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These pictures were found in a Shoe box by Sandy (Gibbons) LaRouche '57 when cleaning out some old boxes, one being marked "Wellston Residents" |
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Game Warden DoGood |
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Has life ever placed you into a circumstance that you
weren’t sure how you got there and what to do about it?
I have had several in my life and they always bring to
mind the story about Game Warden DoGood and Fisherman
Sylvester.
The story goes something like this: Sylvester came to the lake and always caught his limit of nice fish. He did this without fail, weekend after weekend, even when the fish were not biting for anybody else. The game warden suspected that Sylvester was doing something illegal, but what? Finally the warden just couldn’t take the suspense any longer. He asked, “Sylvester, may I go fish’en with you sometime?” Sylvester answered, “Sure! Meet me here next weekend and you can go with me.”
The warden could hardly wait for next weekend to come. He wondered what would happen on his fishing date with Sylvester. Finally the day arrived and when the warden arrived at the lake, Sylvester was already there. He told the warden, “Hop in warden, and we’ll get going.” The warden was quick to get in and Sylvester took the boat to the far end of the lake where nobody else was fishing. “Better get started,” said Sylvester, and he opened his tackle box and took out a stick of dynamite, lit it, and threw it into the lake. Shortly thereafter, Sylvester was using his dip net to bring the largest stunned fish, floating on the surface of the lake, into the boat.
Now Warden DoGood was shocked and he knew that he had a duty to perform. He started to tell Sylvester about fishing laws, but Sylvester didn’t pay much attention and went about his fish’en business by opening his tackle box a second time and taking out a stick of dynamite. The warden started talking again and Sylvester lit the dynamite and handed it to the warden and said, “It’s about time you stopped Talk’en and started Fish’en.”
Now I never heard the rest of the story, and I will let you, the reader, add your ending to the story. However, I think that most would agree that Warden DoGood should not have gotten into the boat with Sylvester. Maybe the thing to glean from this story is: when things just don’t add up (when 2 + 2 doesn’t = 4); for instance, when people are going in and out the back door doing something, or if material belongings don’t correspond with their incomes, etc. ...... don’t be too anxious to get into their boat as you may quickly pick up fishing skills that are not desirable or beneficial to you.
If I see you at the lake, and you have fish and I don’t, I probably won’t ask you too many questions. I will just hope you are a skilled legal fisherman, smile, and remember the old saying “A bad fishing day is better than a good day at the office.”
Happily retired and going Fish’en.
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FUN RAISER 1967 WELLSTON MASCOTS'! |
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Wisdom doesn't always come with age---sometimes age just shows up by itself. |
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PAGE 3 July/August/Sept, 2012 | |
ST LOUIS IDOL WINNER WITH WELLSTON TIES |
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Matt Wynn, grandson of Bud O'Brien ‘63 and
Sandy (Campion) O'Brien ’64 won the St Louis segment
of American idol June 26
on
(St. Louis)
Fox 2 News. He
audition for the American Idol
producers in Chicago
on
July 12th which has not aired yet.
Matt is sworn to
secrecy on the results of the show. His grandparents
wait to see if he has moved onto the next phase. Be sure to watch and if he makes it to the finals to vote for Matt! Sandy lived at 6241 Lennox, Bud lived at 6345 Evanston |
If you are an older adult who likes to read, you were in luck Thursday, July 26, as Don Corrigan, editor of the Webster-Kirkwood Times, and author of two outdoors books: Show Me Natural Wonders and Show Me Nature’s Wrath, teamed up with Emery Styron, editor and publisher of River Hills Traveler outdoor news magazine to provide visitors with plenty of reading material.
This is the third year for the expo,
which for three morning hours at the Holiday Inn
Southwest and Viking Conference Center provided plenty
of booths for seniors to browse in search of information
on products, services and resources to make their golden
years glow a little brighter. |
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RED SHIRTS TAKE A VACATION |
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It isn't where you came from that counts---but where you are going |
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Classmates
Remembered
List
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Dwight Thompson '63 passed away from complications of esophagus cancer on July 26, 2012. Dwight worked at Carter Carburetor until they closed then went to work for Chrysler Corporation from which he retired as a technical supervisor out of Detroit. He moved back to St. Louis after his retirement. The Thompson family lived on Hobart |
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Pat
Murphy '49
passed away
August 7, 2012
from lung
cancer. He
worked in
management for
Coca Cola for 27
years then for Dr.
