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+ Hays Free Press April 13, 2016 QUOTE OF THE WEEK "It (annexation) oillprotect the interest and quality of life for the citizens of Buda along with providing quality development." -Bobby Lane, Buda council member Page 3A ,0 T et's talk fashion for a bit. I rarely see |much in print dealing with what s .l-.~fash- ionable these days, [ From the so I figure I [ r_m**,we might toss u- un ~ ~/~ in my opin- [ Nest ion. I am [ I ~ notgoing to [ by Clint Younts spend much time chat- ting about clothes that youngsters are , wearing nowadays, but I must say I dont understand why young 'uns are wearing ripped up jeans or why holey pants cost more whole ones. I often have torn jeans, but they got that way being too close to barbed wire. I sure didn't pay extra to look poor. I would rather discuss what attire is appropriate for us men of distinction. Now, for most of my 50+ years on Plan- et Earth, I have had a female giving me fashion tips. As a youngster, my mother and sister would offer advice in men's fashion, and in the past 35 years, I re- ceive daily input from my wife. Oh, in the early days of dating and marriage, her comments would be subtle, like "Babe, that shirt doesn't go well with those pants", or "Let me pick out a shirt for you." Once the honeymoon was over, she'd say, "You're NOT going to wear THAT, are you?" And "When was the last time you wore that shirt? 19757" I must admit that for halfa century, my clothing preference hasn't changed much. I continue to wear jeans nearly every day until they are so threadbare that folks can see what color of drawers I'm wearing underneath. Then I toss 'em away and head down to Tractor Supply and buy a new pair. Maybe I should sell my old jeans to some kid who doesn't care about showing off his underwear to the general public. Over time, some fashions have been discontinued in my household, thanks to garage sales and sneaky daughters who have to be seen in public with their old man. My favorite pearl-snap western shirts that were so stylish back in the '80s mysteriously disappeared from my closet in the '90s. My wife claims they were ei- ther destroyed in our washer or were lost at the dry cleaners. It was kind of strange that only my clothes were destroyed while being laundered. Being an astute observer and good listener, as long as there's not a football game on I have picked up on what attire may be considered unstylish for mature men. Some ensembles have been seen on my lanky frame until I heard "You're NOT going to wear THAT, are you?", but I would never be caught dead wearing some of these outfits. Skinny jeans. I don't think dudes should wear them. You'd never see a country fella wearing pants that require a crowbar and axle grease to get 'era on and off. What country boy has never had to drop trou quickly after discovering he's been standing in a fire ant bed? If he had been wearing those skinny jeans, he'd have ant bites all the way to his dan- gly-bits. I have been informed that men should never wear socks with sandals. Although I agree this is a fashion faux pas, I might've done it a few times at home when I needed to step outside to "water the grass" on a cold night. It is also apparently inappropriate to wear cowboy boots with shorts. Again, if I feel an urgency to go water the grass or I hear some critter digging in the trashcan, I have been known to venture outdoors wearing an ensemble of Joe Boxers and Tony Lamas. Older guys shouldn't wear Spandex or muscle shirts for the same reason Spam is packaged in a tin can and not in clear plastic wrap. French jeans with button flies should only be worn by men with strong bladders, and tight leather pants can make slight flatulence sound like a tuba rehearsal. Guys, my best advice of wearing proper attire are this: Let your wife pick out your clothes. Bless Clint's wife for keeping an eye on him before he heads to work. Even the cows might give him strange looks, if left to his own devices. crowsnest78610@gmail.com I j in AoPart of the history f this newspaper alked in the front door this week, and it was an incredible feeling. Family members of T.E Harwell, who founded the Kyle News in 1903, walked in the door after noticing the stone at the top of the Hays Free Press building showed a date of 1903. Bob Barton, owner of this newspaper until his death a few years ago, bought the Kyle Newsffom Turner Harwell, T.E's son, in 1953. Bob was in college and jointly purchased the paper with his best friend and local legendary superin- tendent Moe Johnson. After a series of name and location changes, the news- paper finally settled back in Kyle as the Hays Free Press, Hip Czech by Cyndy Slovak-Barton only a few blocks from the site of the original newspaper. Turner continued to work at the newspaper for an- other 40 years and could be found helping customers at the front counter and taking photos for Kyle. Where was the Kyle News located at its founding? Across the street from the current Kyle Baptist Church on Center Street. The old Harwell home has since been moved. The presses and business were in a shed behind the home: This week, Tommy.Edwin Harwell and his daughter Tonja Harwell Mettlen were attending a wedding in San Antonio and decided to make a stop at the cemetery in Kyle. Tommy is the son of Don Lee Harwell, Turner's youngest brother. Neither Tommy nor his daughter and son-in-law live in Kyle and just wanted to take a look at the town after all those years. And