colony, to be ready for the first detachment of
settlers, about 75 families, and thc remaining 280 transients who will leave
May 1. The remaining 125 families will leave Seattle May 15.

By that time the transients will have some furniture; prindtive to be
sure, but substantial. They will have erected the community dairy. The tents
will all be up. The hospital will have been hewn out of the logs. The home—
steaders will start their farms. Each is to have forty acres. And in their
spare time they will help the transients build the houses.

 
 
 
 

The houses will be built of logs.
Each will have a parlor and a kitchen;

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sanitation. A good old fashioned oil t1, l
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Editor’s Note: All the above is by
Geneveive Forbes Herrick, who writes

for the North American Newspaper //fi/
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"What about that Capitalism you were going to explain?" prompted
Barnacle Bill.

"Oh, yes," we answered. "Well, the Capitalist claims Socialism
would reduce him.to the level of the man with nothing — and that the
man with nothing is that way because he has no brains - meaning thought
directed along the single path of money making."

"How do you get to be a Capitalist?" asked Bill.

That of course was an easy question to answer! Having read the lives
of all the men who have ever amounted to anything in a Capitalistic sense,
we felt fully qualified to answer. We had their word for it. We also had
ideas of our own which were somewhat different possibly.

"By having the kind of brains able to figure a long way ahead on a
business deal and then taking a chance,” we explained. "All Capitalists
are gamblers. Henry Ford gambles on the ability of the public to buy his
cars, and Samuel Insull gambled on the gullibility of the public to take
his word that his stocks were good investments. we have other kinds of
Capitaliststoo."

"The bankers, for instance?" prompted Bill.

"Yes, the bankers. They use the public's money, and by mixing it
with their brains, and taking a chance, they make money for themselves and
the public too. At least, that is the theory of the thing - in practice
it sometimes fails because the bankers fail to mix enough brains in the
formula!"

"And besides," we continued, "Capital is always scared somebody will
do it dirt, so it works on the principle of sock the other guy first.
Socialism, meaning the opposite of Capitalism, is rapidly getting the idea
and is beginning to take a fer socks at Capitalisnu"

"But how do you get to be a Capitalist?" insisted Bill.

”You have to have money," we admitted. "Getting the money is a problem.
Betting on the horses is one way to get started, but so far we have not done
much with that idea - we always run out of Capital just before the big winner
romps home."

"Is money so important after all?" asked Bill. He was watching a
young couple walking domaithc street, hand in hand.

”well, come to think of it - some of the happiest times
in our life have been when we had only a few dollars
and our dreams, and scum of the unhappiest have occurred
when we had considerable money. So after all,
money may not be the important thing in life.
We would rather have contentment than riches.

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“DAWN to DUST'

,.. ~/-\T THE KENTUCKV DERBY

Here it is. The Kentucky Derby. The most important part that
thousands have missed. While attending the Derby, many only show
up at the races in the afternoon, only seeing the horse which won,
which is a great thrill, but they missed the whole show by not see—
ing them prepare for it.

It is now 4.A.M. on Derby Day, about twelve hours before post
time for the world's greatest Classic. Little sleepy eyed jocks
arise from their quarters and take the Kings of Sport out on to the
track as the sun peeps over the hills. This is their day, and they
know it!

We see a few individuals out, railbirds with watch in hand
and mouth Open, watching the horses as they run by. Owners, trainers,
and stable boys are getting ready for the date on every horseman's
calendar — the Kentucky Derby.

We are now come to one of the track kitchens and stop for rolls
and coffee, and here a few talk about this horse and that one. Beer
trucks and pep trucks have started to bring the drinks already. A
few peOple have arrived, the men who keep the grounds in shape, and
a few sight seers. The ticket sellers are getting ready to go to
their boxes to sell tickets to the thousands who will crown around the
windows later on.

001. Matt Winn entertains a few friends with that famous Kentucky
drink - the mint julep. Newspaper reporters and radio men are getting
their sound and camera setups in position. It is almost noon now,
and a few thousand have already arrived on the grounds. The hot dog
stands and beer gardens are getting a big play, and men are selling
programs already for the greatest event in racing history.

The crowd is all in gay colors, and many are in sport wear. Some
came by bus, some in their own cars, and some walked. About 50,000
people are now on the grounds, and about 35,000 more are expected
for this afternoon's classic. This looks like being the biggest crowd
in the history of the event.

It is now time for the
first race, and many come up
to the rail to see the horses,
with the jockeys in gli tening Cw
silks of many colors. The mutualsg&‘\\J(
are getting a big play. The horses{Z[£(/(
parade on to the post and the , I
crowd roars "They' re off'" Thi
starts the program for the day,
The favorite wins and pays a 7
short price.

 

  
  
  
   

Quite a number of prominent:
people are in the stands. The Vic
President of the United States,
several Governors of States, with
Governor Ruby Laffoon of Kentucky.

 

 

  

 

And there's Mae West, Clark Gable, and other famous movie stars. Also
lots of business men from all over the country who are making this day
a holiday. Now and then we meet a few old friends in the crowd as we
walk around.

