Hooley’s eyes gleamed mischievously. 'A little country humor there...’ s the way it used to be with tley said. "Nobody ever took a he vet to get his tail cut off. kids watched the local pastor le congregation in the river, it was ■rail[that they would go baptise sr in the sewer," he continued, see fny kids today, with their Kies and ray-guns, I'd kind of pre- ley'd baptise some old yellow dog. lave a couple candidates." ■ranted equal time to cats. "The |ut cats," he said, "is that they're Bestructabie. I remember watching ite cat walk under the wheel of a Iractor. Dad was plowing and I lor him to stop. He did -- right at. But when my dad moved the lead the cat walked, no, staggered if our favorite pasttimes when we i was dropping cats out of the hay- le down, to see if they'd land on ■They always did," Hooley said, end of mine told me recently that la visual bearing on a fixed object v're falling," he continued. "I guess Iropped them next to a staircase ind on their ear or something." Chorus: But the cat came back; Very next day, the cat came back. Thought he was a goner but the cat came back 'Cause he couldn't stay away. Gave it to a little boy with a dollar note; Told him for to take it up the river in a boat; Tied a rock around its neck it must have weighed ten pounds; Now they drag the river for the little boy that drowned. Chorus Took it to the shop where the meat was ground, Threw it in the hopper when the butcher wasn't around; The "at disappeared with a blood curdling shriek -- All the town's meat tasted furry for a week... Chorus But the cat came back, etc. I CAT CAME BACK I Mr. Johnson had troubles of his n, [had a yellow cat that wouldn't Biome. I and he tried to give the cat I" ■it to a man that was going far k Clackamas Community College "Wild Uncle John was a really strange character," Hooley said. "One time he and a few friends went hunting in Eastern Oregon. They were in the back of a pick-uptruckand when they went through one little town they saw a stuffed elk in a small store. Well, Uncle John shot the stuffed elk. It cost him several hundred dollars to get out of town. "John's son, Joe, carried on in the family tradition," Hooley continued. "One time he went over to a friend's house to help mow a field. The man's chickens had gotten loose in the field, so Joe mowed them too." Hooley's eyes gleamed mischievously. "A little country humor there," he chuckled. "Now Joe's a counselor in the Beaverton School District." One of the better known songs that Hooley performed was Roll On, Columbia, He had his own rendition. The song, written by Woody Guthrie, is a celebration of man's struggle to dam the Columbia River. Hooley wrote a new ending for the song: At Rainier the Trojan rears up to the sky, Built with our money and PGE's lies. One nuclear slip-up and the whole river dies, Roll on Columbia, Roll on. "I wanted to do something clever with the word Trojan," Hooley said, "in ter—s of how we're all getting screwed by it." Hooley thinks the next song should be sent to Penthouse Forum. THE MULE IN THE MINES My sweetheart's a mule in the mines. I drive her without reins or lines. On the bunker I sit, and I chew and I spit All over my sweetheart's behind. The humor was entertaining. The signifi cance of the stories sneaked up on you later. "I didn't realize until the next day, how much I'd learned about the way things were in old Oregon," one student said. Page 7