Those of us who signed on at LSU for the glory and riches of a career in journalism owe a considerable debt to our training ground, The Daily Reveille. We learned a lot deal from our classes, but it was the Reveille that taught us what it was like to actually put out a daily newspaper.
Preston Holton, of New Orleans, says The Advocate’s July 30 story about possible Reveille cutbacks brought back this memory:
“As a senior in J-school I was selected to the Reveille ad staff for 1973-74.
“That year there was a shortage of newsprint due to a paper mill strike or something, and it looked as though we wouldn’t be able to print the paper at all.
“Finally our faculty advisor was able to obtain a shipment of Yellow Pages (remember those?) paper which was used to print the Reveille. As I recall, we were able to produce a limited run three days a week on a slightly shorter tabloid format.
“The Reveille was a sort of canary color that year, giving a whole new meaning to the term ‘Yellow Journalism.’”
Zizi Price, of New Orleans, enters this lament in Smiley’s Poetry Contest:
“Born and raised in New Orleans, yes siree.
Neither oil bust nor Katrina made me flee.
But all this gentrification seems for the edification
of folks who are much richer than me.”
Mariano Hinojosa, of Baton Rouge, says, “A women’s group from my church was recently enjoying lunch, during which they shared their thoughts about the recent departure of our long-time pastor.
“One of the ladies, who is married to a retired pastor, observed, ‘Well, this is the first time in my adult life that the pastor resigned and I did not go with him.’”
Sam Raney says, “Many years ago Sister Mary, in her white dress and big white Bible, walked the streets of downtown Baton Rouge, blessing everyone she saw.
“I was late and on my way to a meeting at one of the banks early one morning, and while sitting at a red light realized I had no money in my pocket. I needed $5 to park in the bank lot.
“As I was wondering what to do, I had a tap on my car window. When I looked up, there was Sister Mary.
“I ran my window down and when I did, she threw something on my lap and said, ‘God said to bless you today.’
“I looked down and there was $5 in my lap. I looked up to thank her and she was gone.
“I have several more stories of this little angel who walked among us. We need her back today.”
Mrs. Happy’s class
Merle Smiley Cooper tells of her early experience as a substitute teacher:
“I told my second-grade students for the day my name, Mrs. Smiley.
“A short time later a little girl raised her hand and asked, ‘Will you help me with this, Mrs. Happy?’
“I was always proud of my ‘Smiley’ name, and was especially pleased that it evoked such good ‘vibes.’”
Jan Burtt tells the reader who asked that the Paramount Theater sign was once located at a restaurant on Antioch Road in Baton Rouge:
“The house turned into a restaurant was located to the right as you crossed the Claycut Bayou bridge.
“My husband and I went to the restaurant about 30 years ago. The old sign remained for a couple of years once the short-lived restaurant closed. In any event, it was probably destroyed in the flood of 1983.”
Special People Dept.
— J. Albert and Eva Delle Guilbeau, of Lafayette, celebrate their 70th anniversary on Wednesday, Aug. 5. Daughter Cecile Guilbeau Gauthreaux says, “They day after they got married my dad got orders from the Navy to report to base due to the bomb being dropped on Hiroshima. It was a very momentous couple of days for sure!”
— Mae and T. Med Hogg celebrated their 67th anniversary on Thursday, July 30.
— Jack and Mary Cutrer celebrate their 65th anniversary on Wednesday, Aug. 5.
— Dick and Lois Currie celebrate their 60th anniversary on Wednesday, Aug. 5.
Out of sight
Jimmy Varnado, of Baton Rouge, says, “A policeman pulled me over for going the wrong way on a one-way street, and told me of my error.
“He said, ‘You didn’t see that arrow?’
“My reply was, ‘Man, I didn’t see the Indian.’
“He shook his head and said, ‘Man, turn around and get out of here.’ He didn’t give me a ticket.”
Richard Guidry, of Zachary, says, “Last week my 98-year-old dad, Chester Guidry of Central, had to have the battery in his pacemaker replaced.
“I jokingly told him these batteries only last for up to 10 years, but for an extra $25 he could get one with a lifetime warranty.
“He thought a minute and then said, ‘No, I think the regular one will do fine.’”
Write Smiley at Smiley@theadvocate.com. He can also be reached by fax at (225) 388-0351 or mail at P.O. Box 588, Baton Rouge, LA 70821.