Pepper the next 22
years before
retirement. Pat lived in the 6400 block of Page Avenue |
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Art Bahr '43 passed away August 8, 2012 peacefully in his sleep. Art honorably served our country during World War II in the Navy. He retired from McDonnell-Douglas (Boeing) a 35 year employee. He was an active member and benefactor of our WHS Alumni Club |
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Richard
Purviance '48
passed away
August 19, 2012
from
complications of
Alzheimer's. He
was a retired
master
plasterer.
Rich lived in the 6100 block of Page Avenue |
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Richard Stopke
'42
passed away
August 22,2012 from
complications of
prostate cancer.
He retired
from a family
pesticide business which
he started.
Richard was an
active member
and benefactor
of our WHS
Alumni Club. Richard lived at 6460 Ridge Avenue |
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Donald Wagoner
'65 passed away
September 2,
2012 from
complications of
cardiac arrest.
Don retired from
the Navy after
20 years then
spent the next
30 working for
the US
government in
the Strategic
Command
Division.
He loved bowling
(300 game in
'08), fishing,
and spending
time with his
children and
grandchildren.
The Wagoner family lived at 1421 Evergreen |
Condolences to: Allene (Thompson) Brooks '45 in the passing of her brother Dwight '63 on 7/26 Mickey (Colllins) Stopke '43 in the passing of her husband Richard '43 8/22 Dave April '60 and Judy McIntosh '60 in the passing of their son Dave, Jr. 8/19 Joyce McIntosh '59 and Fred Byington '59 in the passing of their nephew David April, Jr Tom April '58 and Joann Voepel '56 in the passing of their nephew David April, Jr Patricia '60 and Daniel Wagoner '65 in the passing of their brother Don '65 9/2 |
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Election
day is Tuesday, November 6, 2012.
The ladies in this picture fought for women's suffrage in the late 1800s to early 1900s. At the end of this long battle, the passage of the Nineteenth Amendment happened in August, 1920 granting women the right to vote in all United States elections. Let your voice be heard this November - VOTE! |
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We are what we do---not what we did. |
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In the good old days of elementary school, at Wellsmar Elementary, I can remember looking forward to May with eager anticipation. What was so special about May - other than the ending of another school year? Of course, you remember, the Annual School Picnic at the Forest Park Highlands. Forest Park Highlands was a “magical” place, located on Oakland Avenue. I guess it was called an amusement park, for lack of better words. It later burned down and was eventually replaced by Forest Park Community College, but not before we enjoyed many, many school picnics there. I always hoped for a new “outfit” to wear on picnic day. I wanted to look my very best for this special occasion. I remember, probably, the last outfit to ever darken the gates of the Highlands. It was a light pink camp-shirt top with a pair of shorts, dark & light pink striped, with a flap buttoned across the front that made a little skirt. I was looking good. I always hoped a boy I liked would ask me to go on a ride with him. That didn’t happen, but I could always hope. So, dressed in my new shorts outfit and with my long hair French-braided into two smooth rows, I was more than ready for the upcoming event. On the day before the picnic (after working eight hours at her job), mom fried chicken and made potato salad for the picnic lunch. Mom added celery & carrot sticks, canned pork & beans, and some sandwich cookies. Mom packed the picnic basket carefully and prepared to spend the day being home base while I ran back and forth between the games and rides. Although lunch wasn’t the wonderful smelling hot dogs they sold at the park, it was tasty and there was plenty. In those days, the little money we had extra would barely cover the rides, but with any luck, maybe, an icy-cold soda around mid-afternoon. Mom didn’t present my whole cash allowance to me at once. That would have been a major mistake. The money would have disappeared in a heartbeat. Albeit small, the allowance did stretch the length of the day. Mom would make me rest a little between trips around the Highland grounds to stretch the money, and to discourage me from wearing myself out within the first couple of hours. Mom was the regulator that made the whole day a huge success. I loved the rides that turned around and around, like the Tilt-A-Whirl. With the potential for nausea, I didn’t do-over much, at least, not repeatedly. It would have served to ruin my appetite for mom’s delicious lunch, that’s for sure. The Ferris wheel was thrilling as it felt like flying, when it moved full-speed. From the top, when they stopped to load the opposite side of the wheel, you got a bird-eye view of the entire Highlands. We actually spent a lot more time stopping and loading, than we did moving, as I remember. I remember there was a ride called the Cuddle-Up which was similar to the Tilt-A-Whirl, only more so. Circular, stomach curdling, and, I think, with whiplash potential. Exciting. The swings also went around in circles as the centrifugal force sent us sailing