At a meeting in Deland this week, only one attendee expressed pro-hunting views—an older gentleman wearing a Vietnam Veteran cap.
“You guys are meant to be protecting our wildlife, not killing them off,” one woman told officers at the Deland meeting.
And in the meantime, Mr. Deland, you won't—you won't think too hard of my Angus will you?
With much dignity, Mrs. Deland turned from the piazza, and entered the house.
A terrible thing has happened, Mr. Deland, and that which I feared has come to pass, only in a much more awful manner!
There is a wonderful story by Mrs. Deland, Philip and his Wife.
It may sound silly to you, Mr. Deland, but it meant a lot to me to see those boots there—belonging—where I belonged.
And if seeing isn't believing then my name's not—Lieutenant Deland.
Plausible enough, though it differed greatly from the explanation he had tendered to Lieutenant Deland.
"That's the question, Mr. Deland," he replied in a tense voice.