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JIM: Interesting finds from 1964 News

This article, like Sandberg's fog, came in on little cat feet and took me quite by surprise. Upon re-reading it, I realize it starts with a generous slab of death and ends with an equally generous portion of the same, with a thin spread of humor and nostalgia between.

By Jim

Reading the Adair County news from days gone by can be... interesting. This weekend, while doing a bit of family research, this chronoscryer quite by happenstance came across an account of Bud McCandless shooting to death George R. Price in 1903. A few years later, fate dealt McCandless' brother Jim the same hand via Hubert Pursley, his (Jim's) brother-in-law, and in 1911, lawman R T Thurman dispatched Bud to the Promised Land, all these deaths occurring in Edmonton. Three years later, Thurman, by then a lawman in Glasgow, met his own demise at the business end of a firearm in the latter-named town.

Later into the weekend, as I pursued another tidbit of interest, what should hove into sight but page two of the November 25, 1964 News. Among other items, a brief letter from K. Dale Wolford, Jr., of Gillette, Wyoming, made an appeal for information about his 2nd great uncle, Col. Frank Lane Wolford.

Henry Giles' "Spout Springs Splashes" was a mixed bag of humor, self-promotion, and reflective commentary about an impending change. He led off with an hilarious account of his recently-completed adventures in bow-and-arrow deer hunting. Quipped he, "...and on occasion there would be deer to my right, deer to my left, in front of, and behind me--but all out of arrow range. That is, they were more than twenty feet away..." He concluded this segment with a reference to the backstop he'd used for archery practice, saying " year there may be another bow and arrow season; and who knows but that I may run upon a deer the size of four bales of hay not more than twenty feet away."

Mr. Giles also mentioned that his new book, The G.I. Journal of Sgt. Giles would be published in the early spring of 1965. With tongue firmly in cheek, he stated, "For those who know me as I am--kind, gentle, pure, soft spoken, slow to anger, moral and modest--this book may prove a bit misleading."

In a more somber vein, he quoted an article from a nearby newspaper about the looming impoundment of the Green River Reservoir. In part, it stated that "Farmers are given a year, or until December of 1965 to vacate the possessions to be taken by the federal project... There have been or will be 425 to 450 families affected by the operations."

To this, Mr. Giles quietly added, "So... we are not long for this valley. Perhaps before so very long we can get on with the business of tearing down and moving on."

A number of ads dotted this page from a long ago November. C.R. Barger at 205 Greensburg Street offered dependable insurance, Collins' Drug touted prescription service, and Adair Sales Company (384-2151) invited the public to test drive a '65 Ford, "quieter than a Rolls Royce!"

Much to the delight of the younger set, no doubt, Toyland at Ed's Kentucky Auto Store (134 Public Square) had just opened, and any number of parents probably breathed a sigh of relief that Ed offered a convenient layaway plan.

And finally, what initially brought me this page, a large ad for the wrestling program to be held at the Adair County High School gymnasium on the evening of November 28th. In a singles match, Gene Dundee, promoted as one of the meanest men in wrestling, would tangle with The Fabulous One, bleach-blonde Jackie Fargo. In the main event, a tag-team affair, Chief Little Bear (born Archie Danny Underwood in Larue County, Ky.) and Mack York (the good guys, or baby-faces, in wrestling parlance) were scheduled to take on former heavyweight champs Don and Al Greene (the "heels," the ones the crowds loved to hate).

The proceeds from these grappling events were slated to go toward playground equipment for the Sparksville Grade Center. One has to wonder how much--or how little--the wrestler were paid. Ringside seats were a dollar-fifty, general admission one dollar, and children under 12 were four bits each.

(In late December, exactly four weeks after these matches were held, Chief Little Bear, along with his wife, her parents, and her brother, who was driving, were heading home to Nashville on Rte 90 from a match in Monticello. In a heavy fog near Summer Shade, the driver missed a sharp curve. Only Little Bear and his brother-in-law survived.)

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