– Peter Allen
Welcome to July in Augusta. It has been hot lately, but I don’t have to tell most of you, it has been hot before.
I was checking the newspaper archives for tips on how folks used to cope before air conditioning and found this odd little poem in a July 1878 issue of The Chronicle under the title Brevities. See what you think:
“Oh for a breeze.
“Mercury on the wing.
“Our thermometer has busted.
“No stand-up collars this kind of weather.
“The sun strikes both the just and unjust.
“Watermelon and cantaloupe vines are drying up under the hot sun.
“Rain is needed badly. The dust rose in clouds yesterday afternoon.
“There were very few passengers on any of the trains yesterday.
“Too hot to travel.”
YOUR MAIL: But it’s not too hot for these modern travelers. Carrie and Dave Welter send a postcard from Rhode Island and say: “Another year, another hearing convention, this time in Providence. Striving to tell all that there is help for hearing loss. Great convention.”
Billy Barkley sends greetings from the Alamo and reminds us “five South Carolinians perished including commander Col. William Travis, of Saluda.”
Mary Wimberly from Gibson, Ga., writes that she’ll “be glad when my piggy bank says I can go back to Washington, D.C., and Maryland to visit relatives.”
Preston and Barbara Price of Augusta are “down here in Key West, Fla. … sure was a long ride (800 miles), but we’re enjoying it now.”
The Weldons, from Martinez, say words can’t describe the beauty of Yellowstone National Park. Carolyn, Mary and others send greetings from Cape Cod.
And Ernie and Martha Odom, of Evans, send a card from Boston where they “followed the Atlanta Braves to historic Fenway Park and saw the Braves win. We’re finishing up our baseball tour at Camden Yards where we saw the Washington Nationals and Baltimore Orioles. Looking forward to returning home to see the GreenJackets.”
TODAY’S JOKE: Everett Fernandez shares this one:
A man and his wife rushed into a dentist’s office. “Doc,” the man said, “I have two buddies out in my car waiting for us to go play golf, so forget about the anesthetic. We have a 10 a.m. tee time at the best golf course in town, and it’s 8:30 already. I don’t have time for the gums to get numb. Just pull the tooth, and be done with it!”
“OK, OK,” the rushed dentist said, “just tell me which tooth is it?”
The man turned to his wife and said, “Open your mouth, honey, and show him.”