Volume 12 , Issue 20

PEOPLE'S FORUM (October 2, 1934)

To the old timers who have gathered from day to day during the hot days of the past summer, when a blazing sun cast its burning rays upon this parched earth, while hot winds scorched and withered all vegetation: We met under the spreading branches of the trees in the court house park, there to enjoy their immense shade in the coolest place in the city. There was neither class nor distinction, all met upon a common level.

Here we discussed the issues of the times, some were cussed depending entirely on the person occupying the floor. The topics ranged all the way from defending the policies of the Roosevelt administration to the defense of the bootlegger, everyone having a chance to say his say.

Many of those hot afternoons were made more tolerable by reason of Uncle Dean Murrow, and his irrigation system. The water running in small ditches, or standing in pools around each tree served as a cooling system. But cooler weather is coming and soon these meetings must close for a time. Even now the crowds have diminished to a mere dozen or so.

I have enjoyed these meetings, and will be loathe to give them up, even for only a few months, and I'm quite sure most every one has derived some benefit from these gatherings, but --

Hush, old timer, cease your repining,
Each somber cloud has a silver lining,
Soon will cease old winter's cold and snow,
Up from the south-land warm breezes blow,
Until all nature will be seen,
Decked out in robes of verdant green.
Then again beneath this leafy bower,
We'll meet to spend a pleasant hour,
May not there be one vacant chair,
But each familiar face be there.
To each familiar voice we'll bark
When we meet next year, in the court house park.

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