p]p.n their next escapade. To hear an old timer tell these tales (Many that I dare noG wf.lte) T/.^:ke3 one think those were ppicy^ colorful days — Just a mniature,wild and wooly west ivignt ?%t old Cleveland I,LiLi.3o cu'iO. Sophiti Lat^iinore ho,a two children, Tom and Char lie* All you boys know thorn and, sj,nce t’hey are here to defend themselves. I’d better not nake any cor.aent. The other night I asked='Jet”Lattimor" Lee to toll ne something f.bout her people and she replied, "I don't laiow rauchj but I think they vrore all a bunch of hoss thie\'QS„" I told you they v;ere a joliy, joking bunch. She went on to say she knew of one who was a preacher and Gene Lattimore said he went to hear him preach just to prove to himself that there was such a thing as a preacher bearing the Lattimore label, San Latt-imore n£irried Sadio London and their children are: Ida, Celestie, Lottie, Elizabeth and "Little John." Now I hear that Dr. Brevard Lattimore of Shelby (Polkville Tom's son) can toll some very interesting facts concerning his ancestors. In fact. I've heard of a couple of 'em, but I don't have the room to write them here, Frank Lattimore married Sophia London. Their children: Philector, Edd and Zoa (llrs. Schenck Carpenter). ■ • Vfcll, boys, that's about all I have time and space for concerning this subject We have a lot of Lattimore boys from Cleveland County doing their bit for the dear old U.S,A, and making grand soldiers, just as so riany of their forefathers have,. If you find this article of any interest, I shall probably dig up some information and huraorous incidents concerning-other Cleveland County faralies. After ally vie are each handed down a name you know, and it's kijida' surprising to know of so many people being crowded on the "Mayflovjer" for there are so many of our good old Ar.ierican names that got their start somewhere "across the pond." Guess "Big Chief" and "Sitting Bull" -were Americans after all. So long,boys, and all good wishes 'til next' time, ■i;- •)■ -)■ The following poem was sent in by Sgt. Lucius Randall, stationed in Australia: SOMK/HERE'S Somewhere in Australia, where the Somewhere in Australia, vjhere the wind is like a curse, nights were made for love. Here each dull day is foUovved and the moon is like a search light by another slightly worse on the Southern Cross above V/here the brick red dust is thicker sparkles like a diamond necklace than the deserts shifting sands, on a clararay tropic night, and the white marl dreams and Tis a shame' less waste of beauty, wishes for the green and fairer lands, where there Is not a girl in sight. Somewhere in Australia, where a woman ' Somewhere in Australia, where the maids is never seen. arc always late. VJhere the sky is never cloudy and the - Christmas cards in April grass is never ^een. , are considered up to date. VJhere the donkeys nightly howling V/e never.have a payday so we robs a man of bloody sleep, never have a cent, V/here there isn't any whisky We never need the. money for we'd ' and th® beer is,never cheap. never got it spent. Somewhere in Australia, whore the ants and the lizzards play,- V/here a hundred fresh mosquitoes repljace everyone you slay, ' ‘ So take me back to Lawndale^H,C. vjhen we've rang the Victory bell,for this God forsaken out post is a substitute for PIELL

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