DON'T SHOOT THE BILL COLLECTOR

A popular, first person account of an unpopular calling, this plays up the funny, sad, and just ""plain cussed"" circumstances which attend the peripatetic profession of bill collection. Operating out of Bangor, Maine, where these folks down east are close with their cash as well as their words, Hatch met up with a man who shot bill collectors on general principle, was chased by a bull and paid off with a cow, was bitten by a bull-dog and scratched by a cat, was locked up by a spinster and victimized by a practical joker. The orneriness of animal and human nature was matched by the old cars he drove and his changing media of transportation which add to these annals of adversity. Never downright funny, this is still cheerful and carries- along with the eccentric, the erratic, a fair share of human interest.