Fire hose - $130

Water - $7

Getting to bust out the window in some guy's bmw to get to the fire hydrant - Priceless

 

Fire Dog

A nursery school teacher was delivering a station wagon full of kids home one day when a fire truck zoomed past. Sitting in the fornt seat of the fire truck was a Damation dog. The children fell to discussing the dog's duties.

"They use him to keep crowds back," said one youngster.

"No," said another, "he's just for good luck."

A third child brought the argument to a close. "Tehy use the dogs," she said firmly, "to find the fire hydrant."

 

Volunteer Band

The volunteer fire chief was preoccupied as to how, after the monthly fish fry, he was going to ask the town folks to come up with more money than they were expecting for repairs to the firehouse. Therefore, he was annoyed to find that the regular band had cancelled and a substitute had been brought in. The new band asked what music they should play. "There's folks who like the oldies," replied the chief, "but you'll have to think of something to play after I make the announcement about the finances."

After dinner, everyone was sitting waiting for the monthly report, when the chief went to the microphone. "Fellow citizens, we have a problem. The station repairs will cost twice as much as we expected, and we need an extra $4,000. Any of you who can pledge an extra $100 or more, please stand up."

With that, the substitute organist launched into "The Star-Spangled Banner." That's how they became the regular band!

 

Letter to the Chief

Dear Chief,

I am taking this opportunity to thank you for putting out the fire in my house at 366 Lincoln Street, although you will note from the address above that I do not live in the house any longer. I can see that a fire in the cellar is fairly easy to put out. You just fill it up with water. Too bad my fire wasn't in the cellar.

I was quite worried when the fire engines arrived, with all that confusion and running around. My husband said, "it's a good thing it was daylight or there might have been more accidents." I hope the man who fell off the fire engine when it lurched in front of the house is all right. The other engine, the big one, just missed running him over.

They really got the hose off the engine fast and piled it up in the middle of the road and started looking for the ends. One man pulled out one end, put a big spray nozzle on it and dashed into the house. Another man found the other end and put a big nozzle on it and ran to the side of the house. Then they both shouted to "start the water". How ingenious, I would have thought they would have had to screw the hoses onto a hydrant or truck to get water out of them !

I felt so sorry for the man with the cap on who was left with the engine. He was wringing his hands, pulling on knobs and, one would have thought that he almost looked like he didn't know what else to do. He finally got into the engine and drove it down the street out of sight.

I also felt sorry for the man in the white helmet who kept dropping his portable radio and waving his arms a lot. Lucky for him it was a mild day so, when the water from the hose hit him, he probably didn't catch a cold. After he found his helmet, hand light and portable radio, he began waving his arms again but, since I was so far away, I couldn't hear what he was saying. He seemed a might upset and angry.

After a while, the smoke was getting blacker and blacker so, I thought it best that I get some of my belongings out of the house. I was putting together some of my most valued possessions when two men with tanks on their backs and masks on their faces rescued me. You men are so thoughtful.

They were in an excitable state and talking incoherently through the masks. One pointed to a door; I tried to warn them but, it was too late. They opened the door to the closet and both charged in. I was able to get the bigger fellow out without too much trouble but, the smaller man's tank was caught in the wall. He certainly hit the wall hard and the big man was right behind him.

I immediately went to the window to attract attention. I know there was a lot of men outside running around and yelling. Just the, the man with "Captain" on his helmet and another man with "Battalion Chief" on his helmet who were running around the house at top speed collided head on. The "Battalion Chief" was furious; the "Captain" didn't get up. It's a good thing that they moved him because that's where the big metal ladder landed when it fell over.

In the excitement, someone had closed the closet door where the little man was trapped and, it wasn't until a little bell started ringing on the man's tank that anyone thought about him. You people certainly think of everything ! Imagine a bell on you that rings when you get caught in a closet.

They got the poor man out but he almost suffocated when they attempted to revive him with the breathing machine. Three other people were turning knobs on the bottles and the air hose while arguing about how to use it. Fortunately, the man had enough strength to keep pushing the face mask off or he might have smothered there and then.

By this time smoke was blanketing the neighborhood. I was most impressed when your new ladder truck pulled up and the men raised the big ladder and chopped a hole in the roof. My neighbor still wonders why the cut a hole in his rood instead of mine but, I continue to tell him that he should shut up and leave the firefighting to the professionals.

I went upstairs where it was very hot and smokey. I opened the windows and, it wasn't too bad. Outside, men were struggling with a ladder which was caught up in some electrical wires and branches. Someone had moved it, stranded a guy on the roof and, they now were trying to get it back to him cause he couldn't get down. They certainly were excited, dancing around with that ladder !

Then I heard a lot of noise coming from the stairway - hacking, coughing and swearing. The language was awful ! A man exhorting the others, "get up there, you @*#%&#@*, get up there !" Through the smoke, I could see a man lying near the top step of the stairs. He shouted, "Hey Cap, there's a lady up here !" It must have been "Cap" who yelled back, "Give her the line, maybe she can get a shot at it and, watch you language, you @#$&*X$."

Because of the difficulty I had getting that big hose around, I would suggest that the bigger men hold the hoses while the little guys run around with the tools.

If you remember, after the fire was out, there was a rash of accidents. A man wearing a white hat and, with more bugles than the others on his collar came upstairs and berated the man with "Capt."on his hat for throwing debris out the window without checking to see if someone was below. Shortly thereafter, there were shouts to stop. The man with all the bugles had just been hit by a falling sofa while walking along the side of the building.

The officer with "Safety" on his helmet was injured and almost drowned when he fell through a hole in the floor and ended up in the flooded cellar. A chair had been placed over the hole but the man in the white hat who had gotten wet earlier made them move it because someone might have tripped over it. He then told the man with "Safety" on his helmet that he was a dopey bastard anyway ! Such language !

A "Capt" was making a close examination of a wall when someone struck it with a heavy tool from the other side. The "Capt" seemed okay but his helmet was wedged on his head; they couldn't get it off. He also seemed somewhat shorter.

The man with the white hat became very pleasant, although he was still quite wet. He told me how lucky I was and pointed out to my neighbors and myself the importance of calling the Fire Department in case of a fire. Most big fires are the result of delayed alarms. Imagine what would have happened had I waited to call.

In closing, I would like to say that we haven't had so much excitement and commotion around here since the little boy rang the false alarm and the big ladder truck rolled backwards down the hill into the car with "Chief" painted on it and the bell in front.

Thank you again for your efforts on my behalf and, I will try not to leave the iron on the ironing board again.

Respectfully yours,