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Tuesday, August 7, 2007 Volume XVI, Number 36

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Did Ya Know?... The Missouri State Fire Marshal’s office is seeking information regarding several recent fires located east of Carthage and fires in Webb City. It is requested that any persons with information about the fires call the marshal’s office at 1-800-39-ARSON or the Jasper County Sheriff’s Department at 417-358-8177. A reward of up to $5,000 is offered for info leading to arrest and conviction in the cases.

Did Ya Know?... Spare Cat Rescue will help pay for the spay or neuter of your cat. Call for details. 417-358-6808.

Did Ya Know?... Carthage Lodge No. 197, A.F. and A.M. will hold a regular meeting Thursday, August 9, 2007 at 7:30 p.m. (dinner and fellowship at 6:30 p.m. in the Criterion Lodge #586 A.F. & A.M. in Alba, MO. to elect officers for 2007-2008. All area Freemasons are invited to attend.

today's laugh

Two sailors are talking about their futures after the war. One says that he plans to live in California.
The other says, "Not me. I’m going to put an oar on my shoulder and keep walking until somebody says, ‘What’s that you’re carrying?’ and that’s where I’m going to settle down."

A friend of mine borrowed a thousand dollars from me so he could go in and get plastic surgery. Now I can’t get my money back. I can’t recognize him!

A Chronological Record of Events as they have Transpired in the City and County since our last Issue.

Bower’s Mill Under Water.

The Larussell Enterprise says: The high water on Spring river at this point, Thursday, exceeded any rise of that river for at least ten years, although some of the older people claim to have seen it higher in times past. The water extended from bluff to bluff, except where held back by the railroad embankment. The town of Bowers Mill was entirely under water from 2 to 4 feet deep and several residences were flooded and more or less damage done. Fences were washed away and with the falling of the stream a coating of filth and mud was deposited throughout the place, which gave it a very unpleasant appearance as well as being a menace to health. While there was no loss of life or narrow escapes even, nearly all of the few families living in the place were taken in wagons through the water, early in the morning, to places of safety on the high ground in case the river continued to rise.


Today's Feature

Car Show Successful.

A letter from GOBMC Organizer, David Thorn

The eighth annual Greater Ozarks British Car and Cycle Blow-Out was held the weekend of July 27th-29th. The weekend started early with some guests arriving in town on Thursday. Friday a tailgate, hospitality cook-out was held along with registration for the show at the EconoLodge Hotel. There were refreshments ready and waiting as British vehicles of all types started arriving at the hotel. Saturday morning the Square was the site of the annual sidewalk sale as well as the staging area for over one hundred cars and cycles. Seven different states were represented. At 1 p.m. a ladies tea was held and well attended. The ladies all sported appropriate "Tea Hats" and had a good time sipping tea and eating homemade scones and cookies.

After the show, Saturday afternoon, the British vehicles caravaned to the 66 Drive In movie theater. Many were quite impressed with the Drive In. Group photos were taken and made available to those that went on the drive.

Saturday evening Memorial Hall was decorated in "Western" style. Over one hundred and fifty persons, many dressed for the western theme, enjoyed a meal catered by Chicken Mary’s and staffed by Victorian Carthage. A slide show of the weekend events ran during the meal. During the trophy presentations the willing vehicle photos were displayed on the screen. Awards were also presented for longest distance traveled, earliest registration, diamond in the rough, best costume, and best tea party hat.

Many local merchants donated door prizes that were given away throughout the show; Carthage True Value Hardware, Front Page on the Square, Unique Decor, Abbey Title, Southwest Missouri Bank, Annie’s, Carthage Deli, A Little More Pizzazz and Big R’s. A special thanks to EconoLodge for lodging our guests and Private Events for a space on the Square during the show.

Sunday morning the Kendrick Place hosted a brunch for the attendees before they left town and headed back to their homes.

The show surveys indicate that the attendees enjoy the friendliness and beauty of Carthage, and look forward to visiting each year.

David Thorn,

Show Chairman

Public Works Meets Today.

