Smyrna times., 1940-10-10

Ien-SecOnQ tour OF our anatomy,
then got stuck somewhere around
the throat. Only grim determina-
ton sent it back to its normal
abode. Down we went, faster and
faster, reaching terra firma with a
resounding thud, and a sickly smile
for our friends We Immediately
launched into an enthusiastic dis
cussion on the indescribable thrills
of parachuting. Our friends SIM
ply gave US a fishy eye.
The Softball Banquet
One of the most heart-warming
sights at the Softball Banquet last
Friday night was the ovation given
to Rev. Thackaberry, pastor of the
Presbyterian Church. The preced-
ing speakers had been long-winded
and witty (but the man who wrote
" Snowbound was Whittier) !.
(Scuse us, we couldn't resist that
crack, and everyone thought that
the Reverend would be serious. He,
however, outdid them all-and did
they love it!
Poor Ned Hutchison took a pan
ming he won't forget, but he was a
good sport about it, and seemed to
enjoy the teasing as much as any
one else.
We were afraid Harry Aumack
would be Frustrated before the ev-
ening was over he was that ex-
cited.
Someone ought to ask Howard
Green and Cooper Walker why
they felt so warm that night. May
be ~ just maybe - Glenn Kings
poetry did it.
We discovered, just by chance,
that Ellery Queen Ward is an ex-
iceptionally fine whistler. The Sun
day School orchestra was beating
out a rhythm, when suddenly
someone started to whistle, and
very beautifully, too. We, being a
Sherlock Holmes admirer, glanc-
ed diligently around the room, and
the only person with pursed lips
was Wardie. So by the simple
process of deduction - elementary,
my deah Watsonl
We had occasion to deliver a
package to the ]. B. M. School a
few days ago. George Wright said,
while you are here, | have some
thing funny to show you. 1t
seems he has collected a booklet
/ full of class pictures dating back
/ to 1920 or so, and most of them
are howlingly funny. Wells FAIRIES
in a basketball suit, Fed Lamb and
Henry Shapley looking ridicuously
angelic, Maggie Slaughter and Gee
Corley at a tender age, Avery Cliff
ton, looking just about the same,
the Collins twins with Dutch boos,
Ann Jones and Norma Coleman
with scrawney hair! For our part,
we renewed old acquaintance in
the fifth grade That little number
they took of us-Well, we look like
the Mad Halter in Alice in Won
derland George Wright has q
priceless relic in that booklet.
There should be a law against
milkmen being about at five in the
morning particularly when they
see a person arrive home at that
hour. In a big city it wouldn't
matter, but when you have known
the milkman for a good many
years, he can give you a lot OF
face. If there were only some law.
The Open Door Club, sometimes
known as the Hot Air Club, appar-
emily decided that the political ar
guments this fall were not hot
enough, for they have purchased
an oil burner for the club room
next to George Scouts poultry
store on Main Street. If you re.
member, 1--WE didn't, years age
thirteen elderly men, with time OF
their hands, Clipped together anc
rented a room in the center Of
town, where they and their friend:
could congregate to Chew the fat
any day or night. The door ha'
never been locked, for anyone il
welcome to come and go as they
please. On Saturday nights, thu
. room is packed and the arguments
: mostly political, are hot. Man,
of the original members have pass
ed on, but those that are left visi
the club daily for a chat with thei