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October 15, 2002

Let's lead things off with some anecdotes provided by two faithful readers.

Friend Roy Kendrick passes along the following under the general heading of "George Carlin Strikes Again," and here's a sample for your amusement.

Ever wonder about those people who spend $2.00 apiece on those little bottles of Evian water? Try spelling Evian backwards .... Isn't making a smoking section in a restaurant like making a speeding section in a swimming pool? ... If four out of five people SUFFER from diarrhea, does that mean one enjoys it?

You want more? OK, here we go.

A little girl was watching her parents dress for a party. When she saw her dad donning his tuxedo, she warned, "Daddy, you shouldn't wear that suit." "And why not,. darling?" "You know that it always gives you a headache the next morning."

While walking along the sidewalk in front of his church, a minister heard the intoning of a prayer that nearly made his collar wilt. Apparently, his five-year-old son and his playmates had found a dead robin. Feeling that proper burial should be performed, they had secured a small box and cotton batting, then dug a hole and made ready for the disposal of the deceased. The minister's son was chosen to say the appropriate prayers and with sonorous dignity intoned his version of what he thought his father always said: "Glory be unto the Faaaather. And unto the Sonnn.... And into the hole he goooes."

Let's see what was happening in Our Town on July 6, 1933, as recorded in a copy of The Perry Daily Journal provided by Virginia Gengler.

On the editorial page, managing editor Sam Schweiger wrote about the collapse of a world economic conference in London, just as he had predicted. He believed most of the delegates considered the conference nothing more than a vacation. A two-column ad on the same page announced that the Hotel Black, "newest popular priced hotel in Oklahoma City," had 215 rooms starting at $2 per night. Dan James was manager of the hotel.

A popular feature of that era was a brief daily column entitled "Around the Perry Square." In that day's edition, these bits appeared: "Wayne Proctor not being able to figure out why people thought it was hot this morning - James Ledbetter not giving Glenn Yahn much encouragement in regard to a trip to Ponca - Leonard Winters pushing a cigar down the street - O.R. Hall rushing into the post office - George Butler ready to have it out with a semi-prizefighter...."

We'll have more of these when time and space allow.