Parents:
James P. Newell
Anna G. Newell
Sisters
Margretta
Ella
Emily
Anna
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Married:
Jessie Maude Caffee
18 May 1900
Carthage, Jasper County, MO
Grace Episcopal Church
Parents of 3 Sons
1. JAMES PATTON NEWELL, JR.
born on 17 Aug 1902 (SSDI) in Carthage, Jasper County, MO., died 26 Dec 1993 in Los Osos, San Luis Obispo County, CA. (SSDI)
2. DAVID CAFFEE NEWELL
born on 23 Jan 1905 (SSDI) in Carthage, Jasper County, MO., died 25 January 1980 in Simi Valley, Ventura County, CA. (SSDI)
3. WARDEN JOHN NEWELL
born on 11 Dec 1907 (Missouri Birth Records 1851-1910) in Jasper County, MO.,
died in Nov 1980 in Alpine, Brewster County, TX. (SSDI)
After Jessie died, he married a second time. Information on 1940 census showed his residence in 1935 still in Ft. Pierce, but had, by 1940, moved to Washington D. C. with his current wife. He is employed in public relations for the Port and Harbor Association.
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1940 United States Federal Census
Name: James P Newell
Age: 61
Estimated Birth Year: abt 1879
Gender: Male
Race: White
Birthplace: Pennsylvania
Marital Status: Married
Relation to Head of House: Head
Home in 1940: Washington, District of Columbia, District of Columbia
Street: Connecticut Avenue
House Number: 1127
Farm: No
Inferred Residence in 1935: Fort Pierce, Florida
Residence in 1935: Fort Pierce, Florida
Resident on farm in 1935: No
Sheet Number: 1A
Number of Household in Order of Visitation: 16
Household Members:
Name Age
James P Newell 61
Betty R Newell 52
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Carthage Evening Press
JAS. P. NEWELL DIES TODAY
END COMES TO FORMER CARTHAGE MAN IN WASHINGTON
Stricken with Appendicitis and Underwent an Emergency Operation Wednesday
James P. Newell, former Carthage resident, died at 2:30 o'clock this afternoon in a hospital in Washington D.C., following an emergency operation Wednesday for appendicitis.
Message received late this afternoon by H. W. Putnam advised the body would be brought to Carthage, arriving Monday evening. Funeral services will be here sometime Tuesday.
James P. Newell, well-known for Carthage resident, was near death today in a Washington, D.C. hospital, according to a telegram received by H. W. Putnam.
Mr. Newell, who for two years has lived at the Mayflower Hotel in Washington, underwent an emergency appendix operation Wednesday. The message received this morning stated Mr. Newell was running a temperature of 107 degrees and that the physician reported death was near.
Mr. Newell's family consists of his wife and three sons by a former marriage. The are James Newell, Jr. of Logansport, IN., David Newell of Hollywood, CA., and John Newell of Alpine, TX. the mother of these young men, the first Mrs. Newell, was the former Jessie Caffee of Carthage, who drowned while bathing in the surf in Florida. Four sisters, Margaretta Newell, Mrs. Ella Putnam and Mrs. Harry Blair, all reside in Washington, D.C.
Mr. Newell's home is in Ft. Pierce, FL., and he had returned to Washington only a few days ago after a week's visit at Ft. Pierce.
He had been in Washington for some time past as a part of the organization working for the candidacy of Paul McNutt for the presidency on the Democratic ticket.
Mr. Newell grew up in Carthage and is widely known here.
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Below is an article that appeared in the Carthage Press January 7, 1931 written by J. P. 'Jim' Newell of his memoirs of Carthage in his young years.
HE RECALLS OLD TIMES
JIM NEWELL WRITES OF OLD RESIDENTS
Also Some of the Experiences Which Have Gone Down in Carthage History
Dear Bill Sewell:
Last summer I told Allen McReynolds that I would like to talk to the Rotary club about old times in Carthage, as they are indexed in my memory. He said "Jim, the trouble is that most of the boys are so young that they wouldn't know what you are talking about." That made me, at 52 years of age feel like an "Old Timer" indeed, and at that opportunity I limited myself to only a few reminiscences, but now in the holiday season, when I am indulging in reveries of the old days, in the good old home town, I am impelled to jot them down with the thought that in the whole big PRESS family, there may be many in whom it will awaken pleasant memories of by-gone days.
It will be rambling because I am indulging in my reveries just as they come to me as rapidly as my secretary can write them down.
My thoughts hark back to the days of the old courthouse square, with the bandstand in the center of the old log-cabin fence surrounding it' and the old political parades with the flambeau torch divisions and the gun clubs, headed by the old Light Guard band, marching around that square and into the park, where we listened in rapture, or in bitterness, according to our political prejudices, to the greatest orator in the history of the world.
The old mule street car line, of which J. W. Ground was superintendent, and on which it was a great treat to take a nickel ride out to Carter's Park on Sunday with Jake Bruffett, driving the mules with one hand and collecting the fare with the other; - days of old Bill Perry and Fatty Moore with their political wagers on the outcome of an election, with Fatty, the Democrat. Usually paying off by riding big Bill Perry around the square in a wheelbarrow- and remember Bill Perry's cigar stand on the west side where we could get the best apollinaris lemonade that was ever made for a nickel.
Cigars and Drinks
And speaking of cigars call to mind Charlie Kesweter, maker of the Little Casino; and drinks, remember A. D. McBean who gave us our first ice cream fruit sodas for five cents, and those pans of wonderful chocolate, vanilla and strawberry caramels made as only A. D. could make them, and the many little McBeans around the shop; and to some, drinks will recall the memory of old Joe Church and Doug Finley and Jimmy Maderia and Charlie Turner and Charlie Hal and George Thomas and Sam Sanderson and last but not least good old Jimmie Rainwater.
Remember the big fire on the west side when Sharp's saloon was a mass of icicles the next day; and the big fire on the south side of the square; and the night Motherspaw's barn burned down; and the old cracker factory; and the street car bar; and the evaporator; and the Globe Mills; and the frequent fires at the woolen mills. Gee, didn't we use to have some wonderful fires? And don't fires make you think of Charlie Shipps, and Ed Wood and the veteran Mathews, who is still on the job; and the wonderful firemen's tournament when Eddie Wood went to the top of the ladder in nothing flat.
And don't these tournaments remind you of the old encampments of the Second regiment of the Missouri National Guard out at Kellogg's pasture, where they tossed me in a blanket once because I was selling the Carthage Daily Banner, which had something in it the night before that one company didn't like; days of the old Light Guards, of Capt. Deutsch and Col. Caffee, Capt. Carl Gray and Capt. Joe McMillan, and Lieutenant Drake, and First Sergeant Dan Smith and Sergeant Hutchinson and Corporal Grissom and Louie Kahn high private in the rear ranks, and Sergeant Charlie Wood, who marched away to the Spanish American war and was brought back to sleep his eternal sleep under the oak trees at the went end of Chestnut street.
And Old Light Guard Band
And the old Light Guard band with Drum Major Bill Watson in his high black fur hat, and Charlie Dumars with his cornet, and Tom Glass with the base drum, and Andy Clifton with the snare, and Dalco Bottenfield and the Stump boys, and Frank Bennett and Frank Tull; and your own self tooting a horn as you've tooted the horn of good old Carthage through your PRESS these many years; -and the police force with Asa Hurst and Dan Buffett and Dave Stafford and Jimmy Flanigan, minions of the law who protected the life and safety of our people so faithfully and so long.
And Ike Comstock, more than a mere man, an institution in our town, who drove us to the old frame stations when we went away and was the first to greet us upon our return in season and out of season, in sleet and snow, at any hour of the day or night, all for two-bits; and George Babcock and Bill Norris, too with Ike, holding whip-hands at our weddings and lending the van at our funerals; -and the old station makes me think of Conductor Gillis and the Joplin bob.
Remember grand old Dr. Knight of the Presbyterian church and the college - and that greatest, grandest educator and nobleman, Professor J. M. White, who for more than a quarter of a century guided the destiny of our schools, and Professor Dodd and Professor Brandon, the latter with the pink whiskers, and Professor Ford and Miss Best, and Professor Asendorf, who is still with us, and Mrs. Cheatle and Miss Heath and Blanche Chase the librarian, etc., etc., etc., ad infinitum.
Newspaper of Yester-year
And Grant Pauley and Frank Pauley in the old Democratic glee club singing "The Boat is Coming Around the Bend, it is Loaded Down with Democratic Men" -and Sid Redding, the boy orator of the Young Men's Republican club; and A. F. Lewis and Ed. Hottle and Geor. Chhilcotte of the Carthage Daily Banner. And O. P. Caylor of the Carthage Democrat who later rose to national fame as a sports writer. And the old Carthage Patriot with Pump Carpenter at the helm. And A. W. St. John and C. Conard and dear lovable Lucy St. John in the old days of the Carthage Press when you were doing your apprenticeship.
And Cassil's well, where we walked on Sundays and picked the first dog-tooth violets, anemones, buttercups and pansy violets in the spring, And Carter's park where we explored the cave. and the brick-yard pond, where we skated once every few years, when ice formed over its shallow depth. And the bob-sled rides. And the old swimming holes, slaughter house, mill race, diving rock. And our picnics at Wildwood; and the Woolen mill spring. And the Briggs boys who knew where to find black perch, bass and catfish.
