"If Candlemas be bright and clear,
We'll have two Winters in the year."
Tomorrow, in case you don't know it, is Candlemas Day. It is also Groundhog Day, the time when the weather-wise little animal will merge from its hibernating place to look around a bit and to decide on the important question: To stay awake or to roll over again and take another snooze. There are few superstitions more widespread than this, which holds that if the groundhog sees his shadow, a continuance of Winter weather may be expected. On the contrary, if the day be cloudy, it is a sign of an early Spring. In other words, "If Candlemans be bright and clear, we'll have two Winters in the year.
There was a time when this ominous warming may have frightened some people. But after what we have come through during the past few months, nothing else matters. What if we do have a couple more Winters before Spring? Who's afraid of this ... well, I'll waive that out, I guess. However, all kidding aside, we seem to be getting ac-climated (pronounced ac-CLI-mated and not AC-climated as some of your hotty-totty friends would have you believe) to this thing and it really doesn't make a great deal of difference what the groundhogs think about it. We can't allow ourselves to become discouraged merely because the little ball of mercury drops off the family thermometer.
Another important consideration that is confronting us this year for the first time is the possibility that the members of U.H.A. (United Hibernators Association) may have been signed up under one of the NRA codes. The new regulations have been put through for the purpose of curbing several other kinds of hogs, so it is entirely possible that the woodchuckers may have cut down their sleeping hours. Cheer up. Shadows or no shadows, Spring will soon be here -- maybe.
NEVER HEARD ABOUT US
While the Hurricana Hockey team didn't bring back the scalps of their Glens Falls opponents, they did bring back an interesting story that has its inception in a question asked by the manager of the Glens Falls team.
"How do you fellows get along without publicity?"
The local boys replied that they have been getting plenty of newspaper publicity all Winter and that brought this astonishing answer:
"Newspaper? Is there a newspaper in Amsterdam? Gee! We went down to the Post-Star office and inquired, and no one in the office knew whether or not one was published in Amsterdam."
Now isn't that the limit? Coming from any place but the sticks like Glens Falls it wouldn't sound so bad, but in this instance it is almost unpardonable. A well equipped newspaper office has information about papers published in every city and town (even little towns like Glens Falls too) in the United States and it is strange that this hockey team manager was not accommodated when he asked for it. Perhaps the interns of that office thought he was inquiring about Amsterdam, Holland.
AND A FORMER EDITOR, TOO
That an automobile should run out of gas is hardly news. It is happening every day. But circumstances alter a lot of situations and you'll have to admit that a new car happening of this kind is more conspicuous. And If I tell you that the operator was none other than our well-known County Treasurer, you are interested more than a little, I know. It happened late yesterday afternoon up near Ralph Keesler's Welfare acres at the westerly part of the county.
"Push it?" Mac asked incredulously as Bill Crangle came along and offered to do the bumper-to-bumper act. "And get that new bumper all scratched up." "Well, I guess not. Don't be silly. No thanks, I'll send it to the village and have the gas brought out."
And then just as the D.A. was about to drive away, the stranded one barked out a last command: "You keep your mouth shut about this thing. I don't want to be reading about it in the paper." (Good said Mac! He never forgets me when he is in trouble.)
Imagine such an unreasonable demand of secrecy. It can't be done -- not while the very fences, trees that look dead, but aren't and stones have ears. And the west wind that we've been having for the past couple of days can blow a story like this down the valley in no time.
SHE HAD ENOUGH
Just when the former doughboys of Wyszomirski Post got ready to announce that they had the pinochle champs of the county and that Don Nichols and Bill Burkhardt were ready to take on all comers, it happened. It was perfectly accidental, too. A couple of fellows considered pretty good in the Reid Hill section came down and took the champs for six games straight. That was a blow that shook them and, to regain their confidence, they took on a pair of beginners for a little practice match Saturday night. The beginners beat them seven games straight. Socko!
The tournament between the two local posts began this week and the players from 701 were handicapped by the non-appearance of one Des they tell me. But, is "handicapped" the right word?
This was originally published February 1, 1934.