Page 10, Wednesday, August 25th, 1971, WHITBY FREE PRESS IMRESSIONS BY ZINK ZACKOWITZ "How did youenjoy bingot1ast night?", my friend asked. "it was exc i t i ng", I said, "they nearly ran me out of the hall." "What happened?" t could see my friend's curiosity was taking over his better judgement. "These bingo players are - well, they're like a group of religious fana- tics", I explained. "Yes, yes, but what happened?", a s k e d my f r i e n d again, annoyance, creeping into his usually well-modu- lated voice. "Well they have this guy up in front by a cage. Guess what's inthe cage?", I asked. "I know what's in the cage - now will you get on with it", he snapped. "Get snarky and I won' t tel t you the good part!", I said. "Wh y d i d t h e y want to boot you out?", asked myfr iend, his voice somewhat subdued. "Wel1t first of ail, I hol tered 'bingo', when idi dn't have one. You should have seen them glare at me, especially the w om e n . You won't bel ieve this, but some actually groaned. " "Groaned?, gtared at you?" "it seems that by the time the man told me B9 wasn't called, most of the pt a y e r s had cleared their chips off their cards - and qui te a few of them were waiting for one number. To them I had committed some kind of felony ", I explained. My friend began to chuckle. "it's notfunny", I said. "I felt tlike crawling under the table. " "People c an m ake mistakes", my friend remarked consolingly. "Thatwasn't ail", i said. "If I had known what was coming, i would have left right then. " "D i d you scre am at the bingo caller ? 1, inquired my friend. 1I just can't go on", I confessed. "I shudder just thinking about what I did." "You can 't stop now, " my friend pleaded. "In fact, you stop, and l'il kill you. " "Well since you put it so nicely, l'il muster all my strength", t rep- lied. "I'm t hankf ul i wasn't with you", my friend said. "Weli there vvas this lady sitting just a few chairs from me. Some of h e r f r i e nds c ati I her Mrs. B. She kept telling me to grab a broom, be- cause every few minutes I would drop ahandfut of these chips. Up until this point, it was all sort of fun. Then it happened. " "What happened ?I" "Well you know what I'm like when I get one of my sneezing fits. There I w as snorting and blarsting away, and m ak i n g so much noise, some of the players couldn't hear the man calling the numbers." "Then what?" My friend was get- ting excited again. "I decided that in the best inter- ests of all, I should go outsideuuntil my attack was over. They were play- ing for a full card, which means. . When John Waldinsperger of 8 West- barbecu wood Drive, Whitby throws a party basted a It's a p ar t y ! Johns party was a pig "Never mind that", my friend cut in. "These people were playing for a $200 prize", I said. "Then what happened? ", my friend asked, "did somebody ci amp a bag over your head ? " "No, nothing l1ike that. I just had to get out, so I started to get up. First I bumped the lady's· elbow beside me and she gave me a burning look. Then t got my foot caught in the rung of my chair, lostmy balance and fell against Mrs. E. My hand shot out to save me, caught th e edge of her card and sent all her chips flying across the table onto another lady's card. I "Good grief!", my friend gasped, "then what?" 11i got my feet under me and headed for the door as hard as I could go. " "Did they chase you ?"1, my friend asked. "No"l, I replied, "but i could hear the cries of anguish right out on the street.I" e. The animal being tenderly bove was ail of 107 pounds! HOMETOWN By BARRY MURKAR