And old Ren Adams and Adam Isable (remember when Adam marched in the Democratic parade and had to have a body guard because he was the first "nigger Democrat" in those parts); - and "Uncle Jesse" Adams, grand old colored patriarch. And Mat Alyea, with his flowing whiskers and many teams to do our hauling; and Wood's Livery barn and Henry Tangner's and Frank Havens' - and Sam Wheeler's where we got a horse and buggy for our Sunday afternoon drive for $1.50. And the courthouse election, where youth was no bar to the ballot. And the day the first electric car pulled into Carthage on the White Line. And Deacon Smith, the fighting motorman and conductor- And Fred Ambrose making his parachute leaps.
Old Time Bankers
And W. E. Brinkerhoff and V. A. Wallace and E. B. Jacobs and W. H. Harding and W. H. Phelps of the First National Bank -And Dr. Caffee, and Samuel McReynolds and J. M. Whitsett and W. E. Hall, and A. B. Deutsch, and C. E. Turner, and John C. Guinn and Thos. McCune, and my own father of the Central National bank - and H. C. Cowgill and Frank Hill county clerk, and the election contest which she won; and Harry Blair, the youthful court reporter.
Champ Clark-Landis Debate
And the days of what your paper dubbed the "three ring circus" - Democrats, Populists and Silver Republicans; and the famous Bill Phelps-Gib Barbee political feud; and Bart Howard of the Joplin Globe; and the first time Bryan came to town; and the Camp Clark-Landis debate at the old Chautauqua - and what does Chautauqua make you think of except Dr. Steward and good old Sam Regan, and doesn't Sam Regan make you think of Timothy Regan, his sire?
And the old Spring River Valley Fair Association with Mr. Funt driving his fast horses; and E. Knell driving Ben McGregor and Baron Wilkes in exhibition heats- and can't you just see Mrs, Harrington in her elegant trap with her beautiful gray hair and her lavender parasol driving her prancing horse "Major" down the street? and C. O. Harrington, genial host of the Harrington Hotel, where he advertised "Milk from our own Jersey Dairy" and "Oranges from my own Florida Grove" - with George Eldred and Ray ream behind the deak and good old Cap Hillyer in charge of the cuisine, all for $2.00 per day meals included.
Dr. Carter and Dr. Whitney and Dr. Flower and Dr. W. H. K. King and Dr. Brooks, the guitar virtuoso; and old Dr. Wilson and Dr. McClurg and Doc. Chaffee pulling our teeth.
High School Class of '95
And the flower parade on the 4th of July, and the greased pole and the greased pig and the tug of war; and Leigh and Sibyl Hodges singing "Way Down in Grandpa's Meadow, We will Meet You at the Bars" -And the high school class of '95 with Jessie Caffee, valedictorian; and Henry Cowgill's oration on "Electricity" with the peroration "All as yet completed or begun is but the dawning that precedes the," and Charley Wood's oration on the "Coming of the Modern Vandals" with this conclusion "For when men think they most in safety stand, their greatest peril oft-times is at hand"; and Allen McReynolds in his masterful oration which was but a youthful augury of what was to follow in his life's work; and Hal Wise with the same class where he started his journalistic career as editor of the High School Star.
Back yonder when Walter Carter, now president of your Bank of Carthage, started his banking career sweeping out the Farmers and Drovers Bank; and Hale Boggess started about the same way at the Central National, and Shaffer at the First National; when Frankie Williams and Ray Leggett and a lot of the rest of your present day lending business men were in their swaddling clothes - and your brilliant John Flanigan too.
And don't you remember the bicycle hill-climbing contests at Tiger Hill, and Frank Moore with his tall "step in" bicycle with the little wheel in front, and Hal Wise had one too; and the old bicycle runs; and the days when "Buck-Foot" Boatright reigned supreme in Webb City; and when they hung McAfee; and and when Purcell was established near Neck City; and before that when the latter was Hell's Neck, and that makes me think of Old Jim Purcell and Big John C. Bailey, both sheriffs.
Cornells and Roaches
Harry Cornell operating the Pleasant Valley mines; the contest between the Cornells and Roaches against race suicide -Edith Johns playing "High School Cadets" and the "Silver Plume March." The night they celebrated the opening of the Elks Club; Mrs. Simpson's garden on Main Street; Perry Finn's greenhouse; Charlie Rinehart a "drummer" for Witte Hardware Company; and "Candy" Brown also a "drummer: sometimes called "Alphabet." The Market Fair with the guideless pacers; and Dr Carver, champion rife shot of the world and his diving horses Powder-Face and Cupid; and Bosco "who ate 'em alive" and Mrs. Waldron winning $100 for the best loaf of bread.
Do you remember when Joe Manlove came down from his horse-farm at Mt. Vernon to attend the Carthage schools; and Bill Stout and George Parke had their foundry; and the kangaroo court held sway at the old jail; and Henry Cowgill with his dog "Peacock" scaled the top of the Cowgill and Hill elevator the night it was afire; and Henry W. Putnam (Putty) worked for Al Harrison for $55 a month -John Blakeney throwing the letters into the mail-boxes at the Post Office at the rate of a mile a minute.
The first "talking machine" (with the ear tubes) brought to town by Charlie Blair; and Jack Turner's restaurant; and the "below zero" hop on the third floor of the Cassidy building on the south side, February 8th, 1895.
And the J. K. K. (Junior Kooking Klub) with Anna McDonald; and Rosine Deutsch, and Sally Boon and Bessie Baker, and Stella Conrad, Sophie Rockhold, and Emily Newell et al -And the I.F.F (In For Fun) Club with Kate Baker, and Leta Gray and Cora Brinkerhoff and Alice Harrington and Ada Turner and Jessie Caffee, et al -And the C.O.O.C (Carthage Oologist and Ornithologist Club) meeting weekly onthe third floor of the Curtis Wright home skinning cats and birds with Allen McReynolds, Henry Cowgill, Curtis Wright, myself and John Brown, who has since risen to fame as a naturalist, inspired and abetted somewhat, perhaps, by his experience in those days.
High Athletes of Past
And the diminutive Louis (DeLink)Cahn; and the Carthage High School team of 1895 when Henry Cowgill played quarterback and "Too Big" Clark played center rush with Jeff Davis, Reg Coffin, Bob Sweat, Fred Roup in the line; when we beat the college and Drury, losing only when we took too much territory and took on the Kansas City high School _and Johnny O'Keefe short stop on the Carthage College team, knocking home runs a la Babe Ruth.
And the old "Carthage Killers," our first professional baseball team, most of the members with whiskers; and don't whiskers remind you of John Henkel and Ed Murdock and Geiselhart and Al Laingor and the Marsee boys?
When we had Ketcham & Freed, doctors; Frank Greenwood in the lumber business; Timothy Oats, farmer; Mrs. Ragsdale, dressmanker; Clarence Shivers, secretary of the Ice and Cold Storage Company; the Knells, undertakers; and Jimmie Rainwater and Jimmie Maderia in the saloon business.
And old Sam Marrs and Mike Torphy, when he broke the rock on the breast of the hypnotic flint girl with a sledge hammer; the night Horn was murdered, and the night they murdered Little down by the old Baptist church.
Remember when Ed Thacker built the grand opera house, and Joe Logan and Don Hamilton, managers; and the excitement caused by the Black Crook? Days of Clay Clement in "The New Dominion." Days of "Jim, the Penman" "Ten Nights in a Bar Room;" the Payton Comedy Company; Katie Putnam in "The Old Lime Kiln"; days of the Dr. Sayman's Vegetable Soap open air concerts -Amateur theatricals with George Whitsett and Helene Phelps in "Louis the 14th", "Pirates of Penzance" and "Pinafore" with Edna Brown and Guy Wells and Hattie Perkins, and Jimmie Murrata, and Bill Sewall playing with the K.C.B.
And the theatricals that Mayme Mitchell directed, and the home-talent minstrels with Grant Pauley singing "My Gal is a High Born Lady" -and Eddie Scott singing "My Mother was a Lady" -and Mable Snyder singing "Lindy."
Furor Over Short Skirts Then
When there was a furor in town because the girls skirts in one of these shows were to be 14 inches from the floor instead of 12; and remember Capt. and Mrs. Harrington in their usual seats in the theater, first row in the dress circle next to the aisle.
And do you remember when the circus came to town? And the Wright girls singing; and the cakewalks with Eleanora Adams and Willie Reeves and Silash Moore stepping to the tune of "Alexander's Ragtime Band" and "Eli Green's Cakewalk" -And the old cornerstone laying when the Masons laid the corner stone for the courthouse and the Episcopal church and the High school and every other one of our great edifices.
And Luke and Ash (Jim and Byron) selling mines to fellows from Boston' and Chauncey and Bob Stickney making abstracts; and the band play "Silver Plume March" and "High School Cadets"; and Joe Leggett making his first bed springs by hand; and Julius Roessler and his dogs and Oliver Garrison and his; and the old gun club - and Mary Nealy Flanigan, the poetess; and Hutchinson's dye works; and John Pickett on the Press; and Whitakers first automobile which sounded like a threshing machine; and the old revivals at the churches; and Kate Conard, our artist.
And Curtis Wright and Bill Logan, and Thym and Jay and the McNerneys, pioneers in the Carthage Marble business, and Peter Hill driving in from his farm south of town; and Tom Melugin from the east, and R. G. Sloan from the north, and the Kinkaids from the west -and Ornduff Hill, where we got the longest "coast" on our sleds; and the walnuts, persimmons,wild grapes, hazelnuts, and paw-paws that we used to harvest in the hills along the banks of Spring River and Center Creek.
And so I could ramble on and on for a long long time -even then, giving but comparatively few of the names and the places and the times and the incidents that are so dear to me. Many of those nearest and dearest and which I hold most sacred are omitted from this reverie but they are inscribed indelibly on my memory.
