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Listen boys, if you should be T^alkinf: dovai the street «omo stinny-day *arid .should
thinl: that you suddenly see a bright ray of hope don’t bo alarmed for it v;ill just
be that rcd-hoadcd, supcr-dupor, lady-killer Southards and that perfect man from
Eolwcod bettor Imov/n as Brackctt, coning to help you in the fi^ht for victory,
freedom, pxid peace.
With best wishes and strJLc kisses.
Til Aline
P.S. In spite of it all though, we have a fcelin/]: that cver;^iihin£’ is going to be
all right.
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A TRUE STORY
Some fovj weeks ago, Jcssl^T. Bridges, affectionately callcd "Cup-Calce" by some of
us, ccjTie bustlin* out of the mill and as u&iial in one heck of a hurry to get home
- climbed into her "chevy” and came tearing around the corner of the Company Store
on two wheels, - a certain follow, seeing she was in a hurry, stepped out in front
and flagged her down, Jessie was impatient as usual rjid incuired in rather a sour
tone of voice, "well,what do you T/ant now”, this said fellow didn’t I’cplj'-, but
calmly placed his foot on the running board, tied his shoe string, tipped his hat
oiid said, ”Thrjik you" and v;all:ed av;ay - Jessie, still has blood in her e;^'o nnd th-at
coi'tain fellow is still on the dodg-e.
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LAV;iIDALE’S SM/iLL FRY SPEAICING:
Little Joline v/allace, daughter of Ur. 5: Mrs. Dan Wallace, was eagerly watching
Pearlc Swoezy, as she selected some chairs, she intended to order from Scr.rs, Roe
buck - one of the chairs, a nice big lounge chair was pictured T;ith a very hand
some man in it - After studying the situation for a few minutes, Joline asked very
excitedly, ’’Are you gonna’ order the man too, uh, Pearlc?”
Don Horn, smaJ.1 son of Ur. o: lirs. J. D. Korn (the former IJllss Jeannette Liiller) was
out riding one Smiday afternoon, recently, with his little pony riid buggy, when
along crjiie ’’Hatcher”, tlic State Highway Patrolmcan, Katchcr, thinking he would
have some fun \/ith the yoiuigstcr, stopped aid asked him - ”If he didn’t think he
was burning too much gas, pleasure ridii'ig.” - Quick as a flash, Don, replied, "No
Sir, I a:'.n’t burnjjig gas, I’m burning CORN."
Ma and Pa»s Have*ri 'a
Race ^You oan see
Ma’s Behind