Smyrna times., 1940-09-05
The What-Not
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town who just about breaks all
records for loyalty. Several years
ago. when a certain young lad was
counting a certain young lass, he
presented her with a puppy of un-
certain pedigree. The puppy learn
ed to divide his time between the
two homes, being fed and petted
by the parents of the two lovers.
1t came to pass that loves young
dream faded, and the lad and the
lass each married another. The
poor dog is kept quite busy now,
dividing his affections between
four homes--the two parents, and
the two young couples. That is
our idea of devotion
Steeplejacks in Smyrna are
rare sight, We have a grand view
of the Asbury Church steeple from
the Times Office, and therefore a
splendid opportunity to watch the
men work at dizzy heights. We
have a few complaints, however.
First is a stiff neck And why
oh-why do steeplejacks have to
choose the busiest of our busy days
to performl
Sunday morning, after viewing
the disaster at Lake Como, we
drove out the Clayton road as far
as the young lake which had form
ed across the road beyond Pleas
anton's. While walking along the
tracks to get better view of the
torrents, three young people at
tempted to maneuver their car
through the water. We shouted
warnings, but they laughed and
plunged on. They must have
thought they We're in boat, be-
cause halfway over, with the water
covering the tenders. the car stop
ped, and refused to go another
inch. We couldn't help an inward
chukkle and a silent I-told-you-so
The joke, however, was definitely
on us, for they had the last laugh.
Climbing into the back seat, the
young man made a quick change
into his swimming trunks, stepped
into the water, and with few
persuasive pushes, backed the car
to a point where help from another
car returned them to dry land. We
feel sure, that had it not been for
those swimming trunks, three peo-
pie would have spent the day, ma
rooned in that car. Unless. of
course, the boy was not bothered
with modesty.
Someone put the bee on pretty
young matron Sunday morning.
And we mean literally, too. Wax
ing from peaceful sleep, she felt
something lightly brushing her
hand. Thinking it was nothing
but harmless mosquito, she gave
the thing swat. The thing was
a bee, however, and when it
was swat, he sat down hard. Her
story is that the sting scared and
hurt her so that she started run
ming, circled the town, and return
ed in time to see the bridges wash
out. AS we say, that is her story.
We can swallow the one about the
sting, for we saw that. But we
would like to suggest that she join
certain nationally known club
known as the Tall Stories Club.
Decorations have started already
for the Firemen's Carnival next
week. Old Glory is to be seen
hanging from several facades on
Commerce Street, with little ban
ners assuring the visiting firemen
of their welcome here. We have
often heard and read in books the
phrase about entertaining the Wis
iting fremen," applicable to al
most anything from the sublime to
the ridiculous. We little consider
ed the possibility of saying it liter
ally.
a visitor from New York re
marked Monday that traffic on
Commerce Street looked and
sounded like 4th Avenue. We are
accutely aware Of this, for, upon
deciding to visit with Ginny and
Glen King, we stood nearly ten
minutes before it was possible to
cross Commerce Street. Then, af-
ter all our pains, Glen, in a sudden
splurge of energy, had painted the
bathroom, and the house reeked.
Adding insult to injury, it was
green bilious green
One sure way of getting the fire.
men to congregate is to blow the