With Greetings to All
JIM NEWELL
James P. Newell
Anna G. Newell
Sisters
Margretta
Ella
Emily
Anna
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Married:
Jessie Maude Caffee
18 May 1900
Carthage, Jasper County, MO
Grace Episcopal Church
Parents of 3 Sons
1. JAMES PATTON NEWELL, JR.
born on 17 Aug 1902 (SSDI) in Carthage, Jasper County, MO., died 26 Dec 1993 in Los Osos, San Luis Obispo County, CA. (SSDI)
2. DAVID CAFFEE NEWELL
born on 23 Jan 1905 (SSDI) in Carthage, Jasper County, MO., died 25 January 1980 in Simi Valley, Ventura County, CA. (SSDI)
3. WARDEN JOHN NEWELL
born on 11 Dec 1907 (Missouri Birth Records 1851-1910) in Jasper County, MO.,
died in Nov 1980 in Alpine, Brewster County, TX. (SSDI)
After Jessie died, he married a second time. Information on 1940 census showed his residence in 1935 still in Ft. Pierce, but had, by 1940, moved to Washington D. C. with his current wife. He is employed in public relations for the Port and Harbor Association.
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1940 United States Federal Census
Name: James P Newell
Age: 61
Estimated Birth Year: abt 1879
Gender: Male
Race: White
Birthplace: Pennsylvania
Marital Status: Married
Relation to Head of House: Head
Home in 1940: Washington, District of Columbia, District of Columbia
Street: Connecticut Avenue
House Number: 1127
Farm: No
Inferred Residence in 1935: Fort Pierce, Florida
Residence in 1935: Fort Pierce, Florida
Resident on farm in 1935: No
Sheet Number: 1A
Number of Household in Order of Visitation: 16
Household Members:
Name Age
James P Newell 61
Betty R Newell 52
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Carthage Evening Press
JAS. P. NEWELL DIES TODAY
END COMES TO FORMER CARTHAGE MAN IN WASHINGTON
Stricken with Appendicitis and Underwent an Emergency Operation Wednesday
James P. Newell, former Carthage resident, died at 2:30 o'clock this afternoon in a hospital in Washington D.C., following an emergency operation Wednesday for appendicitis.
Message received late this afternoon by H. W. Putnam advised the body would be brought to Carthage, arriving Monday evening. Funeral services will be here sometime Tuesday.
James P. Newell, well-known for Carthage resident, was near death today in a Washington, D.C. hospital, according to a telegram received by H. W. Putnam.
Mr. Newell, who for two years has lived at the Mayflower Hotel in Washington, underwent an emergency appendix operation Wednesday. The message received this morning stated Mr. Newell was running a temperature of 107 degrees and that the physician reported death was near.
Mr. Newell's family consists of his wife and three sons by a former marriage. The are James Newell, Jr. of Logansport, IN., David Newell of Hollywood, CA., and John Newell of Alpine, TX. the mother of these young men, the first Mrs. Newell, was the former Jessie Caffee of Carthage, who drowned while bathing in the surf in Florida. Four sisters, Margaretta Newell, Mrs. Ella Putnam and Mrs. Harry Blair, all reside in Washington, D.C.
Mr. Newell's home is in Ft. Pierce, FL., and he had returned to Washington only a few days ago after a week's visit at Ft. Pierce.
He had been in Washington for some time past as a part of the organization working for the candidacy of Paul McNutt for the presidency on the Democratic ticket.
Mr. Newell grew up in Carthage and is widely known here.
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Below is an article that appeared in the Carthage Press January 7, 1931 written by J. P. 'Jim' Newell of his memoirs of Carthage in his young years.
HE RECALLS OLD TIMES
JIM NEWELL WRITES OF OLD RESIDENTS
Also Some of the Experiences Which Have Gone Down in Carthage History
Dear Bill Sewell:
Last summer I told Allen McReynolds that I would like to talk to the Rotary club about old times in Carthage, as they are indexed in my memory. He said "Jim, the trouble is that most of the boys are so young that they wouldn't know what you are talking about." That made me, at 52 years of age feel like an "Old Timer" indeed, and at that opportunity I limited myself to only a few reminiscences, but now in the holiday season, when I am indulging in reveries of the old days, in the good old home town, I am impelled to jot them down with the thought that in the whole big PRESS family, there may be many in whom it will awaken pleasant memories of by-gone days.
It will be rambling because I am indulging in my reveries just as they come to me as rapidly as my secretary can write them down.
My thoughts hark back to the days of the old courthouse square, with the bandstand in the center of the old log-cabin fence surrounding it' and the old political parades with the flambeau torch divisions and the gun clubs, headed by the old Light Guard band, marching around that square and into the park, where we listened in rapture, or in bitterness, according to our political prejudices, to the greatest orator in the history of the world.
The old mule street car line, of which J. W. Ground was superintendent, and on which it was a great treat to take a nickel ride out to Carter's Park on Sunday with Jake Bruffett, driving the mules with one hand and collecting the fare with the other; - days of old Bill Perry and Fatty Moore with their political wagers on the outcome of an election, with Fatty, the Democrat. Usually paying off by riding big Bill Perry around the square in a wheelbarrow- and remember Bill Perry's cigar stand on the west side where we could get the best apollinaris lemonade that was ever made for a nickel.
Cigars and Drinks
And speaking of cigars call to mind Charlie Kesweter, maker of the Little Casino; and drinks, remember A. D. McBean who gave us our first ice cream fruit sodas for five cents, and those pans of wonderful chocolate, vanilla and strawberry caramels made as only A. D. could make them, and the many little McBeans around the shop; and to some, drinks will recall the memory of old Joe Church and Doug Finley and Jimmy Maderia and Charlie Turner and Charlie Hal and George Thomas and Sam Sanderson and last but not least good old Jimmie Rainwater.
Remember the big fire on the west side when Sharp's saloon was a mass of icicles the next day; and the big fire on the south side of the square; and the night Motherspaw's barn burned down; and the old cracker factory; and the street car bar; and the evaporator; and the Globe Mills; and the frequent fires at the woolen mills. Gee, didn't we use to have some wonderful fires? And don't fires make you think of Charlie Shipps, and Ed Wood and the veteran Mathews, who is still on the job; and the wonderful firemen's tournament when Eddie Wood went to the top of the ladder in nothing flat.
And don't these tournaments remind you of the old encampments of the Second regiment of the Missouri National Guard out at Kellogg's pasture, where they tossed me in a blanket once because I was selling the Carthage Daily Banner, which had something in it the night before that one company didn't like; days of the old Light Guards, of Capt. Deutsch and Col. Caffee, Capt. Carl Gray and Capt. Joe McMillan, and Lieutenant Drake, and First Sergeant Dan Smith and Sergeant Hutchinson and Corporal Grissom and Louie Kahn high private in the rear ranks, and Sergeant Charlie Wood, who marched away to the Spanish American war and was brought back to sleep his eternal sleep under the oak trees at the went end of Chestnut street.
And Old Light Guard Band
And the old Light Guard band with Drum Major Bill Watson in his high black fur hat, and Charlie Dumars with his cornet, and Tom Glass with the base drum, and Andy Clifton with the snare, and Dalco Bottenfield and the Stump boys, and Frank Bennett and Frank Tull; and your own self tooting a horn as you've tooted the horn of good old Carthage through your PRESS these many years; -and the police force with Asa Hurst and Dan Buffett and Dave Stafford and Jimmy Flanigan, minions of the law who protected the life and safety of our people so faithfully and so long.
And Ike Comstock, more than a mere man, an institution in our town, who drove us to the old frame stations when we went away and was the first to greet us upon our return in season and out of season, in sleet and snow, at any hour of the day or night, all for two-bits; and George Babcock and Bill Norris, too with Ike, holding whip-hands at our weddings and lending the van at our funerals; -and the old station makes me think of Conductor Gillis and the Joplin bob.
Remember grand old Dr. Knight of the Presbyterian church and the college - and that greatest, grandest educator and nobleman, Professor J. M. White, who for more than a quarter of a century guided the destiny of our schools, and Professor Dodd and Professor Brandon, the latter with the pink whiskers, and Professor Ford and Miss Best, and Professor Asendorf, who is still with us, and Mrs. Cheatle and Miss Heath and Blanche Chase the librarian, etc., etc., etc., ad infinitum.
Newspaper of Yester-year
And Grant Pauley and Frank Pauley in the old Democratic glee club singing "The Boat is Coming Around the Bend, it is Loaded Down with Democratic Men" -and Sid Redding, the boy orator of the Young Men's Republican club; and A. F. Lewis and Ed. Hottle and Geor. Chhilcotte of the Carthage Daily Banner. And O. P. Caylor of the Carthage Democrat who later rose to national fame as a sports writer. And the old Carthage Patriot with Pump Carpenter at the helm. And A. W. St. John and C. Conard and dear lovable Lucy St. John in the old days of the Carthage Press when you were doing your apprenticeship.
And Cassil's well, where we walked on Sundays and picked the first dog-tooth violets, anemones, buttercups and pansy violets in the spring, And Carter's park where we explored the cave. and the brick-yard pond, where we skated once every few years, when ice formed over its shallow depth. And the bob-sled rides. And the old swimming holes, slaughter house, mill race, diving rock. And our picnics at Wildwood; and the Woolen mill spring. And the Briggs boys who knew where to find black perch, bass and catfish.
