Page 10A - - THE SPECTATOR, Ozark, Ark.

, Wednesday, December 17, 2014

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(The following items are
reprinted from The Spectator issues of Tuesday, Dec.
12, and Friday, Dec. 15,
1939.)
***
A barn at the Glenn
Carter home burned at 5
p.m., Wednesday from an
unknown cause. No contents of value were lost, but
three of Glenn’s fox hounds,
fastened in the building,
were lost.
***
Members of D.P. King’s
Sunday school class of the
Methodist church enjoyed a
‘possum hunt at Parkes plantation, Thursday night. Bill
McElroy, assisted by Keith
Tucker and Raybourn
Nichols, directed the hunt
and skinned the two ’possums caught. Others on the
hunt were Raymond
Conatser, jr., Theron
McKenzie, Jack Milton,
Howard Sossamon, Geo.
Ford Andrews, Frank
Gosnell, J.P. Chancey, jr.,
Wanda Harger, Mary Ellen
Holt, Milda Jean Kirby,
Norma Sue Jones and Euta
Bece Dickerson, and Mr.
King.
***
Approximately 1,000
farmers in this county, members of the Farm Bureau, are
expected to be present at the
annual meeting and election
here, Saturday.
***
Altus News
Basil Mooney, superintendent of the Altus-Denning school, made a business trip to Little Rock,
Monday.
The WPA started graveling the old No. 1 road,
Monday, the trucks hauling
gravel from Webb City.
Father Gregory will give
an organ recital at St.
Boniface church, Fort Smith,
Sunday night, when the new
stained glass windows will
be dedicated. Formerly dean
of music at Subiaco college,
Father Gregory is an accomplished organist.
***
Funeral service for Mrs.
George W. McKinney, 62,
who died at a Fort Smith hospital Tuesday, was held at
the White Oak church
Wednesday. Burial was at
Highland cemetery.
Mrs. McKinney, born
Mary McLane, daughter of
Rev. W.R. McLane, pioneer
Baptist minister in section,
on Nov. 21, 1877, was one of
the most prominent women
in rural Franklin county. In
ill health for some time, she
collapsed at the home of her
sister-in-law, Mrs. Sam
McLane, in Fort Smith, while
a guest there Thanksgiving
day.
Survivors include her
husband; two daughters,
Mrs. Roy Johnson, White
Oak, and Miss Ruth
McKinney, Fort Smith; a
brother, W.P. McLane, Fort
Smith, and a sister in Oklahoma.
***
Mr. and Mrs. Faber Tyler
have moved to their new
home here, and Mr. and Mrs.
Dick Sowell will occupy the
apartment they vacated at
the Hooper home.
***
Oak Grove News
By Roxie Schaffer

A.J. Edwards is recover-

ing from a six-weeks’ illness.
Due to his advanced age of
88, little hope had been held
for his recovery.
James Wilson, son of
Bob Wilson, has been reported ill from chicken pox.
James is in the 1st grade. The
Wilsons have recently
moved here from Oklahoma.
While running and playing to amuse a younger
brother, little Sue Cooper
suffered a bad cut on her
forehead last week, when
she fell against a wall.
Mrs. Ellis Milton has
been quite ill from a heart
attack. Miss Bertha Gossett
has been helping care for
her. The Miltons and Phil
Rowe moved to east Ozark
Tuesday.
Excitement was great at
Oak Grove school for a
while at recess, Monday,
when Mrs. Roxie Cooper,
who was sweeping the
room, accidentally knocked
a leg from the stove, upsetting the stove and spilling
hot coals onto the floor. Immediately after the danger
was averted, the nearby
apple orchard where the live
coals were dumped caught
fire. The fire was put out by
the teacher and pupils.
***
Mrs. Henry Rowe of
Scotsburg, Ala., accompanied by her daughter, Mrs.
Jim Benson, Mr. Benson and
their daughter, Opal, came
Tuesday and visited until
Thursday with her sisters,
Mrs. Charley Rowe, Mrs.
Willie Hood, Mrs. Otto Ford
and Miss Frankie Rowe. The
five sisters had not met in 40
years.
***
Pilot Grove
Dale Harris of Camp Cass
visited home folks Saturday
night.
The pie supper brought
$11.20. With the proceeds,
two gas lights were purchased for the school.
***
Basketball Notes
By Carl Craig