We pass the press box and see they are all busy pecking away at
typewriters, and radio announcers are telling the world what is going
on in ole Kaintuck on the colorful day. We stop at the club house and
see many owners, including Col. Bradley, Mrs. Vanderbilt, and the
Whitneys. Many others are there to witness the sport of kings - maybe
their colors will grace the winners circle this afternoon.

A few races have passed and the time is almost near for the Derby
to be run. About 75,000 peOple are here now, and millions will listen
in on the radio. The crowd is so big that you can hardly move, but
somehow we seem to get around. We are not at the paddock looking over
the horses for this race. The jockeys are nonimounting the horses
ready to go to the post, — the next one is the big one.

That race was won by a long shot and a few collect at a good price.
The people are getting restless waiting for the big race. There goes
the bugle. It wont be long now. The big band in colorful uniforms
lead the best three year olds in the country out on to the track with
their owners; the jockeys in new silks make a wonderful picture that will
long be remembered. The greatest thrill of any horse lover is about to
begin.

The horses are now in the stall gate, a new starting maching at
the track. Bill Hamilton is the starter, a veteran of many a Derby
and a flood starter. The jockeys are having a time getting the horses
in the gate.

And here they go - the crowd goes wild hollering ”They're off!"
as the horses rush like lightning past the grand stand to the first
turn. One horse takes the lead but is not much ahead. They go down
the back stretch like a bullet and make the turn. Jockeys are now
trying hard — an honor every jockey wants is to win the Derby.

Now they turn into the stretch almost abreast, all trying to reach
the wire first and the jocks are sure trying, using everything they
have — and here is the winner.

The big horse is now in the
winners circle with a blanket
of roses on his neck and a smiling
jockey on his back. Photo men with
cameras are all set to take his
picture, and thousands are still
cheering the King of the three
year olds for his victory every his
rivals. It’s a picture never to be
forgotten. a/-
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One more r es and the sun will
go to rest. Another great Derby has
been run and another great name will2?/
go up on the honor list of Derby win-
ners. It has been a great day. «

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Home war——
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Lt. Crutcher has stolen a horse. So the rumors around camp said so.

In Kentucky that's a heinous crime, as a thorobred is prized far beyond
any immediate menmer of the family - well almost!

So something had to be done about it. The Lieutenant was arrested and
hauled before the Court dOWn in the County School House. His Honor, Judge
Sampson presided, with the Honorable Joseph Morgan acting as Court Clerk.
The Honorable Marcus Petersen- the cussing preacher - was Prosecuting Attor-
ney, and the Lieutenant acted as his own counsel.

The Prosecuting Attorney called Mr. Snarsky as a witness, who swore
beyond all doubt that the Lieutenant had taken the horse from a Mr. Hunter.
Mr. Kirchgessnor, the camp carpenter, also unheld the testimony of Mr. Snarsky.
Things looked black for the Lieutenant. He hung his head as the Honorable
Petersen painted a verbal picture of the evils of horse stealing. Black
looks came from every side; even old men and women gnashed their teeth in
rage. "Lynch him" came the cry. Order was restored with difficulty.

The Lieutenant called on Mr. Nick Henderson, who startled the Court by
claiming, in his Opinion, Mr. Snarsky had the mind of a two year child. He
claimed to have caught Mr. Snarsky sucking on a rubber nipple, attached to
a bottle. Mr. Henderson's testimony appeared to carry great weight with the
jury. Mr. Henderson is the camp first aid man. His medical license was ex—
hibited in Court and read aloud to all.

 

Mr. Vance and Hr. Hoak also swore to the same and also produced a nipple

labeled Exhibit A. Mr. Kirchaossnor was called to the stand and under cross
. examination it was proved he had gotten up when the bugle sounded taps, under
? the illusion it was time to so to work. It appeared he had gotten up and
dressed and gathered up his tools and was on his way when seen. It was also
proved he was afflicted'vith Coffinitis, or the making of miniature coffins
which had been placed in other peoples beds to scare them to death. This is
i a very disturbing mental disease ~ due to overwork!

The Honorable Karcus Peterse was also nroved to have the habit of
getting up in the night and wandering around the camp with a lantern, crying
out — Weinies and Sauerkraut. It seems he was affected by the moon - and
the weinies.

Mr. Joe Morran, whose signature was discovered on the warrant, was also
proved to have been affected by standing in the steam of cooking weinies and
sauerkraut — and therefore was mentally unbalanced. At this time Mr. Hunter was
placed on the stand. He wanted to know what
the hell it was all about — why couldn't he
loan his friend the Lieutenant his horse if
he wanted to, without receiving a summons from
the Court?

Of course, with this evidence, the
Lieutenant was acquitted — but we wonder what
would have happened if someone had kidnapped
Mr. Hunter!

Mr. Vance and Mr. Hock were sentenced to
solitary confinement in tent one, on general
principles apparently. Somebody had to be
sentenced:

 

 

 

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“BUR [27w REM/SW”

Everything is Okey Dokey around here. The boys have been held in
by the wet weather of the past few days, and new arrivals have been coming
in spurts. Out to camp or check out again is the rule. We average from 75
to a 100 men a day now in the bureau, including colored.

