Condensed from SPORTS ILLUSTRATED
William J. Buchanan
Under a late-summer moon, a boy and his dog meet the mysterious menace -- and pandemonium reigns.
OLD SCREAMER made his first appearance one balmy midnight in the spring of 1940. For years the abandoned quarry three miles south of Eddyville, Ky., (pop. 1945) had been a favored parking spot for lovers. On this particular night, two cars, one with soft music wafting from its radio, sat at the base of the 35-foot limestone cliff that rose above the quarry on three sides. Suddenly, from the crest of the cliff, a blood-chilling scream pierced the night.
In unison, two car engines roared to life. Then Gander Galusha and his date heard something heavy land on the roof of their convertible. The startled couple looked up and saw a snarling animal clawing madly through a gaping hole in the canvas top. Gander pressed the accelerator to the floor and spun the car around. The maneuver flung the animal from the roof. No one stopped to see what it was.
The next day the incident was the talk of the town.
In unison, two car engines roared to life. Then Gander Galusha and his date heard something heavy land on the roof of their convertible. The startled couple looked up and saw a snarling animal clawing madly through a gaping hole in the canvas top. Gander pressed the accelerator to the floor and spun the car around. The maneuver flung the animal from the roof. No one stopped to see what it was.
The next day the incident was the talk of the town.
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