NEWS FROM LONG AGO SEPTEMBER 28, 1900 FROM THE ACKERMAN RECORD, VOL. 2, NUMBER 28 (CONTINUED) LOCALS AND PERSONALS: We regret to hear of the death of Mrs. C. E. Carnes, wife of Prof. Carnes, principal of the McCool school, which sad event occurred on last Sunday. The RECORD extends sympathy to the bereaved husband. - The Ackerman high school opens Monday and on this day the county free term begins so far as Ackerman school is concerned and pupils are requested to be promptly on hand at 8:50. Mr. Tipton also asks that all interested be present Monday morning and see the work begin. - That faraway dreaming look that J. P. Johnson is wont to wear is now disappearing and by Sunday we think it will leave him altogether. For some time he has not been able at all times to preserve his wonted imperturbability of countenance and equilibrium mentality, but he is coming around all right. - J. F. Watson of Bywy was a visitor to town Tuesday. We did not talk with Mr. Watson but understand that he has declined the idea of moving to town. We surmise that he has concluded that if he were to come to Ackerman, he might lose his habits. It was the pleasure of the senior editor last Monday evening to spend a short time at the hospitable home of Mr. Cicero Snow, who lives five miles east of Ackerman, Mr. Snow is one of Choctaw’s most prosperous and progressive farmers. We visited his Louisiana cane patch and we can testify that his prospect for a large yield is very flattering. Mr. Snow never raised red potatoes or Sorghum and consequently is also able to hold his cotton for the best prices. - It was our great pleasure to have a call on last Monday from our friend, Mr. Robin Quinn of Trinity Springs. Mr. Quinn is now about 84 years of age and is hale, hearty, and active. There is no better man that he in the land. He belongs to the old school of folks who blazed out the path and made possible the way our civilization has come. Mr. Quinn renewed his allegiance to the RECORD and that gave us exquisite pleasure as we count ourselves fortunate in having so good a man as he among our circle of readers. The hour and more that Mr. Luthet Manship occupied the rostrum last Saturday night passed all too quickly. His impersonations are true to life and his mimicry in the realm of the ludicrous causes the stolidest and staidest to lose their decorum. And when he betakes himself to a portrayal of the lovely, the true and the beautiful, his auditors luxuriate in a crystal sun paved with marble, while he paints pictures of exquisite taste and adorns his ideas with the magnificent prodigality of architectural splendor. The genial gentleman and wide awake dentist, Dr. R. A. Nicholson, has equipped his office with all the modern appliances that genius can invent. But you ought to see his magnificent offerings to the love of the beautiful. He has pictures that bring out the delicate tints of the blond and brunette. And to hear the majestic music and inspiring anthems set to new measures as he pours forth his psalm of life – his heart tribute beauty- makes one feel as if fanned by seraph wings. We trust the Doctor has not had hopes enkindled beyond the possibility of realization
