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A Tale of the 'Evans, v. 3, issue 3, Summer 1945
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Being the PAPA presentation of Th' 01' Foo, E. Everett Evans, for the tie SUMMER MAILING of 1945; done at Slan Shack in Battle Creek, Michigan. VOLUME THE THREETH SUMMER, 1945 NUMBER THE THREETH THE JOYS OF MOVING. One of the inevitable chores following a decision to move one's belongings from one place of habitation to another, is that of going through drawers, suitcases, boxes and other containers, and sorting out that which one feels is no longer absolutely necessary to his health, happiness or comfort. A usually dirty and messy job, but an important one. Yet there can be pleasure and humor in the task if one will but approach it in spirit. Things one feels they no longer need or want may bring untold pleasure to another. (Like the old Landon-Knox Sunflower campaign button I discovered, and which Wiedenbeck has been wearing to work, and getting a lot of fun thereoutof.) There are the many moments of nostalgia, too, which come from the sight of some forgotten little trinket which carries with it a heavy and precious freight of delightful memory. ( Like the sight of my sun-glasses, which reminded me of the afternoon on the beach when a kindly-disposed friend, while a group of us were talking, sat and scratched my back for a full hour or more. Ahh!...) Old programs and theatre ticket stubs, which recall of wonderful plays and concerts (like that concert in Hartford in 1942 which I reported to you at the time, when I heard so many opera and concert stars in a special program; or Ethel Barrymore in White Oaks; or Life With Father; or the concert where I heard Jeanette MacDonald, when she programmed 21 numbers, and gave us 17 encores--and the audience loved her so that we would have sat through another 38 with-out a murmur, but realized that the poor girl had that the poor girl had already given us far more than we deserved. Ahh!...) Old snapshot of old friends almost forgotten; of the children when they were all small, or in process of growing up; or that faded photo of the baby that you suddenly realize was YOU, taken OVER FIFTY YEARS AGO! Ouch!... So it goes, one little thing after another; and suddenly there creeps in a disquieting thought--maybe it would be a good idea to start searching through the nooks and crannies of that storehouse inside your skull. Probably there are a lot of things there that should be gone over carefully ... ideas that you know you should no longer keep...precepts that you should have kept, but have been neglecting of late... friendships you have allowed to wither, that you should have kept blooming... silly fights or prejudices that you have let grow into festering sores, that need to be taken care of, and quickly... maybe I should move oftener!
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Being the PAPA presentation of Th' 01' Foo, E. Everett Evans, for the tie SUMMER MAILING of 1945; done at Slan Shack in Battle Creek, Michigan. VOLUME THE THREETH SUMMER, 1945 NUMBER THE THREETH THE JOYS OF MOVING. One of the inevitable chores following a decision to move one's belongings from one place of habitation to another, is that of going through drawers, suitcases, boxes and other containers, and sorting out that which one feels is no longer absolutely necessary to his health, happiness or comfort. A usually dirty and messy job, but an important one. Yet there can be pleasure and humor in the task if one will but approach it in spirit. Things one feels they no longer need or want may bring untold pleasure to another. (Like the old Landon-Knox Sunflower campaign button I discovered, and which Wiedenbeck has been wearing to work, and getting a lot of fun thereoutof.) There are the many moments of nostalgia, too, which come from the sight of some forgotten little trinket which carries with it a heavy and precious freight of delightful memory. ( Like the sight of my sun-glasses, which reminded me of the afternoon on the beach when a kindly-disposed friend, while a group of us were talking, sat and scratched my back for a full hour or more. Ahh!...) Old programs and theatre ticket stubs, which recall of wonderful plays and concerts (like that concert in Hartford in 1942 which I reported to you at the time, when I heard so many opera and concert stars in a special program; or Ethel Barrymore in White Oaks; or Life With Father; or the concert where I heard Jeanette MacDonald, when she programmed 21 numbers, and gave us 17 encores--and the audience loved her so that we would have sat through another 38 with-out a murmur, but realized that the poor girl had that the poor girl had already given us far more than we deserved. Ahh!...) Old snapshot of old friends almost forgotten; of the children when they were all small, or in process of growing up; or that faded photo of the baby that you suddenly realize was YOU, taken OVER FIFTY YEARS AGO! Ouch!... So it goes, one little thing after another; and suddenly there creeps in a disquieting thought--maybe it would be a good idea to start searching through the nooks and crannies of that storehouse inside your skull. Probably there are a lot of things there that should be gone over carefully ... ideas that you know you should no longer keep...precepts that you should have kept, but have been neglecting of late... friendships you have allowed to wither, that you should have kept blooming... silly fights or prejudices that you have let grow into festering sores, that need to be taken care of, and quickly... maybe I should move oftener!
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