when they walked in, they found a surprise. After more than 20 years of hang- ing on to old Harwell family photos, I was finally able to hand over the photos to family members. It brought tears to every- one's eyes. It is something incredible to look at pho- tos of grandparents and great-grandparents and real- ize the family resemblance. It was especially important to Tonya Harwell, since her young son is named Fletcher, after his great-grandfather. According to Tonya, he looks just like all his kinfolk- even down to the Harwell ears. It just shows that family history and photos are important. No matter how many generations have come and gone, families like to look at their past and compare - and see who looks like whom. For Tommy and Tonya, we hope they enjoy their little surprise. For me, I'm glad to hand over the precious photos to family members. It made my day. Most of us are or have been dreamers. As youngsters, we see or read about successful, well-known people. Everyone says wonderful things about them, so we start developing our ideas about life's journey based on those attitudes. Many youngsters want to be like one or both parents. I knew my mother was a rock solid, honest and true to her faith, so I wanted to have those qualifies. Dad was a rancher who had a formal education of 7th or 8th grade; it was never quite clear to me which. What was abundantly clear was that, from a math standpoint, he had a PhD mind. I was blessed enough to inherit some of that math ability but no desire to be a rancher or a mathematician. My high school buddies all took a lot of math courses, especially my best pal, Douglas Aycock. We didn't do IQ tests in those days, but I believe Doug wonld've been offthe charts. He became a doctor specializing in psychiatry. I followed Doug and a couple of other friends and took five math courses in high school: Algebra I, Algebra II, Plane Geometry, Solid Geometry and Webb's Wisdom by Willis Webb Trigonometry. I didn't take a solitary math course in college in attaining a Bachelor of Science degree in journalism. At age 14, the writing bug bit me. I wanted to be the world's greatest sportswriter and wrest the crown from Granfland Rice, acknowledged as America's best in the first half of the 20th Century. ]oumalism-English teacher and school newspaper sponsor Louise Forke began to nudge me toward the writing field in junior high and, of course, I joined the paper staffin my freshman year and remained through high school. As a senior, I received a one-year scholarship of tuition, books and fees from Dr. Ferol Robinson, head of the journalism department at then-Sam Houston State Teachers College. That and a job as an evening short order cook in the Club Caf~ across the street from the campus paid for the first semester. while the scholarship continued for the second term, I moved out of the kitchen and into the job of sports publicity director for SHSTC for a whopping $45 a month and got to travel with the Bearkat football team and some with the basketball team. I was told the job was part time and I was still carrying a full course load. I was also required to run the public address system at home basketball and baseball games. Things cruised along busily through the rest of that freshman year and well into my sophomore year before it became painflflly apparent that I was nmning out of money. Forty-five dollars a month and no scholarship didn't enable me to pass Go. So, Grantland Rice was in no immediate danger, and I sought full time employment in order to replenish the college fund. My hometown newspaper, The Teague Chronicle, was in an ownership transition and needed a newsman to handle all general news except "socie~," which the bookkeeper-receptionist would handle. And, shucks, they were going to quadruple my monthly salary as SHSTC's sports publicity director. Plus I could live at home with no room and board bill. After a year in Teague, I decided I needed to go to school where there were more job opportunities than Huntsville offered and offI went to the University of Houston, where I could get cheap room and board with an aunt and uncle and attend a BIG school. With the help of Huntsville Item editor Don Reid Jr., I garnered a $1,000 scholar- ship ($500 each semester) to private school U. of H. Three part-time jobs the first year and a full-time job my senior year dictated night school. The full-time slot was as general manager of a suburban weekly paper completed the erasure of the sports writing hall of fame from my dreams. I was inoculated with the special brand of printer's ink that flows through a newspaperman's veins. And, the magic of hill immersion in a small town's life dictated a half century- plus as a country editor. It was a blast. Willis Webb is a retired community newspaper editor-publisher of more than 50 years experience. wwebb@wildblue.net Barton Publications, Inc. News tips: news@haysfreepress.com Opinions: csb@haysfreepress.com 113 W. Center St., Kyle, TX 78640 512-268-7862 122 Main St., Buda, TX 78610 512-295-9760 www.haysfreepress.com Publisher Reporters Cyndy SIovak-Barton Paige Lambert, Anna Herod News and Sports Editor Moses Leos III Samantha Smith, Columnists Bartee Halle, Pauline Tom, Chris Winslow, Clint Younts Proofreaders Jane Kirkham, Debbie Hall Marketing Director Tracy Mack Marketing Specialists James Darby, Pam Patino Production Manager David White Production Assistant Christine Thorpe Circulation/Classifieds Suzanne Hallam Distribution Gabe Oranelas %