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john marshal

We’re in an odd fix over books. A lot of people want to burrow into what children and young adults are reading or should not be reading. Organized groups are out to ban reading that explores sensitive, often controversial topics. Classrooms and libraries are in their crosshairs. Consider:
‒ In St. Marys, The Pottawatomie Wabaunsee Regional Library leases a city-owned building. The library serves eight area communities and is supported with county taxes. The library’s landlords are city commissioners, all members of Society of St. Pius X, an extreme Catholic religious sect.
Last August, a local parent was upset when his child checked out “Melissa,” a book about a transgender child. Commissioners, worried that the library contained immoral material, issued a lease renewal for 2023 that insisted the library banish material that was sexually explicit “or racially or socially divisive.”
The proposed book purge ignited a public uproar, drew a protest petition with more than 1,000 signatures and brought legal pressure from the American Civil Liberties Union. After a series of tense public meetings, the commission last month extended the lease without restrictions, but promised rigorous scrutiny of the library’s inventory.
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‒ In Newton, Schools Superintendent Fred Van Ranken has proposed a special panel to evaluate reading materials for, among other things, sexual content, language, violence, drugs and alcohol, religious and political threads.
Van Ranken insists that Newton is not banning books. The idea is to improve the “level of communication” with parents who may be concerned about what their children are reading, he told The Wichita Eagle.
‒ In Missouri, Secretary of State Jay Ashcroft has received more than 10,000 public comments on a proposed rule that threatens public libraries’ state funding if they make “age-inappropriate materials” available to minors.
Ashcroft’s rule would prohibit libraries from using state funds to purchase materials that appeal to the “prurient interest of a minor.” Parents may challenge materials, displays or events if they think they’re not age appropriate. The result of any challenge would be posted on the library’s website.
Across America, special interests have launched efforts to ban from classrooms books that depict race or LGBTQ issues. Legislators in Kansas and elsewhere have introduced bills to ban teachers from discussing homosexuality or topics on race. Discussion of the impact of historic racism in the U.S. has already been banned in several other states.
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Telling people what they can or can’t read is another way of telling them what they can or can’t think. Youngsters are at the front because they and their schools are easy targets. But the mind, no matter its age, is not a public affair but a private affair, and the library is its well spring.
In this country an enduring political theory is that our conscience is a confidential concern and only our deeds and words ‒ not our thoughts ‒ should be open to survey, censure or punishment. It’s a fine idea that has held for a long time. It is an idea that cannot safely be compromised, lest it be destroyed. Nor should it be modified, even under the guise of “security,” or “morality.”
Politicians may say that people who sample irregular or robust ideas are “dangerous”, or belong to subversive elements. A difference of opinion suddenly becomes a mark of infamy, of failure to conform, to be “normal.” Teachers, legislators, athletes and others may come under scrutiny. Demanding political conformity for a place in line or the price of a job is the principle of hundred percentism, the age-old blood brother of witch burning.
We enter a dark place when the government begins examining a person’s library or conscience. People’s acts and words may be open to inspection, but not their reading habits, or thoughts, or their political affiliation or philosophical bent.
Those who long to investigate morality or loyalty insist that they would use this power wisely. This is a wistful notion. We only need to watch totalitarians at work to see that once people gain power over others’ minds, such power is never used sparingly or wisely, but lavishly and brutally and with unspeakable results.
The fuss over books comes from fear of change, from conjuring fictive threats to our “freedoms.” It seeks to control, to clear the decks of doubtful characters. We can achieve reasonably clear decks if we apply our civil rights and duties to all citizens, even those with opinions and reading appetites opposite ours. This may be a dangerous idea but holding it does not necessarily make one a dangerous person.

 

 

