It’s been rainin off and on here since Monday. Guess Mother Nature decided to break the drought all at once. I was tired of bein cooped up indoors, so I was rummaging through a box of old newspapers. Most of them are from January and February of 1937, and document the catastrophic flood that inundated the Ohio and lower Mississippi valley that winter. The town of Paducah, where the paper was published, was devastated. Roughly 30,000 folks were evacuated from there and many lost everything. You can still see the effects at antique shops and auctions. There are old chairs that are just a tad shorter than normal; and dressers, tables, and pie safes, etc. that have had several inches sawed off the bottoms of their legs, due to sitting in the floodwaters. Easy way to tell that these items were around before “The Flood”, as locals refer to that time. But that will be fodder for another post. I picked up one paper that was dated Thursday morning, January 10, 1929. Inside was this ad, that shows how much times and the public’s attitude have changed.

After reading this star athlete's endorsement, I had to know if smokin cut short his career, and destroyed his health. Apparently not. But I do wonder if he had to explain to his grandchildren about his irresponsible youth, and the vices he indulged in to keep his slim physique. Here is a link to his obituary in The New York Times. Is it just me, with my twisted, dark sense of humor, or does anyone else see the irony in a golfer taken out of the game of life, by a "stroke"?
3 comments:
I wonder if he was puttering around when he had the stroke?
pa-dump-pa!us two laughin when we shouldn't. that's just about par for the course, huh
I'm thinkin he was wanting a "Mulligan".
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