Smyrna times., 1940-10-17


times has the milkman caught
YOU coming home? At any rate,
Willie, we felt highly honored to be
mentioned in your illustrious col
umn, and although we know a few
good stories on one William Penn
Frank, we won't say a word. Love
to the wife and kiddies.-The I'm
disclosed Author.
On our way to work last Wed
nesday night, we met a certain
sweet lady who is well known in
this town. She was standing on a
street corner with a friend, looking
very bewildered. Say" she said
to us, What happened to the Will
kie meeting? We explained that
the Willkie meeting had been held
Tuesday night. The lady had in
vited her friend to attend the meet
ing with her, got all dressed and
walked down town, only to discov-
er she had mixed her dates A
good, staunch Republican, too
After all the ribbing Ned Hutch
ison took about his ball playing at
the Roxy Softball Banquet, he is
the one who is keeping the team
trophy We asked Ned how he
rated that, and he said it was be-
cause he was the best player-and
besides, the trophy was safer in his
keeping.
The Tree Planting Committee is
getting down to business now, and
during the drive next week, would
appreciate the cooperation of all
property owners in replacing trees
that have been removed by plant
ing new ones. BY buying trees in
large lots, and of a few kinds, the
committee will be able to provide
trees at a very reasonable cost.
The Saturday night robberies
!
start for an ambitious season! This
time, instead of ladies undergar-
ments and other unidentifiable
wearing apparel, the loot consisted
of a sport coat. Apparently the
thief, whoever he is, is working his
way slowly up to bigger and bet
ter hauls. There must be some
way to stop these outrageous
thefts. How about all girls putting
mouse traps in their bureau draw
ers and closets!
Don't forget the Senior supper
on November 8th. Not that the
Seniors will let you forget it,
Mrs. c. Leland Harmonson sub
mitted to us the following poem.
We think it is very real and typical
Of Smyrna:
LITTLE TOWN
If you have lived in a little town
you know whereof l speak;
The houses front each other on a
shady, gras seled street;
The friendly yards are not confined
by picket-fence or hedge,
The dogs and children overlap, and
so do flower-beds.
A little town where you can greet
your neighbors every day,
A nd 20 a no nf r
and politics, and trade
Opinions of the weather and the
latest joke you've heard.
A little town where people call you
by your given name,
And know your daily habits and
the make of car you drive;
Where your absence on vacation is
an item for the press;
Where births and deaths and
weddings are important; and
good luck
AS we'll as grave misfortune is the
deep concern of all.
If you have lived in a little town
you know whereof I write;
A little town where lamplight
glows across each tranquil
night
Billy B. Cooper.
Think of the old girls and old boys
who will have the fun of attending
school again this winter, now that
the adult education courses have
been announced. At last-a gold
en- chance once more to throw spit
balls, write notes, whisper and
giggle behind books, draw teach
er's picture on the blackboard
and generally raise riot.-Oh, well
it WOULD be fun.
This is a true story because we
heard it.
Mildred Bodley said to Harley
the other day, "Dou you know
what your son is ?"
''No-what 2"
'He is misunderstanding" said
Mrs. B.
WHY"
Because he will keep you out Of
.