And old Ren Adams and Adam Isable (remember when Adam marched in the Democratic parade and had to have a body guard because he was the first "nigger Democrat" in those parts); - and "Uncle Jesse" Adams, grand old colored patriarch. And Mat Alyea, with his flowing whiskers and many teams to do our hauling; and Wood's Livery barn and Henry Tangner's and Frank Havens' - and Sam Wheeler's where we got a horse and buggy for our Sunday afternoon drive for $1.50. And the courthouse election, where youth was no bar to the ballot. And the day the first electric car pulled into Carthage on the White Line. And Deacon Smith, the fighting motorman and conductor- And Fred Ambrose making his parachute leaps.
Old Time Bankers
And W. E. Brinkerhoff and V. A. Wallace and E. B. Jacobs and W. H. Harding and W. H. Phelps of the First National Bank -And Dr. Caffee, and Samuel McReynolds and J. M. Whitsett and W. E. Hall, and A. B. Deutsch, and C. E. Turner, and John C. Guinn and Thos. McCune, and my own father of the Central National bank - and H. C. Cowgill and Frank Hill county clerk, and the election contest which she won; and Harry Blair, the youthful court reporter.
Champ Clark-Landis Debate
And the days of what your paper dubbed the "three ring circus" - Democrats, Populists and Silver Republicans; and the famous Bill Phelps-Gib Barbee political feud; and Bart Howard of the Joplin Globe; and the first time Bryan came to town; and the Camp Clark-Landis debate at the old Chautauqua - and what does Chautauqua make you think of except Dr. Steward and good old Sam Regan, and doesn't Sam Regan make you think of Timothy Regan, his sire?
And the old Spring River Valley Fair Association with Mr. Funt driving his fast horses; and E. Knell driving Ben McGregor and Baron Wilkes in exhibition heats- and can't you just see Mrs, Harrington in her elegant trap with her beautiful gray hair and her lavender parasol driving her prancing horse "Major" down the street? and C. O. Harrington, genial host of the Harrington Hotel, where he advertised "Milk from our own Jersey Dairy" and "Oranges from my own Florida Grove" - with George Eldred and Ray ream behind the deak and good old Cap Hillyer in charge of the cuisine, all for $2.00 per day meals included.
Dr. Carter and Dr. Whitney and Dr. Flower and Dr. W. H. K. King and Dr. Brooks, the guitar virtuoso; and old Dr. Wilson and Dr. McClurg and Doc. Chaffee pulling our teeth.
High School Class of '95
And the flower parade on the 4th of July, and the greased pole and the greased pig and the tug of war; and Leigh and Sibyl Hodges singing "Way Down in Grandpa's Meadow, We will Meet You at the Bars" -And the high school class of '95 with Jessie Caffee, valedictorian; and Henry Cowgill's oration on "Electricity" with the peroration "All as yet completed or begun is but the dawning that precedes the," and Charley Wood's oration on the "Coming of the Modern Vandals" with this conclusion "For when men think they most in safety stand, their greatest peril oft-times is at hand"; and Allen McReynolds in his masterful oration which was but a youthful augury of what was to follow in his life's work; and Hal Wise with the same class where he started his journalistic career as editor of the High School Star.
Back yonder when Walter Carter, now president of your Bank of Carthage, started his banking career sweeping out the Farmers and Drovers Bank; and Hale Boggess started about the same way at the Central National, and Shaffer at the First National; when Frankie Williams and Ray Leggett and a lot of the rest of your present day lending business men were in their swaddling clothes - and your brilliant John Flanigan too.
And don't you remember the bicycle hill-climbing contests at Tiger Hill, and Frank Moore with his tall "step in" bicycle with the little wheel in front, and Hal Wise had one too; and the old bicycle runs; and the days when "Buck-Foot" Boatright reigned supreme in Webb City; and when they hung McAfee; and and when Purcell was established near Neck City; and before that when the latter was Hell's Neck, and that makes me think of Old Jim Purcell and Big John C. Bailey, both sheriffs.
Cornells and Roaches
Harry Cornell operating the Pleasant Valley mines; the contest between the Cornells and Roaches against race suicide -Edith Johns playing "High School Cadets" and the "Silver Plume March." The night they celebrated the opening of the Elks Club; Mrs. Simpson's garden on Main Street; Perry Finn's greenhouse; Charlie Rinehart a "drummer" for Witte Hardware Company; and "Candy" Brown also a "drummer: sometimes called "Alphabet." The Market Fair with the guideless pacers; and Dr Carver, champion rife shot of the world and his diving horses Powder-Face and Cupid; and Bosco "who ate 'em alive" and Mrs. Waldron winning $100 for the best loaf of bread.
Do you remember when Joe Manlove came down from his horse-farm at Mt. Vernon to attend the Carthage schools; and Bill Stout and George Parke had their foundry; and the kangaroo court held sway at the old jail; and Henry Cowgill with his dog "Peacock" scaled the top of the Cowgill and Hill elevator the night it was afire; and Henry W. Putnam (Putty) worked for Al Harrison for $55 a month -John Blakeney throwing the letters into the mail-boxes at the Post Office at the rate of a mile a minute.
The first "talking machine" (with the ear tubes) brought to town by Charlie Blair; and Jack Turner's restaurant; and the "below zero" hop on the third floor of the Cassidy building on the south side, February 8th, 1895.
And the J. K. K. (Junior Kooking Klub) with Anna McDonald; and Rosine Deutsch, and Sally Boon and Bessie Baker, and Stella Conrad, Sophie Rockhold, and Emily Newell et al -And the I.F.F (In For Fun) Club with Kate Baker, and Leta Gray and Cora Brinkerhoff and Alice Harrington and Ada Turner and Jessie Caffee, et al -And the C.O.O.C (Carthage Oologist and Ornithologist Club) meeting weekly onthe third floor of the Curtis Wright home skinning cats and birds with Allen McReynolds, Henry Cowgill, Curtis Wright, myself and John Brown, who has since risen to fame as a naturalist, inspired and abetted somewhat, perhaps, by his experience in those days.
High Athletes of Past
And the diminutive Louis (DeLink)Cahn; and the Carthage High School team of 1895 when Henry Cowgill played quarterback and "Too Big" Clark played center rush with Jeff Davis, Reg Coffin, Bob Sweat, Fred Roup in the line; when we beat the college and Drury, losing only when we took too much territory and took on the Kansas City high School _and Johnny O'Keefe short stop on the Carthage College team, knocking home runs a la Babe Ruth.
And the old "Carthage Killers," our first professional baseball team, most of the members with whiskers; and don't whiskers remind you of John Henkel and Ed Murdock and Geiselhart and Al Laingor and the Marsee boys?
When we had Ketcham & Freed, doctors; Frank Greenwood in the lumber business; Timothy Oats, farmer; Mrs. Ragsdale, dressmanker; Clarence Shivers, secretary of the Ice and Cold Storage Company; the Knells, undertakers; and Jimmie Rainwater and Jimmie Maderia in the saloon business.
And old Sam Marrs and Mike Torphy, when he broke the rock on the breast of the hypnotic flint girl with a sledge hammer; the night Horn was murdered, and the night they murdered Little down by the old Baptist church.
Remember when Ed Thacker built the grand opera house, and Joe Logan and Don Hamilton, managers; and the excitement caused by the Black Crook? Days of Clay Clement in "The New Dominion." Days of "Jim, the Penman" "Ten Nights in a Bar Room;" the Payton Comedy Company; Katie Putnam in "The Old Lime Kiln"; days of the Dr. Sayman's Vegetable Soap open air concerts -Amateur theatricals with George Whitsett and Helene Phelps in "Louis the 14th", "Pirates of Penzance" and "Pinafore" with Edna Brown and Guy Wells and Hattie Perkins, and Jimmie Murrata, and Bill Sewall playing with the K.C.B.
And the theatricals that Mayme Mitchell directed, and the home-talent minstrels with Grant Pauley singing "My Gal is a High Born Lady" -and Eddie Scott singing "My Mother was a Lady" -and Mable Snyder singing "Lindy."
Furor Over Short Skirts Then
When there was a furor in town because the girls skirts in one of these shows were to be 14 inches from the floor instead of 12; and remember Capt. and Mrs. Harrington in their usual seats in the theater, first row in the dress circle next to the aisle.
And do you remember when the circus came to town? And the Wright girls singing; and the cakewalks with Eleanora Adams and Willie Reeves and Silash Moore stepping to the tune of "Alexander's Ragtime Band" and "Eli Green's Cakewalk" -And the old cornerstone laying when the Masons laid the corner stone for the courthouse and the Episcopal church and the High school and every other one of our great edifices.
And Luke and Ash (Jim and Byron) selling mines to fellows from Boston' and Chauncey and Bob Stickney making abstracts; and the band play "Silver Plume March" and "High School Cadets"; and Joe Leggett making his first bed springs by hand; and Julius Roessler and his dogs and Oliver Garrison and his; and the old gun club - and Mary Nealy Flanigan, the poetess; and Hutchinson's dye works; and John Pickett on the Press; and Whitakers first automobile which sounded like a threshing machine; and the old revivals at the churches; and Kate Conard, our artist.
And Curtis Wright and Bill Logan, and Thym and Jay and the McNerneys, pioneers in the Carthage Marble business, and Peter Hill driving in from his farm south of town; and Tom Melugin from the east, and R. G. Sloan from the north, and the Kinkaids from the west -and Ornduff Hill, where we got the longest "coast" on our sleds; and the walnuts, persimmons,wild grapes, hazelnuts, and paw-paws that we used to harvest in the hills along the banks of Spring River and Center Creek.
And so I could ramble on and on for a long long time -even then, giving but comparatively few of the names and the places and the times and the incidents that are so dear to me. Many of those nearest and dearest and which I hold most sacred are omitted from this reverie but they are inscribed indelibly on my memory.