Scores in games between Ozark and Coal Hill,
Friday night, at Coal Hill
were:
Ozark Senior girls vs.
Coal Hill, 23 to 8, starring
Harger and Weishaupt;
Ozark Junior Boys vs. Coal
Hill, 20 to 10, starring Benson
and Robbins; Ozark Senior
Boys vs. C.H., 28 to 37, with
King and Smith doing the
best playing; and Ozark’s 2nd
Senior team vs. Coal Hill’s 2nd
Seniors, 14 to 25. Stars were
“Fumble” Sossamon and
“Fatty” Rowe.
***
(Adv.) – Altus Theater
Program, Friday and Saturday, “The Day the Bookies
Wept,” Joe Penner, Betty
Grable, and Comedy –
“Hunting Trouble.” Sunday, Monday and Tuesday,
“Our Leading Citizen,”
Bob Burns, Susan Hayward,
Elizabeth Patterson, Jean
Lockhart, Chas. Bickford.
And Popeye Comedy.
***
Scared Off
By E.A. Burrow

The man at the gas pumping station called me to see
the duck that morning after
the explosion. It was before
the station was roped off
and you could rove around
looking.

Rex Heffington
2911 West Commercial Street
Ozark, AR 72949
479-667-1260

Over 30 years

The duck was crouched
against the wall next to the
middle pump. All the feathers were singed and the
duck kept shivering and
shuddering.
You always feel sorry for
hurt dogs and other animals,
because they seem more
human, but I never felt more
sorry for anything than that.
The man was saying
“You can see what the explosion was like by seeing
this duck. It was on the floor
and just look.”
Somebody gave the duck
to Mr. Steel for Thanksgiving and he didn’t want to kill
it. So he took it to the station and brought feed every
day. It died at 2 o’clock the
next morning.

My brother Isham isn’t
feeling very well. Sort of
generally puny and down
in his back. Maybe you noticed.
He got a shock.
And it went hard with
him.
Pity, too, what with the
Christmas rush. It’s the Rotary club’s fault. That’s what
hurts about it. A club that’s
supposed to help people.
Always talking about service. Then, making my
brother sick.
It was about the bundle
day business. And, by the
way, have you gotten your
bundle down to the welfare
office yet? It’ll be needed.

Anyhow, the Rotary club
here sponsored bundle day.
And Ben Burns brought a
notice about it down to be
printed. It was printed and
everything was going as
usual.
Until Ben up and paid
Isham for it.
Ben said it cost money
to print things like that and
that twenty men could bear
the expense better than one
and besides that was
Isham’s way of making a living.
But ever since then
Isham just goes around,
chuck white, mumbling, “It
never happened to me before.”
Of course, I am tougher
than Isham. It only made me
a little weak. Hardly longer
than 70 hours.

It’s funny about newspapers though. About what
they’re expected to contribute in “free” publicity that
costs them money. Besides
coming through with the
cash donations, too.
Not too long ago a collection around town was
made. The list of donors was
brought in for publication. I
counted up what it cost, and
the paper had donated exactly twice that of any other
contributor. Without any
credit nor glory nor thanks.
So when you start complaining about the requests
you get for help. Remember
the newspapers.

For example, here’s the
Red Cross and Tuberculosis
organizations, who admit
that their campaigns would
be impossible without newspapers – who contribute every inch of the space free.
All you have to do is buy
membership or the seals. And
on top of the dollars and
dollars of space, we have to
buy seals and the membership. We never get one
sticker nor stamp.
Follow the rest down the
line. Free publicity that does
not constitute news. That
everybody takes as a matter
of right.

Rotary club, congratulations! But don’t do it again.
We couldn’t live over it next
time.

Mrs. Amanda Stanley, 92,
in May, was over to congratulate Mr. Greer on his
92nd birthday. She said, “I
hope you live a long time yet
and I’m sorry they fingerprinted you for that rob-

Christmas Memories and Blunders
by Clydene Overbey
I’ll bet that most memories of Christmas for most of
us are warm and loving.
Mine too. I have a
memory of a Christmas in
1952 though that could have
been very different had it not
been for the great love and
forbearance of my close knit
family.
My daddy and Brenda’s
daddy worked away from
home in a coal mine. They
left for Oklahoma on Sunday
night and came home on Friday night, the one night of
the week that we got to stay
up late until Daddy got
home.
We had a Christmas Eve
service at our little church
every year. No matter what
day of the week it was we
were in church on Christmas
Eve. Daddy would be always
home for Christmas, but
sometimes couldn’t be there
until late on Christmas Eve
night. So it was left to Mama
and Brenda’s mama to get to
the church.
Mama had the car that
week. She never was a good
driver, but managed. Well,
what always happened when
Daddy wasn’t home was that
Mama would take us to the
car then say, “I forgot something in the house. You all
sit here and I’ll be right back.
Sit still and don’t touch anything or get out.” “Okay,
Mama.” See what Mama was
doing was rushing back to
the house and laying out our
presents under the tree so
they would be there when we
got home. Then we’d rush
in and find what Santa left.
Magical time, but not to
be so simple this year. Nope,
not with all four of us kids in
the car. My auntie was at her
house doing all this and
would meet us at the lane
and we’d all be off. Can you
imagine all four of us kids
sitting in the back seat together in such close quarters with no adult in sight?
Sure you can!
The gear shift was in the
floor between the two front
seats. I climbed over the seat
in to the driver’s seat and
pushed in the cigarette
lighter which always stuck.
Brenda and my brother tried
to climb over at the same
time and bumped heads. She
pushed my brother back
down and he started crying.
I reached up and slapped the
heck out of Brenda and
raised up on my knees to see
about Norman. That was my
bery.”
While her grandson,
Frank Huggins, commenting
on the would-be robbers
only breaking the skylight
and not going on into his
store, said, “They looked
down, saw the prices and
they were so high it scared
‘em off.”
All of which proves that
it runs in the family.