The Public Works Committee will meet this afternoon at 4:00 p.m. in the Council Chamber of City Hall. Items on the agenda include the discussion of bid openings for a chipper for the Carthage Landfill and Recycling Center, and discussion concerning a vehicle purchase for the Public Works Department.

Just Jake Talkin'
Through the years we’ve seen various animal "whisperers" from time to time. Seems that animals communicate with body language and such and these people claim they can understand it.

Some in the business say these people are just nuts. Others clamor to learn their methods.

I suppose there’s some resentment to havin’ to learn the animal’s language instead of teachin’ the animal our language. Other’s prob’ly just don’t like the idea of thinkin’ animals are smart enough to have a language.

There’s also no doubt some feelin’s of threat in how these trainers get things done. The "whisperers" don’t seem to care as long as the end result is satisfactory. The proof is in the puddin’, so to speak.

This is some fact, but mostly,

Just Jake Talkin’.

Mornin' Mail

To Your Good Health
By Paul G. Donohue, M.D.

No-Salt Diet Is an Impossible Goal

DEAR DR. DONOHUE: My son, at 40, was found to have dangerously high blood pressure. My husband died at age 41 of a heart attack. He also had very high blood pressure. It is a family condition. My son was told to cut out all salt. Is it possible? His doctor says no salt is allowed. How many milligrams is it reasonable to eat in a day? There’s almost no food without some salt in it. -- J.B.

ANSWER: A low-salt diet is difficult for most people. A no-salt diet is impossible. I’m sure your son’s doctor wants him on a low-salt diet with no salt added to his food. Salt is necessary for life. The salt issue is confusing, because sometimes doctors talk about sodium, sometimes sodium chloride and sometimes salt. Salt and sodium chloride are the same. Sodium is only 40 percent of salt. I’ll give my numbers as sodium chloride (salt) and put the sodium value in parentheses.

The recommended daily allowance for salt has been 6,000 mg -- 6 grams -- (2,400 mg sodium, or 2.4 grams). New recommendations have lowered it to 3,750 mg salt (1,500 mg sodium). That’s a pretty low-salt diet, one that can aid in decreasing blood pressure. One teaspoon of salt is 6,000 mg. You should eat only half a teaspoon. That’s the total salt intake -- including the hidden salt in foods like bacon, sausage, ham, potato chips, pretzels, pickles, olives, sauerkraut, frozen dinners, canned soups, bakery products and on and on. Don’t add salt in cooking or at the table.

People’s taste gradually comes around to enjoying food without salt. If your son doesn’t reach that point ever, he can use salt substitutes. His daily diet should include seven servings of whole grains, five servings of vegetables, five fruit servings, a reduction in meat intake and consumption of low-fat or fat-free dairy products.

to his SON.

by George Horace Lorimer

First published October, 1902

Being the Letters written by John Graham, Head of the House of Graham & Company, Pork-Packers in Chicago, familiarly known on ‘Change as "Old Gorgon Graham," to his Son, Pierrepont, facetiously known to his intimates as "Piggy."



FROM John Graham, at the Union Stock Yards in Chicago, to his son, Pierrepont, care of The Hoosier Grocery Co., Indianapolis, Indiana. Mr. Pierrepont’s orders have been looking up, so the old man gives him a pat on the back--but not too hard a one.



CHICAGO, May 10, 189-

Dear Pierrepont:_ That order for a carload of Spotless Snow Leaf from old Shorter is the kind of back talk I like. We can stand a little more of the same sort of sassing. I have told the cashier that you will draw thirty a week after this, and I want you to have a nice suit of clothes made and send the bill to the old man. Get something that won’t keep people guessing whether you follow the horses or do buck and wing dancing for a living. Your taste in clothes seems to be lasting longer than the rest of your college education. You looked like a young widow who had raised the second crop of daisies over the deceased when you were in here last week.

