EXCUSE ME PLEASE, until I get this piece of tinsel out of my hair and gather up these pine needles and broken Christmas balls --we're just about to put the atmosphere of Christmas away for another 1 months. I hope we don't put the spirit away until then also. I trust you've all had a joyous and blessed Christmas -- we have had, but then I'm always happy when I can be with my loved ones.
I know this is the March issue and here I am talking about putting Christmas things away, but it's only the first week in January -- just as I talked about in the column last time --getting things out way ahead of time. And I had a letter recently from one of our good subscribers who informed us we surely do get the magazine out ahead of time, and the same week I got a letter from another good subscriber who says we get it out too soon, it ought to come a few weeks later. Anyhow -- just so we keep getting it out -- how about it??
I guess I shouldn't but I can't help it, I've got to brag a little, let off a little steam about our famous East Pennsboro High School football team. This year they not only won all the games, but also went untied and unscored upon. And when you figure they are the only team to achieve such a record out of about 10,000 such teams in Pennsylvania, I think that is something to be proud of, and believe me these fellows are a grand bunch of guys. The town people and merchants sponsored a banquet for them and the boys received beautiful jackets and there were speakers. One of the things the coach said was that with this group of boys there was no bickering and spatting among themselves, which I for one think means a lot in any field, of sport or work. Of course they had a wonderful coach too, and I believe the boys respected and obeyed him. All in all, it surely paid off. It's been a season we'll never forget.
Ernest Cox of Lafayette, Indiana, sent us a little article he thought was worth while and I feel it is quite timely, after just hearing the death toll of automobile accidents over the holidays. It's called 'Sing, While You Drive'-- at 45 m.p.h. sing 'Highways Are Happy Ways' -- at 55 sing, 'I'm But a Stranger Here, Heaven is My Home'-- at 65 sing, 'Nearer, My God, To Thee' -- at 75 sing, 'When The Roll is Called Up Yonder, I'll Be There' and at 85 m.p.h. sing 'Lord, I'm Coming Home'.
Had a letter recently from Henry Jeanerette of Orrville, Ohio, and he tells us of another Steam Engine group forming called the Valley View Group. They intend to meet with several steam engines next Labor Day. He says this year they had a 16 hp Russell on silo filler on Labor day, no advertising and had a large crowd. The engine belonged to Jack England. He has it stored at Henry's for the winter and it draws many spectators. They had a chime whistle on an air compressor this past summer and had a lot of fun, and that started the ball rolling to the forming of the new group. Glad to hear it, Henry!
And - if you women-folk like a new tip on vegetable dishes now and then-here's one you might try. After your green beans are hot and ready to serve, pour some cream of mushroom soup, undiluted, over them and some grated cheese. I use a mild or pimento but I suppose any kind would do. I didn't give any measurements because it depends on how many green beans you use -- you use the other ingredients accordingly. We find this quite tasty after serving beans just plain so often.
Well, Friends, I'm afraid I've run out of gab -- imagine that? Found this in a book recently written by Alma L. Weixelbaum and it goes: 'Friendships are the fruits gathered from trees planted in the rich soil of love, and nurtured with tender care and understanding. These trees are never subjected to drought. They are moistened with sympathy and kindly deeds, shielded from the wintry blasts by the warm softness of tender affection, and with this care they yield a harvest richer than all the wealth of Croesus, and blessed is he who possesses them.' (I like that, how about you?)
And do you like jokes??? 'Have you been to any other doctor before you came to see me?' asked the grouchy doctor. 'No sir,' replied the meek patient, 'I went to a druggist.' 'That shows how much sense some people have!' growled the doctor. 'And what sort of idiotic advice did he give you?' 'He told me to come see you!'
And in closing -- remember -- Men with clenched fists cannot shake hands.
'BY -- and keep smiling!