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Show RrememberH BY THE OLD TIMERS 'r From Miss Ruth Sweet, Waterloo, N.Y.: I like to think of the days of the nickel sodas when a young man was able to take six girls to an ice cream parlor and buy seven sodas for 35 cents. From Mrs. Ada Short, Center, Texas: When my grandmother wanted us children to be quiet, she would tell us honest-to-goodness Indian stories the trials and tribulations tribu-lations she encountered in a caravan cara-van from Alabama to Texas. From Mrs. C.- D. Hale, Mart, Tex- as: Do you remember when the ' daughter of the family would say, "Mother, do you think three petticoats petti-coats will be enough?" From Mary Karch, Lakeview, Ohio: I remember the peddling wagon, where mother used to take her butter but-ter and eggs to the main highway to trade. The peddler used to blow a conch shell that sounded over the hills to let us know he was coming. From Curtis W. Robertson, Kansas City, Mo.: I remember when I was a very young man living in Lathrop, Mo., I sold stereocopes. I remember going as a boy to my great grandma's to roll papers to light her pipe and the oil lamps. From John S: Simpson, Cincinnati: I can remember when we had to wear one pair of leather boots all winter. We would have to go barefooted bare-footed until well up into the winter, and then my father would get on a horse and go- get us a pair of red top and brass-toed boots, and come riding home with them slung across the saddle. (Mall your memories to THE OLD TIMER, BOX 340, FRANKFORT, FRANK-FORT, KY.) |