far out from the control base. The rides were all about movement, and they certainly did move. I liked the bumper cars. The problem was, there were too many traffic jams caused by people who didn’t know how to maneuver through the clump of cars. Of course, I considered myself an expert in the driving department, and knew I would never cause one of those awful traffic jams. Oh no, not me. (smile) Shudder…there was the Comet Roller Coaster. You guessed it, I was way too chicken to tackle that one. It looked so scary to me. I never got up the courage to chance it until I was way up in my teens. I don’t think I missed much as I didn’t believe scaring myself to death was akin to having fun. My favorite game was the “rabbit races”. They were cute little toy rabbits on a stem that were moved up a slanted, green felt covered board, by something similar to a joy stick. I don’t know that I ever won a prize but I certainly enjoyed trying. The pyramid of bottles, that were set up to throw at, were a challenge but my arm wasn’t strong or accurate enough to topple them over. I usually missed, entirely. I didn’t spend a lot of time there. Talk about a real waste of money for me. I did find the cotton-candy machine and, for a nickel, managed to get sticky stuff all over my face, hands, and some on my pretty picnic outfit. What a mess! Around 3:00pm, mom put the last of the cookies in the basket and we headed for home. We hopped on the bus, transferred to the Hodiamont streetcar, and on home. By that time, I was exhausted and ready to take a nap. Of course, mom didn’t get to nap, she had to hurry and get a meal on the table for dad when he came in from work. Usually, there was enough leftover fried chicken, in the refrigerator, to give her a good start on dinner. I fell asleep, ruminating yet another School Picnic, and thinking, “What a perfect day!” |
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hTrees---and people---need deep roots to weather storms. |
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President
Trustees
Buzz Book
WELLSTON HIGH SCHOOL
Phone
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Baths consisted of a big tub filled with hot water. The man of the house had the privilege of the nice clean water, then all the other sons and men, then the women and finally the children, Last of all the babies. By then the water was so dirty you could actually lose someone in it. Hence the saying, "Don't throw the baby out with the Bath water!" Houses had thatched roofs-thick straw-piled high, with no wood underneath. It was the only place for animals to get warm, so all the cats and other small animals (mice, bugs) lived in the roof. When it rained it became slippery and sometimes the animals would slip and fall off the roof. Hence the saying, "It's raining cats and dogs." There was nothing to stop things from falling into the house. This posed a real problem in the bedroom where bugs and other droppings Could mess up your nice clean bed. Hence, a bed with big posts and a sheet hung over the top afforded some protection. That's how canopy beds came into existence. The floor was dirt. Only the wealthy had something other than dirt. Hence the saying, "Dirt poor." The wealthy had slate floors that would get slippery in the winter when wet, so they spread thresh (straw) on the floor to help keep their footing. As the winter wore on, they added more thresh until, when you opened the door, it would all start slipping outside. A piece of wood was placed in the entrance-way. Hence: a thresh hold. (Getting quite an education, aren't you?) In those old days, they cooked in the kitchen with a big kettle that always hung over the fire. Every day they lit the fire and added things to the pot. They ate mostly vegetables and did not get much meat. They would eat the stew for dinner, leaving leftovers in the pot to get cold overnight and then start over the next day. Sometimes stew had food in it that had been there for quite a while. Hence the rhyme: Peas porridge hot, peas porridge cold, peas porridge in the pot nine days old. Sometimes they could obtain pork, which made them feel quite special. When visitors came over, they would hang up their bacon to show off. It was a sign of wealth that a man could, "bring home the bacon." They would cut off a little to share with guests and would all sit around and chew the fat.
Those with money had plates made of pewter. Food with high
acid content caused some of the lead to leach onto the food,
causing lead poisoning death. This happened most often with
tomatoes, so for the next 400 years or so, tomatoes
were considered poisonous. England is old and small and the local folks started running out of places to bury people. So they would dig up coffins and would take the bones to a bone-house, and reuse the grave.. When reopening these coffins, 1 out of 25 coffins were found to have scratch marks on the inside and they realized they had been burying people alive. So they would tie a string on the wrist of the corpse, lead it through the coffin and up through the ground and tie it to a bell. Someone would have to sit out in the graveyard all night (the graveyard shift) to listen for the bell; thus, someone could be, saved by the bell or was "considered a dead ringer. And that's the truth. Now, whoever said History was boring. |
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