With Greetings to All
JIM NEWELL
Parents:
James P. Newell
Anna G. Newell
Sisters
Margretta
Ella
Emily
Anna
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Married:
Jessie Maude Caffee
18 May 1900
Carthage, Jasper County, MO
Grace Episcopal Church
Parents of 3 Sons
1. JAMES PATTON NEWELL, JR.
born on 17 Aug 1902 (SSDI) in Carthage, Jasper County, MO., died 26 Dec 1993 in Los Osos, San Luis Obispo County, CA. (SSDI)
2. DAVID CAFFEE NEWELL
born on 23 Jan 1905 (SSDI) in Carthage, Jasper County, MO., died 25 January 1980 in Simi Valley, Ventura County, CA. (SSDI)
3. WARDEN JOHN NEWELL
born on 11 Dec 1907 (Missouri Birth Records 1851-1910) in Jasper County, MO.,
died in Nov 1980 in Alpine, Brewster County, TX. (SSDI)
After Jessie died, he married a second time. Information on 1940 census showed his residence in 1935 still in Ft. Pierce, but had, by 1940, moved to Washington D. C. with his current wife. He is employed in public relations for the Port and Harbor Association.
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1940 United States Federal Census
Name: James P Newell
Age: 61
Estimated Birth Year: abt 1879
Gender: Male
Race: White
Birthplace: Pennsylvania
Marital Status: Married
Relation to Head of House: Head
Home in 1940: Washington, District of Columbia, District of Columbia
Street: Connecticut Avenue
House Number: 1127
Farm: No
Inferred Residence in 1935: Fort Pierce, Florida
Residence in 1935: Fort Pierce, Florida
Resident on farm in 1935: No
Sheet Number: 1A
Number of Household in Order of Visitation: 16
Household Members:
Name Age
James P Newell 61
Betty R Newell 52
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Carthage Evening Press
JAS. P. NEWELL DIES TODAY
END COMES TO FORMER CARTHAGE MAN IN WASHINGTON
Stricken with Appendicitis and Underwent an Emergency Operation Wednesday
James P. Newell, former Carthage resident, died at 2:30 o'clock this afternoon in a hospital in Washington D.C., following an emergency operation Wednesday for appendicitis.
Message received late this afternoon by H. W. Putnam advised the body would be brought to Carthage, arriving Monday evening. Funeral services will be here sometime Tuesday.
James P. Newell, well-known for Carthage resident, was near death today in a Washington, D.C. hospital, according to a telegram received by H. W. Putnam.
Mr. Newell, who for two years has lived at the Mayflower Hotel in Washington, underwent an emergency appendix operation Wednesday. The message received this morning stated Mr. Newell was running a temperature of 107 degrees and that the physician reported death was near.
Mr. Newell's family consists of his wife and three sons by a former marriage. The are James Newell, Jr. of Logansport, IN., David Newell of Hollywood, CA., and John Newell of Alpine, TX. the mother of these young men, the first Mrs. Newell, was the former Jessie Caffee of Carthage, who drowned while bathing in the surf in Florida. Four sisters, Margaretta Newell, Mrs. Ella Putnam and Mrs. Harry Blair, all reside in Washington, D.C.
Mr. Newell's home is in Ft. Pierce, FL., and he had returned to Washington only a few days ago after a week's visit at Ft. Pierce.
He had been in Washington for some time past as a part of the organization working for the candidacy of Paul McNutt for the presidency on the Democratic ticket.
Mr. Newell grew up in Carthage and is widely known here.
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Below is an article that appeared in the Carthage Press January 7, 1931 written by J. P. 'Jim' Newell of his memoirs of Carthage in his young years.
HE RECALLS OLD TIMES
JIM NEWELL WRITES OF OLD RESIDENTS
Also Some of the Experiences Which Have Gone Down in Carthage History
Dear Bill Sewell:
Last summer I told Allen McReynolds that I would like to talk to the Rotary club about old times in Carthage, as they are indexed in my memory. He said "Jim, the trouble is that most of the boys are so young that they wouldn't know what you are talking about." That made me, at 52 years of age feel like an "Old Timer" indeed, and at that opportunity I limited myself to only a few reminiscences, but now in the holiday season, when I am indulging in reveries of the old days, in the good old home town, I am impelled to jot them down with the thought that in the whole big PRESS family, there may be many in whom it will awaken pleasant memories of by-gone days.
It will be rambling because I am indulging in my reveries just as they come to me as rapidly as my secretary can write them down.
My thoughts hark back to the days of the old courthouse square, with the bandstand in the center of the old log-cabin fence surrounding it' and the old political parades with the flambeau torch divisions and the gun clubs, headed by the old Light Guard band, marching around that square and into the park, where we listened in rapture, or in bitterness, according to our political prejudices, to the greatest orator in the history of the world.
The old mule street car line, of which J. W. Ground was superintendent, and on which it was a great treat to take a nickel ride out to Carter's Park on Sunday with Jake Bruffett, driving the mules with one hand and collecting the fare with the other; - days of old Bill Perry and Fatty Moore with their political wagers on the outcome of an election, with Fatty, the Democrat. Usually paying off by riding big Bill Perry around the square in a wheelbarrow- and remember Bill Perry's cigar stand on the west side where we could get the best apollinaris lemonade that was ever made for a nickel.
Cigars and Drinks
And speaking of cigars call to mind Charlie Kesweter, maker of the Little Casino; and drinks, remember A. D. McBean who gave us our first ice cream fruit sodas for five cents, and those pans of wonderful chocolate, vanilla and strawberry caramels made as only A. D. could make them, and the many little McBeans around the shop; and to some, drinks will recall the memory of old Joe Church and Doug Finley and Jimmy Maderia and Charlie Turner and Charlie Hal and George Thomas and Sam Sanderson and last but not least good old Jimmie Rainwater.
Remember the big fire on the west side when Sharp's saloon was a mass of icicles the next day; and the big fire on the south side of the square; and the night Motherspaw's barn burned down; and the old cracker factory; and the street car bar; and the evaporator; and the Globe Mills; and the frequent fires at the woolen mills. Gee, didn't we use to have some wonderful fires? And don't fires make you think of Charlie Shipps, and Ed Wood and the veteran Mathews, who is still on the job; and the wonderful firemen's tournament when Eddie Wood went to the top of the ladder in nothing flat.
And don't these tournaments remind you of the old encampments of the Second regiment of the Missouri National Guard out at Kellogg's pasture, where they tossed me in a blanket once because I was selling the Carthage Daily Banner, which had something in it the night before that one company didn't like; days of the old Light Guards, of Capt. Deutsch and Col. Caffee, Capt. Carl Gray and Capt. Joe McMillan, and Lieutenant Drake, and First Sergeant Dan Smith and Sergeant Hutchinson and Corporal Grissom and Louie Kahn high private in the rear ranks, and Sergeant Charlie Wood, who marched away to the Spanish American war and was brought back to sleep his eternal sleep under the oak trees at the went end of Chestnut street.
And Old Light Guard Band
And the old Light Guard band with Drum Major Bill Watson in his high black fur hat, and Charlie Dumars with his cornet, and Tom Glass with the base drum, and Andy Clifton with the snare, and Dalco Bottenfield and the Stump boys, and Frank Bennett and Frank Tull; and your own self tooting a horn as you've tooted the horn of good old Carthage through your PRESS these many years; -and the police force with Asa Hurst and Dan Buffett and Dave Stafford and Jimmy Flanigan, minions of the law who protected the life and safety of our people so faithfully and so long.
And Ike Comstock, more than a mere man, an institution in our town, who drove us to the old frame stations when we went away and was the first to greet us upon our return in season and out of season, in sleet and snow, at any hour of the day or night, all for two-bits; and George Babcock and Bill Norris, too with Ike, holding whip-hands at our weddings and lending the van at our funerals; -and the old station makes me think of Conductor Gillis and the Joplin bob.
Remember grand old Dr. Knight of the Presbyterian church and the college - and that greatest, grandest educator and nobleman, Professor J. M. White, who for more than a quarter of a century guided the destiny of our schools, and Professor Dodd and Professor Brandon, the latter with the pink whiskers, and Professor Ford and Miss Best, and Professor Asendorf, who is still with us, and Mrs. Cheatle and Miss Heath and Blanche Chase the librarian, etc., etc., etc., ad infinitum.
Newspaper of Yester-year
And Grant Pauley and Frank Pauley in the old Democratic glee club singing "The Boat is Coming Around the Bend, it is Loaded Down with Democratic Men" -and Sid Redding, the boy orator of the Young Men's Republican club; and A. F. Lewis and Ed. Hottle and Geor. Chhilcotte of the Carthage Daily Banner. And O. P. Caylor of the Carthage Democrat who later rose to national fame as a sports writer. And the old Carthage Patriot with Pump Carpenter at the helm. And A. W. St. John and C. Conard and dear lovable Lucy St. John in the old days of the Carthage Press when you were doing your apprenticeship.
And Cassil's well, where we walked on Sundays and picked the first dog-tooth violets, anemones, buttercups and pansy violets in the spring, And Carter's park where we explored the cave. and the brick-yard pond, where we skated once every few years, when ice formed over its shallow depth. And the bob-sled rides. And the old swimming holes, slaughter house, mill race, diving rock. And our picnics at Wildwood; and the Woolen mill spring. And the Briggs boys who knew where to find black perch, bass and catfish.
