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En Garde, whole no. 4, Winter 1942

Page 7

page 7.

TRUCKIN' ON DOWN TO TUCKER'S

Oh Joy! Oh fun! We did it! The Ashleys finally went to visit the Tuckers. We'd been promising them a return visit ever since they were here last fall, but thisa and thata always came up to prevent it. Finally we just up and ran away and dood it. We had written that we would descend on them so they had the silver locked up, and the sugar and coffee in a safety deposit box.

After working all day and riding the trains until three A.M. to get there, we had visions of a short chat, then a soft downy mattress for about twelve hours with breakfast in bed when we awoke. Any of you who have been to Tucker's know how rudely our dreams were shattered. Al immediately joined the poker game while I casually ambled out to the kitchen to see what I could find to eat. Janie was there opening bottles with things in them. She told me if I was hungry I'd have to fix something for myself. I got out some bread and cheese, and started to toast a sandwich. As Janie went into the other room she said, "As long as you're at it you might as well fix enough for the rest of the gang." So, I did, and the sandwiches disappeared as anything eatable does when one or more fans are gathered together.

The poker game went on and on. As one after another dropped out the crowd in Tucker's den upstairs increased. About seven A.M. somebody suggested an auction of some pic Campbell had sent for the Michiconference, and which had arrived too late. Tuck added a few of his own originals, but after they had been bought and paid for, he went very quietly around, gathered them all up and put them away again. I heard him whispering to Al that he had to get money somewhere to pay for what the fans ate.

Janie finally gave up at about eight o'clock and lay down for awhile on the bed. Three of the Chicago boys appropriated Judy's (the five year old's) bed, and Walt grabbed the daybed. I pushed him over and made room so I could get in too. Finally we pulled it out and opened it up so there was more room to lay down. Tuck and Al then came along and crawled in with us. Just when we'd decided the bed was clear full, along came Bobby, the littlest Tucker. He had just got up and had been scrambling around on the floor eating cheese crackers that had been flung about during high moments of the poker game. Having eaten enough for his own breakfast, he wanted to be the perfect host and see that his guests also had breakfast. Seeing a baby, I decided fifteen minutes in bed was enough for anybody, so I got up to dress him and give him something more suitable than cheese crackers to eat.

We had only planned to stay about two days. But we developed a most enormous curiousity to see whether they ever did go to bed around there. We stayed nearly a week, finally coming to the conclusion that they didn't. We had always wondered why Janie went about with her eyes half-closed all the time. Now we know. She never gets a chance to close them all the way.

Walt Liebscher came back for Thanksgiving, and we had the traditional turkey with all the trimmings. Bob had to go to work at noon, as he always does on holidays. He was very unhappy about it -- at least that's what he said. Personally, we rather think he was hoping the mob would go home if ignored long enough.

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page 7. TRUCKIN' ON DOWN TO TUCKER'S Oh Joy! Oh fun! We did it! The Ashleys finally went to visit the Tuckers. We'd been promising them a return visit ever since they were here last fall, but thisa and thata always came up to prevent it. Finally we just up and ran away and dood it. We had written that we would descend on them so they had the silver locked up, and the sugar and coffee in a safety deposit box. After working all day and riding the trains until three A.M. to get there, we had visions of a short chat, then a soft downy mattress for about twelve hours with breakfast in bed when we awoke. Any of you who have been to Tucker's know how rudely our dreams were shattered. Al immediately joined the poker game while I casually ambled out to the kitchen to see what I could find to eat. Janie was there opening bottles with things in them. She told me if I was hungry I'd have to fix something for myself. I got out some bread and cheese, and started to toast a sandwich. As Janie went into the other room she said, "As long as you're at it you might as well fix enough for the rest of the gang." So, I did, and the sandwiches disappeared as anything eatable does when one or more fans are gathered together. The poker game went on and on. As one after another dropped out the crowd in Tucker's den upstairs increased. About seven A.M. somebody suggested an auction of some pic Campbell had sent for the Michiconference, and which had arrived too late. Tuck added a few of his own originals, but after they had been bought and paid for, he went very quietly around, gathered them all up and put them away again. I heard him whispering to Al that he had to get money somewhere to pay for what the fans ate. Janie finally gave up at about eight o'clock and lay down for awhile on the bed. Three of the Chicago boys appropriated Judy's (the five year old's) bed, and Walt grabbed the daybed. I pushed him over and made room so I could get in too. Finally we pulled it out and opened it up so there was more room to lay down. Tuck and Al then came along and crawled in with us. Just when we'd decided the bed was clear full, along came Bobby, the littlest Tucker. He had just got up and had been scrambling around on the floor eating cheese crackers that had been flung about during high moments of the poker game. Having eaten enough for his own breakfast, he wanted to be the perfect host and see that his guests also had breakfast. Seeing a baby, I decided fifteen minutes in bed was enough for anybody, so I got up to dress him and give him something more suitable than cheese crackers to eat. We had only planned to stay about two days. But we developed a most enormous curiousity to see whether they ever did go to bed around there. We stayed nearly a week, finally coming to the conclusion that they didn't. We had always wondered why Janie went about with her eyes half-closed all the time. Now we know. She never gets a chance to close them all the way. Walt Liebscher came back for Thanksgiving, and we had the traditional turkey with all the trimmings. Bob had to go to work at noon, as he always does on holidays. He was very unhappy about it -- at least that's what he said. Personally, we rather think he was hoping the mob would go home if ignored long enough.