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Rocky Hill News And Views May 4, 1928
Edmonson County KyArchives News

The Edmonson County News May 4, 1928
Mr. and Mrs. H. B. Priddy motored to Bowling Green Saturday and returned with 
his niece, Miss Audie Wilson of Priceville.  She is attending school in Bowling 
Green.  She returned to Bowling Green Sunday.

Lying in these days has become a science.  In politics it is essential.  In 
office you have to put somebody on an extra salary credit yourself and others, 
and then lie about it.

Mrs. Jennie Cook, of Brownsville, is visiting her sons, Messrs. George and Alex 
Cook, for the week.

When I die I am going to leave $10,000 to build a home for henpecked husbands, 
make it a haven of rest for such men as myself, Leslie James, Nick Skaggs and 
Pat Meredith and others I dare not mention.

Mrs. Beatrice Wells returned home Saturday after three weeks visit with 
relatives and friends in Louisville.

April is gone and now the ants, flies and seed ticks are getting ready for the 
barbecues, picnics and camp meetings.

Mr. H. D. Jackson our druggist, purchased the R. A. Reynolds home here Monday 
and will move from his farm to his new home as soon as he can arrange with some 
one to take possession of his farm.

It won't be long now until the fishermen and the lady gardeners will be telling 
lies about what they caught and what fine beans, corn, peas and tomatoes they 
have.

A number of our citizens attended the funeral of Chloe Rountree at Brownsville 
Sunday.

My wife and a lot of other women that read the Edmonson County News are buying 
their dresses on the installment plan, but they don't wear anything but the 
first installment.

Rev. T. C. Rizen and family motored to Green county last Thursday to visit 
relatives and friends.  They returned home Wednesday.

We do not know when man first appeared upon the earth.  We know in ages long 
past in prehistoric times, many years before Christ, man lived almost animal 
life and the time is about here when Lum James, Nick Skaggs, Pat Meredith and 
myself will lead that life on Green River.

Mrs. Q. B. Ford went to Hodgenville via Upton last week to attend the O. E. S. 
school of instruction.

Some of our people are always talking about having rich relatives.  Well such 
relatives are no useful to us poor folks than an empty gourd handle it to a 
sucking calf.

Lem Howell and Clate Compton of Bowling Green were in town last Saturday 
night.  Mr. Howell came to buy some good old country hams and Clate came to see 
his old maid sweetheart.  We do wish they would marry for they have been 
courting for over 50 years.

Al Smith wants liquor as usual; politicans are lambasting each other as usual.  
Spring is later than usual.  Fruit is about all killed as usual. 
Another Teapot Dome scandal is cleared as usual.  Alexander Motor Co., is 
selling as many cars as usual, and Kentucky Rock Asphalt stock is advancing as 
usual.

Men used to drink a little wine for their stomachs' sake.  Now they drink 
bootleg liquor for the undertakers sake.

There are men in every town who are lovers of shape and beauty.  And when they 
go out upon the streets they say "eyes do your durty!"

Come down over my knees said the girls, don't be so pert-

I am above such things said the haughty little skirt.

The death of General Felix Robinson last week was the last general of the 
Confederacy.  The last remnant of the mighty host that struggled four years on 
the battlefields of the "Lost Cause."  Gen. Robinson began the military service 
at the age of 21; he died at the age of 88.  He was at the surrender of Gen. 
Lee at Appomattox.  Then lived and died in an atmosphere of quiet peace.

"Reel Foot at Cade, if you don't want me to go and stay a week or more at your 
home, you had better shut your mouth about fishing.

Twins at Fairview I' care nothing for cold weather nor rolled down socks.  All 
I want is good eyes.

Weeping Willow at Green Hill, send me the names of that bunch of good looking 
girls and I will have some of our handsome young men to write to them.

A Pal at Bee Spring, you say "Mary had a little waist, no skirt she almost 
had."  Now if she had an old-fashioned bustle about like the gas tank on a Ford 
car she would be up to date.



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