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MEMPHIS—Mrs. A. G. Co burn of St. Clair as a guest of Mrs. Ross Keenan Thursday. Mrs. Leotard Timmerman has returned to Hawthorne, Calif. after a visit with relatives here. Capt. and Mrs. Lloyd Shar rard are making an extended visit with Mrs. Sharrard’s par ents, Mr. and Mrs. Fred Likins. Layman’s Sunday was ob served at the Congregational church Sunday. Owen McCall and Charles Baker, service men, talked on the subject, “The Church’s Job—as Seen by the Returning Serviceman.” Men of the church conducted the en tire service. Mr. and Mrs. Lee McGuffin went to Dearborn Sunday and took home Jimmie Paul, who had been staying with them several weeks. They brought home his sister, Connie Paul, for a visit here. They are Mr. and Mrs. McGuffin’s’ grand children, and the children of Mr. and Mrs. Ronald Paul of Dearborn. Public installation of officers was held by Tin Ata chapter, 222, was held in the Masonic Temple Friday night. Mrs. Hattie Black of Port Huron spent the weekend with Mrs. William Reynolds. Mrs. Eunice Miller of Center Line visited relatives here Sat urday. Church officials and all Sun day school officers, with their wives, met in the Masonic Tem ple Saturday night. Pot luck dinner was served. Business was discussed. A miscellaneous shower was given Wednesday night in the home of Mr. and Mrs. Winfred Pratt for their daughter, Inez, who was married Thursday. The evening was spent in playing pedro. The bride received many lovely gifts. Refreshments were served. “Never take rides in passen ger cars,” Jeff had warned me. “Truck drivers are safer. They are not wolves,”’ I had learned also that thumbing a ride is out of date. A pleading gesture works much better. I had also taken a tip from the King of the Hoboes and decided to travel alone and travel light. “Let's get some java,” Joe suggested, pulling in at a road side beanery, “This is on me.” The sandwich and coffee hit the spot, but Joe needn't have wor ried about picking up the check. I had heeded the warning of Jeff Davis, who had told me to take enough money to get to my destination. He had told me, too, to eat only in brightly lighted places—never in dives. If I had been travelling as a true holooette instead of as a re porter making an experiment, I would have followed Jeff's ad vice to stay in each town a little while. I'd have gotten a job and worked my way from place to place. Hoboes and hoboettes dif fer from tramps in this respect. They're always willing to work. Jeff says the number of hobo ettes has increased chiefly be cause girls have learned new freedom since working in war plants. Right now, the kitchen seems dull to Rosie the Riveter, but Jeff predicts she'll be more than glad to get back to the fire side before long. “If you can’t get a room,” Jeff counsels,‘curl up in the waiting room of a bus or railroad sta tion. Play safe.” Joe never guessed I was any thing but a hoboette. Nor did he guess, as he dropped me in town with a cheery “Good luck to ya” that his was to be the last ride I would bum.
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Monitor Leader
Mount Clemens, Michigan, US
Thu, Nov 08, 1945
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