Brookport High School - Egyptian Yearbook (Brookport, IL)

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l manager of the Brookport Independent. See him there now-busy setting type of the town's news-Donna Smith assists him. Across the street is a lovely scene--the pretty little stucco Church of Christ surrounded by beautiful old oaks nearly a hundred years old. Before the ground was purchased for the Church, 'twas neath those mighty oaks the village smithy stood. An enthusiastic worker and speaker for the Church is Richard Kerr, '44 who spends his time training and conducting evangelistic services. The next corners are well occupied by Gordon Kerr, a fine fellow, he is, who served in European Theater of War. He's our County Commissioner and Board Member. There's the farm store and the grocery which has just been remodeled into a self-serivce store. From away back at the meat counter, comes the friendly greeting and smiles of LaRue Angelly, '44-who was voted the 'fBcst All Around Boy and the Most Popular Boy in B. H. S. Farther down the street is John Copeland's Lumber Co. which also, supplys us with coal in the winter and ice in the summer. John is a great baseball fan, as well as a regular at our basketball games. Over across the tracks is Bill Souders who deals in Live Stock, Coal, Feed and Hauling. This is the Unionville road over which comes our big bus of pupils-this road passes Pell Cemetery out there on the hill. The earliest tomb-stones out there say early in the lS00's. They're- Lynns and Weavers and Davis's and Talyors-same names as are around here now. Coming back from the cemetery, we stop by Copelands Station and arrange with Frank and jr. to install new electric fixtures at our home. Well, as I said, itls eatin' time, so lets go back to Our Town's Ford's Cafe where M iss Ethel and Aunt Renan serve those delicious home cooked meals. Hope they wonlt mind us being late for dinner, but then today is Saturday and they won't have to fool with all those school kids. This is where the hungry Bull- dogs go after their games, and believe it or not, Ethel waits for the gang to eat after the away games. Now to start out again to see the west side of Our Town. But first, I must stop here at Honnie Massiels modern shoe shop and have some new soles put on my shoes 'cause there's still quite a lot of walking to do. johhnie says: I'll doctor your shoes, heel them, attend their dying, and save their soles. Glancing across the street, We see Ellis Croach busy with his law books. Remember, too, that Our Town has a Fire Department right there side of the water tank. Next door is the Fixit Shop operated by Suttles and he also owns a Hot Tamale stand on the other street across from the show house. Of course you know about our button shop on the banks of the Ohiog

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Rex johnson is the boss there. Musseling affords employment for some of our fellows, while girls cut buttons. It looks as if we've just about covered the town-so let's go down to the dam tofficially locks 52j. Maybe we'll see one of those big barges go through the locks. Nice town y' know what I mean? Nobody very remarkable comes out of it- s' far as we know. Of course, way back in the early days Our Town was the biggest tie shipping center in the world and the docks were always the scene of big river boats and barges like the Dick Fowler and the George Cawling: then there was Ownes Ferry back in 1870. Naturally Our Town has its share of romances, too. Take the Barton home f'r instance-there's Nancy Anne engaged to Mac, the boy next door- 'bout like Emily and George-schoolday sweethearts. Then we've had just a heap of weddings here lately-but you can hear about them later and see the wedding pictures-they're really beauties. It's really been a big day- after talking to so many folks in Our Town- hearing about all the new babies and walking from dawn 'til sundown-yes, there's stars doing their old, old criss-cross journeys in the skies. Scholars haven't settled the matter yet, but they seem to think there are no living beings up there-they're just chalk-or fire. Only this one is straining away, straining away all the time to make something of itself. The strain's so bad that every six- teen hours everybody lies down and gets a rest-Hmm-bed time in Our Town- you get a good rest, too. Goodnight.-