And old Ren Adams and Adam Isable (remember when Adam marched in the Democratic parade and had to have a body guard because he was the first "nigger Democrat" in those parts); - and "Uncle Jesse" Adams, grand old colored patriarch. And Mat Alyea, with his flowing whiskers and many teams to do our hauling; and Wood's Livery barn and Henry Tangner's and Frank Havens' - and Sam Wheeler's where we got a horse and buggy for our Sunday afternoon drive for $1.50. And the courthouse election, where youth was no bar to the ballot. And the day the first electric car pulled into Carthage on the White Line. And Deacon Smith, the fighting motorman and conductor- And Fred Ambrose making his parachute leaps.
Old Time Bankers
And W. E. Brinkerhoff and V. A. Wallace and E. B. Jacobs and W. H. Harding and W. H. Phelps of the First National Bank -And Dr. Caffee, and Samuel McReynolds and J. M. Whitsett and W. E. Hall, and A. B. Deutsch, and C. E. Turner, and John C. Guinn and Thos. McCune, and my own father of the Central National bank - and H. C. Cowgill and Frank Hill county clerk, and the election contest which she won; and Harry Blair, the youthful court reporter.
Champ Clark-Landis Debate
And the days of what your paper dubbed the "three ring circus" - Democrats, Populists and Silver Republicans; and the famous Bill Phelps-Gib Barbee political feud; and Bart Howard of the Joplin Globe; and the first time Bryan came to town; and the Camp Clark-Landis debate at the old Chautauqua - and what does Chautauqua make you think of except Dr. Steward and good old Sam Regan, and doesn't Sam Regan make you think of Timothy Regan, his sire?
And the old Spring River Valley Fair Association with Mr. Funt driving his fast horses; and E. Knell driving Ben McGregor and Baron Wilkes in exhibition heats- and can't you just see Mrs, Harrington in her elegant trap with her beautiful gray hair and her lavender parasol driving her prancing horse "Major" down the street? and C. O. Harrington, genial host of the Harrington Hotel, where he advertised "Milk from our own Jersey Dairy" and "Oranges from my own Florida Grove" - with George Eldred and Ray ream behind the deak and good old Cap Hillyer in charge of the cuisine, all for $2.00 per day meals included.
Dr. Carter and Dr. Whitney and Dr. Flower and Dr. W. H. K. King and Dr. Brooks, the guitar virtuoso; and old Dr. Wilson and Dr. McClurg and Doc. Chaffee pulling our teeth.
High School Class of '95
And the flower parade on the 4th of July, and the greased pole and the greased pig and the tug of war; and Leigh and Sibyl Hodges singing "Way Down in Grandpa's Meadow, We will Meet You at the Bars" -And the high school class of '95 with Jessie Caffee, valedictorian; and Henry Cowgill's oration on "Electricity" with the peroration "All as yet completed or begun is but the dawning that precedes the," and Charley Wood's oration on the "Coming of the Modern Vandals" with this conclusion "For when men think they most in safety stand, their greatest peril oft-times is at hand"; and Allen McReynolds in his masterful oration which was but a youthful augury of what was to follow in his life's work; and Hal Wise with the same class where he started his journalistic career as editor of the High School Star.
Back yonder when Walter Carter, now president of your Bank of Carthage, started his banking career sweeping out the Farmers and Drovers Bank; and Hale Boggess started about the same way at the Central National, and Shaffer at the First National; when Frankie Williams and Ray Leggett and a lot of the rest of your present day lending business men were in their swaddling clothes - and your brilliant John Flanigan too.
And don't you remember the bicycle hill-climbing contests at Tiger Hill, and Frank Moore with his tall "step in" bicycle with the little wheel in front, and Hal Wise had one too; and the old bicycle runs; and the days when "Buck-Foot" Boatright reigned supreme in Webb City; and when they hung McAfee; and and when Purcell was established near Neck City; and before that when the latter was Hell's Neck, and that makes me think of Old Jim Purcell and Big John C. Bailey, both sheriffs.
Cornells and Roaches
Harry Cornell operating the Pleasant Valley mines; the contest between the Cornells and Roaches against race suicide -Edith Johns playing "High School Cadets" and the "Silver Plume March." The night they celebrated the opening of the Elks Club; Mrs. Simpson's garden on Main Street; Perry Finn's greenhouse; Charlie Rinehart a "drummer" for Witte Hardware Company; and "Candy" Brown also a "drummer: sometimes called "Alphabet." The Market Fair with the guideless pacers; and Dr Carver, champion rife shot of the world and his diving horses Powder-Face and Cupid; and Bosco "who ate 'em alive" and Mrs. Waldron winning $100 for the best loaf of bread.
Do you remember when Joe Manlove came down from his horse-farm at Mt. Vernon to attend the Carthage schools; and Bill Stout and George Parke had their foundry; and the kangaroo court held sway at the old jail; and Henry Cowgill with his dog "Peacock" scaled the top of the Cowgill and Hill elevator the night it was afire; and Henry W. Putnam (Putty) worked for Al Harrison for $55 a month -John Blakeney throwing the letters into the mail-boxes at the Post Office at the rate of a mile a minute.
The first "talking machine" (with the ear tubes) brought to town by Charlie Blair; and Jack Turner's restaurant; and the "below zero" hop on the third floor of the Cassidy building on the south side, February 8th, 1895.
And the J. K. K. (Junior Kooking Klub) with Anna McDonald; and Rosine Deutsch, and Sally Boon and Bessie Baker, and Stella Conrad, Sophie Rockhold, and Emily Newell et al -And the I.F.F (In For Fun) Club with Kate Baker, and Leta Gray and Cora Brinkerhoff and Alice Harrington and Ada Turner and Jessie Caffee, et al -And the C.O.O.C (Carthage Oologist and Ornithologist Club) meeting weekly onthe third floor of the Curtis Wright home skinning cats and birds with Allen McReynolds, Henry Cowgill, Curtis Wright, myself and John Brown, who has since risen to fame as a naturalist, inspired and abetted somewhat, perhaps, by his experience in those days.
High Athletes of Past
And the diminutive Louis (DeLink)Cahn; and the Carthage High School team of 1895 when Henry Cowgill played quarterback and "Too Big" Clark played center rush with Jeff Davis, Reg Coffin, Bob Sweat, Fred Roup in the line; when we beat the college and Drury, losing only when we took too much territory and took on the Kansas City high School _and Johnny O'Keefe short stop on the Carthage College team, knocking home runs a la Babe Ruth.
And the old "Carthage Killers," our first professional baseball team, most of the members with whiskers; and don't whiskers remind you of John Henkel and Ed Murdock and Geiselhart and Al Laingor and the Marsee boys?
When we had Ketcham & Freed, doctors; Frank Greenwood in the lumber business; Timothy Oats, farmer; Mrs. Ragsdale, dressmanker; Clarence Shivers, secretary of the Ice and Cold Storage Company; the Knells, undertakers; and Jimmie Rainwater and Jimmie Maderia in the saloon business.
And old Sam Marrs and Mike Torphy, when he broke the rock on the breast of the hypnotic flint girl with a sledge hammer; the night Horn was murdered, and the night they murdered Little down by the old Baptist church.
Remember when Ed Thacker built the grand opera house, and Joe Logan and Don Hamilton, managers; and the excitement caused by the Black Crook? Days of Clay Clement in "The New Dominion." Days of "Jim, the Penman" "Ten Nights in a Bar Room;" the Payton Comedy Company; Katie Putnam in "The Old Lime Kiln"; days of the Dr. Sayman's Vegetable Soap open air concerts -Amateur theatricals with George Whitsett and Helene Phelps in "Louis the 14th", "Pirates of Penzance" and "Pinafore" with Edna Brown and Guy Wells and Hattie Perkins, and Jimmie Murrata, and Bill Sewall playing with the K.C.B.
And the theatricals that Mayme Mitchell directed, and the home-talent minstrels with Grant Pauley singing "My Gal is a High Born Lady" -and Eddie Scott singing "My Mother was a Lady" -and Mable Snyder singing "Lindy."
Furor Over Short Skirts Then
When there was a furor in town because the girls skirts in one of these shows were to be 14 inches from the floor instead of 12; and remember Capt. and Mrs. Harrington in their usual seats in the theater, first row in the dress circle next to the aisle.
And do you remember when the circus came to town? And the Wright girls singing; and the cakewalks with Eleanora Adams and Willie Reeves and Silash Moore stepping to the tune of "Alexander's Ragtime Band" and "Eli Green's Cakewalk" -And the old cornerstone laying when the Masons laid the corner stone for the courthouse and the Episcopal church and the High school and every other one of our great edifices.
And Luke and Ash (Jim and Byron) selling mines to fellows from Boston' and Chauncey and Bob Stickney making abstracts; and the band play "Silver Plume March" and "High School Cadets"; and Joe Leggett making his first bed springs by hand; and Julius Roessler and his dogs and Oliver Garrison and his; and the old gun club - and Mary Nealy Flanigan, the poetess; and Hutchinson's dye works; and John Pickett on the Press; and Whitakers first automobile which sounded like a threshing machine; and the old revivals at the churches; and Kate Conard, our artist.
And Curtis Wright and Bill Logan, and Thym and Jay and the McNerneys, pioneers in the Carthage Marble business, and Peter Hill driving in from his farm south of town; and Tom Melugin from the east, and R. G. Sloan from the north, and the Kinkaids from the west -and Ornduff Hill, where we got the longest "coast" on our sleds; and the walnuts, persimmons,wild grapes, hazelnuts, and paw-paws that we used to harvest in the hills along the banks of Spring River and Center Creek.
And so I could ramble on and on for a long long time -even then, giving but comparatively few of the names and the places and the times and the incidents that are so dear to me. Many of those nearest and dearest and which I hold most sacred are omitted from this reverie but they are inscribed indelibly on my memory.
