There were a lot of pranks pulled off at parties and dances, and where some "puncher's" horse, or buggy team was tied at the gate or corral of a place where one of the first girls were known to reside. I found my broncho untied late one night when I was starting for home. The "fool critter" traveled ahead of me in the moonlight from fifty to one hundred yards distant, all the way. It was a nice seven mile walk. I never knew who did the untying.

I have participated in changing a fellow's buggy wheels, putting the small wheels on the

rear, so that the occupants would drive home "up hill most of the way."

Another time, a "hitch rope" was taken from one of the horses, and the hind wheels tied together. The effect was, when the fellow started home with the girl, the first revolution of the wheels brought the rope across the back of the buggy box, and then the wheels slid. He worried about the sagging buggy box, and thought a spring must be broken. Also, the ponies failed to pick up any speed, and seemed to be pulling hard on the light rig. Xext morning he discovered the cause.

One of the jokes of the ranchmen in north Garden county, whenever visiting Omaha or other markets, was to pose as the "Mayor of Mumper." Mumper was a postoffice at a ranch in the Sand Hill country, and while "Mayor of Mumper" was impressive among distant strangers, at home it had about as much significance as mayor of a hill of sand.