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Show FlREMEMBER" ' BY THE 01D TIMERS - i . . From E. E. Meredith, Fairmont, W. Va.: I remember when every family had a newspaper wall pocket pock-et made of pine cones and varnished. var-nished. From Mary Karch, Lakevlew, Ohio: I remember the old grindstone grind-stone out in the corner of the yard by the old-fashioned yellow rose bush. Father sharpened all the farm tools on It. I had to turn it and he would order me to pour on more water and urge me to turn with greater speed. All he did was bear down with all his might. From the Old Cuss, Chicago: I remember re-member how I used to get tired seeing "Uncle Tom's Cabin" on the stage. Every year it came around the country and everybody 1 just had to go see it. I'd say every year never again, but always my girl would say she had never seen it and would Inveigle me into going. go-ing. (You see, I had a different girl every year.) From Alfred Alnsworth, Dallas: One of my father's prized possessions posses-sions was a ticket of admission to the impeachment of President Andrew An-drew Johnson. He attended the trial, and how he got in without handing over his ticket, I'll never know, but he still had it. The ticket read: "U.S. Senate, Impeachment of the President, Admit the bearer, March 13, 1863, Geo. T. Brown, Ser-geant-at-Arms." They would probably prob-ably have it on television now. From Drake Dodson, Chicago: I hope the Old Cuss, who is always sending in those reprobate's remembrances, re-membrances, reads this. He wasn't the only gay dog of the 90's. A friend and I attended the Silver Anniversary An-niversary of the Morticians and Embalmers convention here in 1892, and we all became "embalmed." "em-balmed." We just poured the drunks into the coffins, and went about our business. (Mail your memories to THE OLD TIMER, BOX NO. 340, FRANKFORT, KY.) |