Of course, clothes don’t make the man, but they make all of him except his hands and face during business hours, and that’s a pretty considerable area of the human animal. A dirty shirt may hide a pure heart, but it seldom covers a clean skin. If you look as if you had slept in your clothes, most men will jump to the conclusion that you have, and you will never get to know them well enough to explain that your head is so full of noble thoughts that you haven’t time to bother with the dandruff on your shoulders. And if you wear blue and white striped pants and a red necktie, you will find it difficult to get close enough to a deacon to be invited to say grace at his table, even if you never play for anything except coffee or beans.

Appearances are deceitful, I know, but so long as they are, there’s nothing like having them deceive for us instead of against us. I’ve seen a ten-cent shave and a five-cent shine get a thousand-dollar job, and a cigarette and a pint of champagne knock the bottom out of a million-dollar pork corner. Four or five years ago little Jim Jackson had the bears in the provision pit hibernating and living on their own fat till one morning, the day after he had run the price of mess pork up to twenty dollars and nailed it there, some one saw him drinking a small bottle just before he went on ‘Change, and told it round among the brokers on the floor. The bears thought Jim must have had bad news, to be bracing up at that time in the morning, so they perked up and everlastingly sold the mess pork market down through the bottom of the pit to solid earth. There wasn’t even a grease spot left of that corner when they got through. As it happened, Jim hadn’t had any bad news; he just took the drink because he felt pretty good, and things were coming his way.

But it isn’t enough to be all right in this world; you’ve got to look all right as well, because two-thirds of success is making people think you are all right. So you have to be governed by general rules, even though you may be an exception. People have seen four and four make eight, and the young man and the small bottle make a damned fool so often that they are hard to convince that the combination can work out any other way. The Lord only allows so much fun for every man that He makes. Some get it going fishing most of the time and making money the rest; some get it making money most of the time and going fishing the rest. You can take your choice, but the two lines of business don’t gee. The more money, the less fish. The farther you go, the straighter you’ve got to walk.

I used to get a heap of solid comfort out of chewing tobacco. Picked up the habit in Missouri, and took to it like a Yankee to pie. At that time pretty much every one in those parts chewed, except the Elder and the women, and most of them snuffed. Seemed a nice, sociable habit, and I never thought anything special about it till I came North and your Ma began to tell me it was a vile relic of barbarism, meaning Missouri, I suppose. Then I confined operations to my office and took to fine cut instead of plug, as being tonier.

Well, one day, about ten years ago, when I was walking through the office, I noticed one of the boys on the mailing-desk, a mighty likely-looking youngster, sort of working his jaws as he wrote. I didn’t stop to think, but somehow I was mad in a minute. Still, I didn’t say a word--just stood and looked at him while he speeded up the way the boys will when they think the old man is nosing around to see whose salary he can raise next.

I stood over him for a matter of five minutes, and all the time he was pretending not to see me at all. I will say that he was a pretty game boy, for he never weakened for a second. But at last, seeing he was about to choke to death, I said, sharp and sudden--"Spit."

Well, sir, I thought it was a cloudburst. You can bet I was pretty hot, and I started in to curl up that young fellow to a crisp. But before I got out a word, something hit me all of a sudden, and I just went up to the boy and put my hand on his shoulder and said, "Let’s swear off, son."

Naturally, he swore off--he was so blamed scared that he would have quit breathing if I had asked him to, I reckon. And I had to take my stock of fine cut and send it to the heathen.

I simply mention this little incident in passing as an example of the fact that a man can’t do what he pleases in this world, because the higher he climbs the plainer people can see him. Naturally, as the old man’s son, you have a lot of fellows watching you and betting that you are no good. If you succeed they will say it was an accident; and if you fail they will say it was a cinch.

There are two unpardonable sins in this world--success and failure. Those who succeed can’t forgive a fellow for being a failure, and those who fail can’t forgive him for being a success. If you do succeed, though, you will be too busy to bother very much about what the failures think.

