History has always had a wonderful appeal to humans. The voiceless tomb responds nothing. We turn away but to go back for the same old answer. Our social side after all is the main side of us and all the other sides cater to it. Just the social side of us in full expressio n. Pardon me, but this moralizing tendency is hard to suppress.
War always leaves a wake in which divers and various odd things bob up and down serenely.
The challenge was accepted at once and Jim Tubb as I recall, was asked to furnish the canned oysters. Jim then occupied the big two-story yellow store built by Lawso n Capshaw. The seven two-pound cans were set out on a table on the veranda, the eaters divested themselves of all clothing likely to imped e progress, rolled up sleeves, ran fingers through hair, placed feet squarely under the table, released waist bands, kneaded the abdomen possibly, then announced ready for the performance. The crowd now was increasing by decades spreading out in a cresce nt in front of the store. The crowds guffawing, hurrahing, congratulating this remarkable gastronomic performance melted away.