With Greetings to All
JIM NEWELL
James P. Newell
Anna G. Newell
Sisters
Margretta
Ella
Emily
Anna
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Married:
Jessie Maude Caffee
18 May 1900
Carthage, Jasper County, MO
Grace Episcopal Church
Parents of 3 Sons
1. JAMES PATTON NEWELL, JR.
born on 17 Aug 1902 (SSDI) in Carthage, Jasper County, MO., died 26 Dec 1993 in Los Osos, San Luis Obispo County, CA. (SSDI)
2. DAVID CAFFEE NEWELL
born on 23 Jan 1905 (SSDI) in Carthage, Jasper County, MO., died 25 January 1980 in Simi Valley, Ventura County, CA. (SSDI)
3. WARDEN JOHN NEWELL
born on 11 Dec 1907 (Missouri Birth Records 1851-1910) in Jasper County, MO.,
died in Nov 1980 in Alpine, Brewster County, TX. (SSDI)
After Jessie died, he married a second time. Information on 1940 census showed his residence in 1935 still in Ft. Pierce, but had, by 1940, moved to Washington D. C. with his current wife. He is employed in public relations for the Port and Harbor Association.
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1940 United States Federal Census
Name: James P Newell
Age: 61
Estimated Birth Year: abt 1879
Gender: Male
Race: White
Birthplace: Pennsylvania
Marital Status: Married
Relation to Head of House: Head
Home in 1940: Washington, District of Columbia, District of Columbia
Street: Connecticut Avenue
House Number: 1127
Farm: No
Inferred Residence in 1935: Fort Pierce, Florida
Residence in 1935: Fort Pierce, Florida
Resident on farm in 1935: No
Sheet Number: 1A
Number of Household in Order of Visitation: 16
Household Members:
Name Age
James P Newell 61
Betty R Newell 52
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Carthage Evening Press
JAS. P. NEWELL DIES TODAY
END COMES TO FORMER CARTHAGE MAN IN WASHINGTON
Stricken with Appendicitis and Underwent an Emergency Operation Wednesday
James P. Newell, former Carthage resident, died at 2:30 o'clock this afternoon in a hospital in Washington D.C., following an emergency operation Wednesday for appendicitis.
Message received late this afternoon by H. W. Putnam advised the body would be brought to Carthage, arriving Monday evening. Funeral services will be here sometime Tuesday.
James P. Newell, well-known for Carthage resident, was near death today in a Washington, D.C. hospital, according to a telegram received by H. W. Putnam.
Mr. Newell, who for two years has lived at the Mayflower Hotel in Washington, underwent an emergency appendix operation Wednesday. The message received this morning stated Mr. Newell was running a temperature of 107 degrees and that the physician reported death was near.
Mr. Newell's family consists of his wife and three sons by a former marriage. The are James Newell, Jr. of Logansport, IN., David Newell of Hollywood, CA., and John Newell of Alpine, TX. the mother of these young men, the first Mrs. Newell, was the former Jessie Caffee of Carthage, who drowned while bathing in the surf in Florida. Four sisters, Margaretta Newell, Mrs. Ella Putnam and Mrs. Harry Blair, all reside in Washington, D.C.
Mr. Newell's home is in Ft. Pierce, FL., and he had returned to Washington only a few days ago after a week's visit at Ft. Pierce.
He had been in Washington for some time past as a part of the organization working for the candidacy of Paul McNutt for the presidency on the Democratic ticket.
Mr. Newell grew up in Carthage and is widely known here.
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Below is an article that appeared in the Carthage Press January 7, 1931 written by J. P. 'Jim' Newell of his memoirs of Carthage in his young years.
HE RECALLS OLD TIMES
JIM NEWELL WRITES OF OLD RESIDENTS
Also Some of the Experiences Which Have Gone Down in Carthage History
Dear Bill Sewell:
Last summer I told Allen McReynolds that I would like to talk to the Rotary club about old times in Carthage, as they are indexed in my memory. He said "Jim, the trouble is that most of the boys are so young that they wouldn't know what you are talking about." That made me, at 52 years of age feel like an "Old Timer" indeed, and at that opportunity I limited myself to only a few reminiscences, but now in the holiday season, when I am indulging in reveries of the old days, in the good old home town, I am impelled to jot them down with the thought that in the whole big PRESS family, there may be many in whom it will awaken pleasant memories of by-gone days.
It will be rambling because I am indulging in my reveries just as they come to me as rapidly as my secretary can write them down.
My thoughts hark back to the days of the old courthouse square, with the bandstand in the center of the old log-cabin fence surrounding it' and the old political parades with the flambeau torch divisions and the gun clubs, headed by the old Light Guard band, marching around that square and into the park, where we listened in rapture, or in bitterness, according to our political prejudices, to the greatest orator in the history of the world.
The old mule street car line, of which J. W. Ground was superintendent, and on which it was a great treat to take a nickel ride out to Carter's Park on Sunday with Jake Bruffett, driving the mules with one hand and collecting the fare with the other; - days of old Bill Perry and Fatty Moore with their political wagers on the outcome of an election, with Fatty, the Democrat. Usually paying off by riding big Bill Perry around the square in a wheelbarrow- and remember Bill Perry's cigar stand on the west side where we could get the best apollinaris lemonade that was ever made for a nickel.
Cigars and Drinks
And speaking of cigars call to mind Charlie Kesweter, maker of the Little Casino; and drinks, remember A. D. McBean who gave us our first ice cream fruit sodas for five cents, and those pans of wonderful chocolate, vanilla and strawberry caramels made as only A. D. could make them, and the many little McBeans around the shop; and to some, drinks will recall the memory of old Joe Church and Doug Finley and Jimmy Maderia and Charlie Turner and Charlie Hal and George Thomas and Sam Sanderson and last but not least good old Jimmie Rainwater.
Remember the big fire on the west side when Sharp's saloon was a mass of icicles the next day; and the big fire on the south side of the square; and the night Motherspaw's barn burned down; and the old cracker factory; and the street car bar; and the evaporator; and the Globe Mills; and the frequent fires at the woolen mills. Gee, didn't we use to have some wonderful fires? And don't fires make you think of Charlie Shipps, and Ed Wood and the veteran Mathews, who is still on the job; and the wonderful firemen's tournament when Eddie Wood went to the top of the ladder in nothing flat.
And don't these tournaments remind you of the old encampments of the Second regiment of the Missouri National Guard out at Kellogg's pasture, where they tossed me in a blanket once because I was selling the Carthage Daily Banner, which had something in it the night before that one company didn't like; days of the old Light Guards, of Capt. Deutsch and Col. Caffee, Capt. Carl Gray and Capt. Joe McMillan, and Lieutenant Drake, and First Sergeant Dan Smith and Sergeant Hutchinson and Corporal Grissom and Louie Kahn high private in the rear ranks, and Sergeant Charlie Wood, who marched away to the Spanish American war and was brought back to sleep his eternal sleep under the oak trees at the went end of Chestnut street.
And Old Light Guard Band
And the old Light Guard band with Drum Major Bill Watson in his high black fur hat, and Charlie Dumars with his cornet, and Tom Glass with the base drum, and Andy Clifton with the snare, and Dalco Bottenfield and the Stump boys, and Frank Bennett and Frank Tull; and your own self tooting a horn as you've tooted the horn of good old Carthage through your PRESS these many years; -and the police force with Asa Hurst and Dan Buffett and Dave Stafford and Jimmy Flanigan, minions of the law who protected the life and safety of our people so faithfully and so long.
And Ike Comstock, more than a mere man, an institution in our town, who drove us to the old frame stations when we went away and was the first to greet us upon our return in season and out of season, in sleet and snow, at any hour of the day or night, all for two-bits; and George Babcock and Bill Norris, too with Ike, holding whip-hands at our weddings and lending the van at our funerals; -and the old station makes me think of Conductor Gillis and the Joplin bob.
Remember grand old Dr. Knight of the Presbyterian church and the college - and that greatest, grandest educator and nobleman, Professor J. M. White, who for more than a quarter of a century guided the destiny of our schools, and Professor Dodd and Professor Brandon, the latter with the pink whiskers, and Professor Ford and Miss Best, and Professor Asendorf, who is still with us, and Mrs. Cheatle and Miss Heath and Blanche Chase the librarian, etc., etc., etc., ad infinitum.
Newspaper of Yester-year
And Grant Pauley and Frank Pauley in the old Democratic glee club singing "The Boat is Coming Around the Bend, it is Loaded Down with Democratic Men" -and Sid Redding, the boy orator of the Young Men's Republican club; and A. F. Lewis and Ed. Hottle and Geor. Chhilcotte of the Carthage Daily Banner. And O. P. Caylor of the Carthage Democrat who later rose to national fame as a sports writer. And the old Carthage Patriot with Pump Carpenter at the helm. And A. W. St. John and C. Conard and dear lovable Lucy St. John in the old days of the Carthage Press when you were doing your apprenticeship.
And Cassil's well, where we walked on Sundays and picked the first dog-tooth violets, anemones, buttercups and pansy violets in the spring, And Carter's park where we explored the cave. and the brick-yard pond, where we skated once every few years, when ice formed over its shallow depth. And the bob-sled rides. And the old swimming holes, slaughter house, mill race, diving rock. And our picnics at Wildwood; and the Woolen mill spring. And the Briggs boys who knew where to find black perch, bass and catfish.