I dwell a little on this matter of appearances because so few men are really thinking animals. Where one fellow reads a stranger’s character in his face, a hundred read it in his get-up. We have shown a dozen breeds of dukes and droves of college presidents and doctors of divinity through the packing-house, and the workmen never noticed them except to throw livers at them when they got in their way. But when John L. Sullivan went through the stock yards it just simply shut down the plant. The men quit the benches with a yell and lined up to cheer him. You see, John looked his job, and you didn’t have to explain to the men that he was the real thing in prize-fighters. Of course, when a fellow gets to the point where he is something in particular, he doesn’t have to care because he doesn’t look like anything special; but while a young fellow isn’t anything in particular, it is a mighty valuable asset if he looks like something special.

Just here I want to say that while it’s all right for the other fellow to be influenced by appearances, it’s all wrong for you to go on them. Back up good looks by good character yourself, and make sure that the other fellow does the same. A suspicious man makes trouble for himself, but a cautious one saves it. Because there ain’t any rotten apples in the top layer, it ain’t always safe to bet that the whole barrel is sound.

A man doesn’t snap up a horse just because he looks all right. As a usual thing that only makes him wonder what really is the matter that the other fellow wants to sell. So he leads the nag out into the middle of a ten-acre lot, where the light will strike him good and strong, and examines every hair of his hide, as if he expected to find it near-seal, or some other base imitation; and he squints under each hoof for the grand hailing sign of distress; and he peeks down his throat for dark secrets. If the horse passes this degree the buyer drives him twenty or thirty miles, expecting him to turn out a roarer, or to find that he balks, or shies, or goes lame, or develops some other horse nonsense. If after all that there are no bad symptoms, he offers fifty less than the price asked, on general principles, and for fear he has missed something.

Take men and horses, by and large, and they run pretty much the same. There’s nothing like trying a man in harness a while before you bind yourself to travel very far with him.

I remember giving a nice-looking, clean-shaven fellow a job on the billing-desk, just on his looks, but he turned out such a poor hand at figures that I had to fire him at the end of a week. It seemed that the morning he struck me for the place he had pawned his razor for fifteen cents in order to get a shave. Naturally, if I had known that in the first place I wouldn’t have hired him as a human arithmetic.

Another time I had a collector that I set a heap of store by. Always handled himself just right when he talked to you and kept himself looking right up to the mark. His salary wasn’t very big, but he had such a persuasive way that he seemed to get a dollar and a half’s worth of value out of every dollar that he earned. Never crowded the fashions and never gave ‘em any slack. If sashes were the thing with summer shirts, why Charlie had a sash, you bet, and when tight trousers were the nobby trick in pants, Charlie wore his double reefed. Take him fore and aft, Charlie looked all right and talked all right--always careful, always considerate, always polite.

One noon, after he had been with me for a year or two, I met him coming in from his route looking glum; so I handed him fifty dollars as a little sweetener. I never saw a fifty cheer a man up like that one did Charlie, and he thanked me just right--didn’t stutter and didn’t slop over. I earmarked Charlie for a raise and a better job right there.

Just after that I got mixed up with some work in my private office and I didn’t look around again till on toward closing time. Then, right outside my door I met the office manager, and he looked mighty glum, too.

"I was just going to knock on your door," said he.

"Well?" I asked.

"Charlie Chasenberry is eight hundred dollars short in his collections."

"Um--m," I said, without blinking, but I had a gone feeling just the same.

"I had a plain-clothes man here to arrest him this evening, but he didn’t come in."

"Looks as if he’d skipped, eh?" I asked.

"I’m afraid so, but I don’t know how. He didn’t have a dollar this morning, because he tried to overdraw his salary account and I wouldn’t let him, and he didn’t collect any bills to-day because he had already collected everything that was due this week and lost it bucking the tiger."

I didn’t say anything, but I suspected that there was a sucker somewhere in the office. The next day I was sure of it, for I got a telegram from the always polite and thoughtful Charlie, dated at Montreal:

"Many, many thanks, dear Mr. Graham, for your timely assistance."

Careful as usual, you see, about the little things, for there were just ten words in the message. But that "Many, many thanks, dear Mr. Graham," was the closest to slopping over I had ever known him to come.

I consider the little lesson that Charlie gave me as cheap at eight hundred and fifty dollars, and I pass it along to you because it may save you a thousand or two on your experience account.

Your affectionate father,


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