Sandman

(1949 late September)

Saturday morning a young fellow, Al something, from Coast to Coast, brought this guy Woody out with the sander. Vica [our German shepherd] was in the house and didn't see the car come nor see them get out until they were at the door, when I thought (and they were sure) she would tear them apart. So I put her in the basement. Old Woody: "No sir. I want to be apart from the dog, as I can see he don't like me" (quaint). They were both green they were so scared. Well as things went on we discovered the dining-room plug didn't work and an extension was needed. I told Al to go look in the basement. He yanked open the cellar door and there sat Vica looking right up at him. He acted just like a scared guy in a movie. His knees shook and he clutched the door and said in a sinking voice, "Ooo man!" - almost a prayer. I wanted to laugh in his face but called Vica and sat down on a kitchen chair and she put her paws on my shoulders and kissed me, and if I had been trifling with one wild black panther they could not have been much more impressed!