And old Ren Adams and Adam Isable (remember when Adam marched in the Democratic parade and had to have a body guard because he was the first "nigger Democrat" in those parts); - and "Uncle Jesse" Adams, grand old colored patriarch. And Mat Alyea, with his flowing whiskers and many teams to do our hauling; and Wood's Livery barn and Henry Tangner's and Frank Havens' - and Sam Wheeler's where we got a horse and buggy for our Sunday afternoon drive for $1.50. And the courthouse election, where youth was no bar to the ballot. And the day the first electric car pulled into Carthage on the White Line. And Deacon Smith, the fighting motorman and conductor- And Fred Ambrose making his parachute leaps.
Old Time Bankers
And W. E. Brinkerhoff and V. A. Wallace and E. B. Jacobs and W. H. Harding and W. H. Phelps of the First National Bank -And Dr. Caffee, and Samuel McReynolds and J. M. Whitsett and W. E. Hall, and A. B. Deutsch, and C. E. Turner, and John C. Guinn and Thos. McCune, and my own father of the Central National bank - and H. C. Cowgill and Frank Hill county clerk, and the election contest which she won; and Harry Blair, the youthful court reporter.
Champ Clark-Landis Debate
And the days of what your paper dubbed the "three ring circus" - Democrats, Populists and Silver Republicans; and the famous Bill Phelps-Gib Barbee political feud; and Bart Howard of the Joplin Globe; and the first time Bryan came to town; and the Camp Clark-Landis debate at the old Chautauqua - and what does Chautauqua make you think of except Dr. Steward and good old Sam Regan, and doesn't Sam Regan make you think of Timothy Regan, his sire?
And the old Spring River Valley Fair Association with Mr. Funt driving his fast horses; and E. Knell driving Ben McGregor and Baron Wilkes in exhibition heats- and can't you just see Mrs, Harrington in her elegant trap with her beautiful gray hair and her lavender parasol driving her prancing horse "Major" down the street? and C. O. Harrington, genial host of the Harrington Hotel, where he advertised "Milk from our own Jersey Dairy" and "Oranges from my own Florida Grove" - with George Eldred and Ray ream behind the deak and good old Cap Hillyer in charge of the cuisine, all for $2.00 per day meals included.
Dr. Carter and Dr. Whitney and Dr. Flower and Dr. W. H. K. King and Dr. Brooks, the guitar virtuoso; and old Dr. Wilson and Dr. McClurg and Doc. Chaffee pulling our teeth.
High School Class of '95
And the flower parade on the 4th of July, and the greased pole and the greased pig and the tug of war; and Leigh and Sibyl Hodges singing "Way Down in Grandpa's Meadow, We will Meet You at the Bars" -And the high school class of '95 with Jessie Caffee, valedictorian; and Henry Cowgill's oration on "Electricity" with the peroration "All as yet completed or begun is but the dawning that precedes the," and Charley Wood's oration on the "Coming of the Modern Vandals" with this conclusion "For when men think they most in safety stand, their greatest peril oft-times is at hand"; and Allen McReynolds in his masterful oration which was but a youthful augury of what was to follow in his life's work; and Hal Wise with the same class where he started his journalistic career as editor of the High School Star.
Back yonder when Walter Carter, now president of your Bank of Carthage, started his banking career sweeping out the Farmers and Drovers Bank; and Hale Boggess started about the same way at the Central National, and Shaffer at the First National; when Frankie Williams and Ray Leggett and a lot of the rest of your present day lending business men were in their swaddling clothes - and your brilliant John Flanigan too.
And don't you remember the bicycle hill-climbing contests at Tiger Hill, and Frank Moore with his tall "step in" bicycle with the little wheel in front, and Hal Wise had one too; and the old bicycle runs; and the days when "Buck-Foot" Boatright reigned supreme in Webb City; and when they hung McAfee; and and when Purcell was established near Neck City; and before that when the latter was Hell's Neck, and that makes me think of Old Jim Purcell and Big John C. Bailey, both sheriffs.
Cornells and Roaches
Harry Cornell operating the Pleasant Valley mines; the contest between the Cornells and Roaches against race suicide -Edith Johns playing "High School Cadets" and the "Silver Plume March." The night they celebrated the opening of the Elks Club; Mrs. Simpson's garden on Main Street; Perry Finn's greenhouse; Charlie Rinehart a "drummer" for Witte Hardware Company; and "Candy" Brown also a "drummer: sometimes called "Alphabet." The Market Fair with the guideless pacers; and Dr Carver, champion rife shot of the world and his diving horses Powder-Face and Cupid; and Bosco "who ate 'em alive" and Mrs. Waldron winning $100 for the best loaf of bread.
Do you remember when Joe Manlove came down from his horse-farm at Mt. Vernon to attend the Carthage schools; and Bill Stout and George Parke had their foundry; and the kangaroo court held sway at the old jail; and Henry Cowgill with his dog "Peacock" scaled the top of the Cowgill and Hill elevator the night it was afire; and Henry W. Putnam (Putty) worked for Al Harrison for $55 a month -John Blakeney throwing the letters into the mail-boxes at the Post Office at the rate of a mile a minute.
The first "talking machine" (with the ear tubes) brought to town by Charlie Blair; and Jack Turner's restaurant; and the "below zero" hop on the third floor of the Cassidy building on the south side, February 8th, 1895.
And the J. K. K. (Junior Kooking Klub) with Anna McDonald; and Rosine Deutsch, and Sally Boon and Bessie Baker, and Stella Conrad, Sophie Rockhold, and Emily Newell et al -And the I.F.F (In For Fun) Club with Kate Baker, and Leta Gray and Cora Brinkerhoff and Alice Harrington and Ada Turner and Jessie Caffee, et al -And the C.O.O.C (Carthage Oologist and Ornithologist Club) meeting weekly onthe third floor of the Curtis Wright home skinning cats and birds with Allen McReynolds, Henry Cowgill, Curtis Wright, myself and John Brown, who has since risen to fame as a naturalist, inspired and abetted somewhat, perhaps, by his experience in those days.
High Athletes of Past
And the diminutive Louis (DeLink)Cahn; and the Carthage High School team of 1895 when Henry Cowgill played quarterback and "Too Big" Clark played center rush with Jeff Davis, Reg Coffin, Bob Sweat, Fred Roup in the line; when we beat the college and Drury, losing only when we took too much territory and took on the Kansas City high School _and Johnny O'Keefe short stop on the Carthage College team, knocking home runs a la Babe Ruth.
And the old "Carthage Killers," our first professional baseball team, most of the members with whiskers; and don't whiskers remind you of John Henkel and Ed Murdock and Geiselhart and Al Laingor and the Marsee boys?
When we had Ketcham & Freed, doctors; Frank Greenwood in the lumber business; Timothy Oats, farmer; Mrs. Ragsdale, dressmanker; Clarence Shivers, secretary of the Ice and Cold Storage Company; the Knells, undertakers; and Jimmie Rainwater and Jimmie Maderia in the saloon business.
And old Sam Marrs and Mike Torphy, when he broke the rock on the breast of the hypnotic flint girl with a sledge hammer; the night Horn was murdered, and the night they murdered Little down by the old Baptist church.
Remember when Ed Thacker built the grand opera house, and Joe Logan and Don Hamilton, managers; and the excitement caused by the Black Crook? Days of Clay Clement in "The New Dominion." Days of "Jim, the Penman" "Ten Nights in a Bar Room;" the Payton Comedy Company; Katie Putnam in "The Old Lime Kiln"; days of the Dr. Sayman's Vegetable Soap open air concerts -Amateur theatricals with George Whitsett and Helene Phelps in "Louis the 14th", "Pirates of Penzance" and "Pinafore" with Edna Brown and Guy Wells and Hattie Perkins, and Jimmie Murrata, and Bill Sewall playing with the K.C.B.
And the theatricals that Mayme Mitchell directed, and the home-talent minstrels with Grant Pauley singing "My Gal is a High Born Lady" -and Eddie Scott singing "My Mother was a Lady" -and Mable Snyder singing "Lindy."
Furor Over Short Skirts Then
When there was a furor in town because the girls skirts in one of these shows were to be 14 inches from the floor instead of 12; and remember Capt. and Mrs. Harrington in their usual seats in the theater, first row in the dress circle next to the aisle.
And do you remember when the circus came to town? And the Wright girls singing; and the cakewalks with Eleanora Adams and Willie Reeves and Silash Moore stepping to the tune of "Alexander's Ragtime Band" and "Eli Green's Cakewalk" -And the old cornerstone laying when the Masons laid the corner stone for the courthouse and the Episcopal church and the High school and every other one of our great edifices.
And Luke and Ash (Jim and Byron) selling mines to fellows from Boston' and Chauncey and Bob Stickney making abstracts; and the band play "Silver Plume March" and "High School Cadets"; and Joe Leggett making his first bed springs by hand; and Julius Roessler and his dogs and Oliver Garrison and his; and the old gun club - and Mary Nealy Flanigan, the poetess; and Hutchinson's dye works; and John Pickett on the Press; and Whitakers first automobile which sounded like a threshing machine; and the old revivals at the churches; and Kate Conard, our artist.
And Curtis Wright and Bill Logan, and Thym and Jay and the McNerneys, pioneers in the Carthage Marble business, and Peter Hill driving in from his farm south of town; and Tom Melugin from the east, and R. G. Sloan from the north, and the Kinkaids from the west -and Ornduff Hill, where we got the longest "coast" on our sleds; and the walnuts, persimmons,wild grapes, hazelnuts, and paw-paws that we used to harvest in the hills along the banks of Spring River and Center Creek.
And so I could ramble on and on for a long long time -even then, giving but comparatively few of the names and the places and the times and the incidents that are so dear to me. Many of those nearest and dearest and which I hold most sacred are omitted from this reverie but they are inscribed indelibly on my memory.
With Greetings to All
JIM NEWELL
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