baby brother and I was supposed to take care of him. He
was four at the time. Brenda
came on over on her head
and we started squabbling
in the same seat just as her
brother, Paul, came over the
seat too.
Somehow we knocked
the car out of gear. I think
Paul was sitting on the gear
shift and my foot or maybe
it was Brenda’s foot, hit the
starter in the floor. The car
lurched forward just as
Mama opened the door and
it knocked her down. I guess
I still had my foot on the
starter because it was making a terrible racket, like a
calf bawling for its mama.
I heard Mama holler,
“Clydene, put your foot on
the brake.” Well, luckily for
all of us, I knew what that
was. Daddy had often held
me in his lap as he drove and
I picked up a few things. Yep,
that’s how we all learned to
drive back then. Right there
in our daddies’ laps. Dangerous? Probably, but we are all
still here to tell the stories.
That is how we learned to
survive out in the world. We
were tough. Kids today are
too coddled, I think, my opinion. Don’t jump on me for it.
Anyway back to my
story. I did get the car
stopped, but I had to face
my mama and when I saw
blood on her arm I started
bellowing (like that lost calf
again) When I started bawling the other three started
bellowing just as my auntie
ran up. I tell you I was scared
spitless, breathless and every other way you can be
scared. Oh, my gosh, we
were all scared to death. “I’m
okay, kids,” my mama was
saying. Auntie was saying,
“What in the world happened, Lucille?” Then she
looked at us all standing’
there and though she didn’t
really know what happened
I guess it dawned on her that
we kids were very heavily
involved.
We all got ourselves together. Mama’s scratch only
required a handkerchief with
spit on it.
We got in the car and
went on to church. I was an
angel on top of the Christmas tree that year, but I sure
didn’t feel much like an angel, hadn’t acted like an angel either.
Daddy got home later
that night. We had already
discovered that Santa had
been there, but we were not
allowed to touch anything
until Daddy got there. Wow!

This worked out pretty
good, didn’t it? Well, not
exactly. We knew we would
still be in trouble, and when
my auntie showed up on
Christmas morning with
Brenda and Paul in tow, we
knew what was coming.
When Daddy or Brenda’s
daddy was home there was
never any problem. They
did the work inside while our
mamas waited with us in the
car. Our parents recognized
this fact even if we didn’t and
had decided not to be too
hard on us. We didn’t know
why for many years later, but
at the time we enjoyed the
reprieve and were relieved
for all of an hour.
This was not to be so
easy. An hour later Daddy
went out to start the car and
guess what? Remember that
cigarette lighter that got
pushed in the night before?
Yep, you guessed it. The car
wouldn’t start. That dadblamed thing always stuck
and I knew it did when I
pushed it in. Uh, oh! Yep, the
battery was down. It wasn’t
so simple then when the battery was down. It had to be
taken out and taken to the
station in town to charge.
The jig was up. The reprieve
was over, I might as well fess
up. “Daddy, I was the one
who pushed in the lighter,” I
said, bawling again. I got my
tanning right there and knew
I needed it.
That is the way it was.
We knew we needed the tannings and we accepted
them. We learned from them
too else why would we still
remember them after all
these years. It was good for
us in more than one way.
Luke 2: 3-5: And all
went to be taxed, every one
into his own city. And Joseph also went up from Galilee, out of the city of
Nazareth, into Judaea, unto
the city of David, which is
called Bethlehem; (because
he was of the house and lineage of David:) To be taxed
with Mary his espoused
wife, being great with child.
And so it was, that, while
they were there, the days
were accomplished that she
should be delivered.

Thank you for
your Christmas Spirit
Duck Hurst Farms for the corn stalks
used to decorate the city and to the
Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day
Saints for decorating the gazebo.
The City of Ozark

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