Nothing of importance has happened lately. The colored boys are still
using the basement as a dormitory, and screens in the recreation room par-
tition off their part. They're quiet and orderly and well behaved. In the
dining room, the system.of sitting down at the table and having the waiters
bring the filled plates to us still persists. Very popular with everybody.

The magazines have been coming in slowly these past few days and no
books at all. Looks as though the Boy Scouts fell down on the job of
building up the library — but we render thanks just the same. The pool
table still needs a green baize cover, but there’s plenty of card games
and dominoes and checkers. The camp contingent of boxers have not been
around lately, but some of the boys went out to camp to see them.werk out.

With the coming of the Derby we have a "Paddock Room", a "Jockey
Ring”, and the "Stables" all in full blast. The eX-jockeys and race track
workers here are authorities for what's what - and every day we make mind
bets. Some of us - including "Tightwad" - have made millions! It helps to
keep our minds occupied.

Not much doing except routine work around the bureau these days. The
drinking fountain and the toilet in the recreation room are now operating
to everybody’s comfort. The weather is still cool enough for the furnace
to be in operation, and everybody is kept busy at some task or other
essential to the well being of the whole.

The first practice fire drill had us looking out of the window to
see whoinel was blowing his horn so long and loud - but everybody was
out of the building in record time. Out in front we have a nice little
flower garden well under way which will add to the beauty of the place
as time goes on.

 

 

 

The food is excellent and well -
cooked, and the waiters and kitchen B/LCS
crew are courteous and efficient. VVF )JA\/EIVC)
Everything is as clean as a new pin, - : .~
and the Operation of the bureau is Mu». [WA/CHAS OR IOBACCO
carried on with minimum of fuss A—~- """ ' :7r1*?"L--::3<:;::;:37~
and feathers. The darn place seems ““ 1‘ Y

to run itself - which is true efficiency.

But we're all waiting to see
what will happen to us when the work
relief bill goes into effect, and
what part we shall play in this
recovery program. If business picks up
this bureau will be empty in no time
- which is as it should be. SelahJ

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Establishment of a Federal Transient Camp at the Richmond
Reservoir on the Irvine Pike was virtually assured today, the
Louisville office of the transient bureau having approved the
plan.

A project application, made up in Louisville and sent here
for the signatures of the members of the Richmond waterworks
commission and Mayor Dave Powers, was signed late Monday, returned
immediately to Louisville, approved there and forwarded to wash-
ington for final approval.

Establishment of the camp will allow major improvements to
the municipal water works plant at a minimum cost to the city
of Richmond. Use of transient labor for the completion of the
spillway widening project, for raising the lower dam at the Lake
Reba reservoir and for moving the pumping station and constructing
a filtration plant is contemplated.

The transient camp location would involve the spending of
$64,729, the project application specified, with work beginning
May lst. It would include the construction of six prefabricated
steel buildings and several log lodges. Material for the log lodges
is available on the 440 acre waterworks reservation.

A tentative part of the improvement program.at the reservoir
is the creating of a park site, including the erection of shelter
cabins, building of outdoor stone stoves for the use of picnickers,
placing of benches for visitors and possibly the building of tennis
courts and diamond ball playgrounds. Electric lighting and running
water would also be provided.

-—Lexington Leader.
There you are fellows - all the latest information about

the project over in Richmond. Seems as though there'll be enough
work to keep all hands busy until the snow flies!

We haven't seen the place as yet, but from what we head
, about it the location is one of the best. Beautiful natural
6913;, surroundings and not far from.Richmond. Of course, it’s all up

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As the red light changed we crossed the street. hfith a hundred and
fifty bucks we had just won in a crap game - all starting from our
solitary two dollar bill No. X1254567890. How different things looked!
"Let's go down to Florida," suggested Barnacle Bill. "Its the begin-
ing of the winter season and there 5 sure to be something doing. er need
a little sunshine anyhow.

So a couple of days later we‘re parading around on Flagler St, all
dressed up in golf togs and giving the place the once over. Plenty of people
but not much doing. Our bank roll was low and we had to figure out a way
of getting through the season. we went out to the golf course. we're waiting
for a couple of dubs to find a ball out in the rough when Bill has an
inspiration.

"There's a gold mine right here we can work for the balance of the
season, right under our noses," said Bill. "Half of these folks know
nothing about golf; they can't hold the clubs right, they hook and slice,
they lose balls, and the pro’s are too busy to teach them. We're going to
do it.

"What the hell,” we objected. "Do you think the pro's on this course
will let us get away with that? With two dollar green fees the overhead
will eat us up. "But bill was already striding away}

The next day we had completed the arrangements. On a vacant lot
right down town near the parlc we put up a canvas enclosure. A banner hung
across the entrance "Golf Les sons Hhile You Vfait." Inside the enclosure
we had a couple of bull‘s eyes painted on the back stretch of canvas.

You could sock balls to your heart's content - and didn't have to hunt for
them.

”Here s the le yout: " explained Bill. "I'm going inside to wallop
balls against the canva so they‘ll make a l