Lions charter night banquet was Feb. 20, 1941

Neighbor Grover sez nothing sucks more than that moment during an argument when you realize you’re wrong. Rockdale Noon Lions Club will celebrate a milestone

Thursday evening—its 70th birthday.

Pam Alford recently gave me a printed program from that organization’s charter night banquet held Thursday evening, Feb. 20, 1941. It was one of many fond possessions of her father, Harold Love who was an active Lions Club member for decades, although he was not a charter member.

The charter night event was held in the Rockdale High School gymnasium, now the old Rockdale Elementary School gymnasium.

Officers of that very first Rockdale Lions Club (the word “noon” wasn’t added to the title for a couple of decades or more) were:

Clyde Franklin, postmaster, president; S.C. Miles, school superintendent, first vice-president; W.H. Cooke (my father), publisher, second vice-president; W.P. “Red Hogan, automobile dealer, third vice-president; W. T. Pearson Jr., f lorist/realtor, secretary-treasurer; Harry Harris, insurance agent, tail twister; and W.S. Duke, drug store owner, Lion tamer.

In addition to the officers, other member of the board of directors were A.H. Lovvorn, K.S. King, E.H. Balhorn and Dr. A.A. Urban, dentist.

Other charter members not already named above were Judge E.A. Camp, John M. Weed Sr., J.M. Moorman, Frank Brandon, Jesse Lee Bankston, C.E. Prewitt,

David McGuyer, Quintus W. Joiner and Rev. S.T. Schroeder.

Most of these remained loyal Lions until their deaths.

Congratulations, Rockdale Noon Lions, on marking seven decades of sterling civic service to this community and beyond.


Our story of the week is titled “The Memorial Stone.”

Horace died and his will, his wife Joyce was surprised to find, provided $30,000 for an elaborate funeral.

As the guests departed the funeral, Joyce turned to her oldest and dearest friend, Sarah, and said, “Well, I’m sure Horace would be pleased,” she said.

“I’m sure you’re right,” Sarah replied, then lowered her voice and leaned in close. “How much did it really cost?”

“A ll of it,” Joyce said. “A ll $30,000.”

“No,” Sarah said, “I mean, it was very nice, but $30,000?”

Joyce said, “The funereal was $6,500. I donated $500 to the church. The spirits, wine, food and snacks were another $500. The rest went for the memorial stone.”

Sarah quickly computed the total of $7,500 and said, “ The memorial stone cost $22,500? How big is it, anyway?”

Joyce answered, “Three and a half carats.”


One of the gals down at the city library sent the following e-mail to this desk:

“I just got off the phone with a friend in Michigan. She said that since early this morning the snow has been nearly waist high and is still falling. The temperature is dropping below zero and the north wind is increasing. Her husband has done nothing but look through the kitchen window.

“She says that if it gets much worse, she may have to let him in.”


Stick these definitions in your vocabulary to impress your friends:

Adult— Someone who has stopped growing at both ends and is now just growing in the middle.

Beauty parlor—A place where women curl up and dye.

Cannibals—People fed up with people.

Chickens—The only critters we eat before they’re born and after they’re dead.

Committee— A body that keeps minutes and wastes hours.

Dust—Mud with the juice squeezed out.

Egotist—One who is usually me-deep in conversation.

Toothache—A pain that can drive you to extraction.

Secret—Something you tell only one person at a time.

Inflation—Cuts money in half without damaging the paper.

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