Weather adage precisely correct

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Thayne Cozart
Milo Yield

My ol’ pappy, Czar E. Yield, always said, “when the days begin to lengthen, the cold begins to strengthen.” It’s an old weather adage, and certainly not original with him, but it proved itself precisely correct on the winter solstice in December of 2022.
I’m starting this column on Dec. 22. Yesterday the temperature stayed in the high 30s. Now, a day later, the high temperature never reached zero degrees. The wind chill was below 20 below zero.
Move forward to Dec. 23 and the temp started out below zero and is now at a sizzlingly hot 11 degrees. That’s all proof enuf for me that the old timers understood the changing seasons pretty well considering they had nuthin’ but experience and gut instinct to rely on in weather forecasting.
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The parallel side of the winter solstice is that now the days are getting longer and summer is on its way. So, don’t forget where you stashed your bermuda shorts, swimming trunks and bikinis.
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The weather wuz so cold across most of the nation that I’m theorizing that a lot of folks did something “naughty” on Christmas Eve in hopes that ol’ Santa Claus would take notice and bring them a big lump of coal for their main gift.
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Yesterday when it wuz so cold and windy, looking out my windows, I never saw one living wild critter — bird or otherwise — all day long. Even the starlings abandoned the purple martin birdhouses they’d appropriated, or else they froze to death in them. I’ve always got a murder of 8-10 crows that hang around my compost pile every day. Never saw a black feather of them. Even the snowbirds that usually eat gravel from my windswept driveway were absent.
The absence of wildlife tells me that all of them were surprised by the nasty turn of weather, too.
However, today, early afternoon, my pet covey of 18 quail showed up at the cedar trees north or our home. So, I went out and fed them Christmas Eve grain sorghum and cracked corn as part of my evening chores.
But, as usual, a good thing had a bad thing to go with it. This morning, Christmas, I saw the resident red tail hawk nab and devour one of my pet quail. The offending hawk at Damphewmore Acres apparently doesn’t understand that rodents, not quail, should be at the top of the menu. Oh, well, at least the hawk enjoyed a quail meal on a frigid day. Ain’t nuthin’ better than a quail dinner.
Hopefully, the weather moderates soon At least, that’s the forecast.
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An elderly farm spinster was widely known in her community as “Miss Optimist.” She always looked at life from a glass three-fourths-full perspective.
Well, quite sadly, Miss Optimist wuz involved in a serious traffic accident while traveling out-of-state with her best friend. The best friend escaped the accident unhurt.
After a quick examination at Miss Optimist in the emergency room, doctors said an immediate massive blood transfusion was all that could save her life, but her blood type was unknown and there clearly wasn’t time to run the test.
So, the emergency room personnel ran to get Miss O’s friend, hoping she would know what blood type to use. She didn’t. But, the friend rushed to Miss O’s bedside, hoping she could still speak and would know her blood type.
Tragically, when her friend questioned Miss O about the urgency of knowing her blood type to save her life, Miss O managed only four barely-decipherable words before passing.
The grieving friend told the doctors that she had been unable to learn Miss O’s blood type.
“But,” the friend volunteered, “true her nature, she was optimistic to the very end. Her last words whispered to me were, ‘Be positive, be positive.’”
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The past week I’ve had a cold and occasional hacking cough. It’s just a nuisance, and not like the flu other members of our family have had. I’m trying to play it safe and pretty much staying away from crowds.
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To keep happy the kindly newspaper folks who make this column possible, I’m finishing up this end-of-2022 column early on the day after Christmas — Boxing Day, for those who keep track of such inconsequential things. So, I’m writing it before ringing in the New Year 2023, but you’ll be reading it after New Year’s Eve.
Reminiscing, I miss the raucous New Year’s Eve parties of my youth and middle-age. The memories are some of my finest — and most of them involved a New Year’s Eve country music dance. There might even be a few memories that I “forgot” for some reason or another.
So, let’s close out 2022 with these words of wisdom for 2023. “Rather than make a new year’s resolution to change yourself, resolve to be an improved version of yourself.”
Have a good ‘un.

VIP Vets

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lee pitts

I think my veterinarian and I are the last two men in America who get their hair cut at a barber shop instead of a ‘salon’. That’s where I ran into him. “Did I tell you I had to get a new doctor?” I asked my vet.

“Yeah, you mentioned it. How’s the new physician working out?”

“Well, I wouldn’t exactly call him new,” I said. “He’s got to be 80 if he’s a day.”

“You must be talking about old Doc Mallard.”

“You know of him then? What do you think him as a doctor?”

“I’ve heard of him all right. For heaven’s sake, Doc Mallard was my mother’s doctor! Mallard’s now part of the Quack Medical Group and that should be your first clue. And personally, I make it a point to avoid any doctor who can’t even keep the plants in his office alive.”

“I know he’s a little old but I like Dr. Mallard. On our first visit he asked me to show him where I felt pain so I touched my foot and said it hurt. Then I touched my head and I said it hurt too. Finally, I jabbed myself in the stomach and doubled over in pain. I thought I had cancer-of-the-everything but be accurately diagnosed me as having a broken finger! After only one visit he cured me of diseases I didn’t even know I had, like the heebie jeebies, the creeps, cooties and the willies. We’re now working on my vapors, breakbone fever, nettlerash, scrofula, quinsy, glanders, carbuncles, boils, dyspepsia, piles, scurvy, consumption, farcy, and hectic fever.”

“You do know those diseases are already wiped out?” asked my vet.

“I know. See how good he is! With the younger docs everything’s a ‘syndrome’ and all they really know how to do is play golf. With Doc Mallard I’m off all the meds I was on before and instead he switched me over to Lydia E. Pinkhams Vegetable Compound. Not all pharmacies carry it but you can make your own with a mortar and pestle and a few herbs and weeds from your garden. But the news isn’t all good. Doc Mallard says he’ll probably need to bleed me to cure my dropsy and cerebral softening.”

“You do know that the last person who was bled by a doctor was over a hundred years ago? At least on purpose.”

“Well it can’t hurt and who knows, it might even help me.”

“Tell me again why you quit your last physician.”

“I really liked him but my insurance wouldn’t cover me because he joined the Matasanos Medical Group.”

“You do know ‘matasanos’ roughly translates to “killers of the healthy?”

“I’d have stayed with him but he became part of the movement called concierge, valet or VIP medicine. It’s also called Beverly Hills medicine because rappers, drug dealers, sports stars and the Kardashians are joining up. To stay with the Matasanos Group I’d have to pay $2,700 up front for a yearly membership fee.”

“What is this, COSTCO medicine?” asked my vet.

“In addition to the yearly fee it’s $150 a visit, payable in cash. No insurance accepted. Basically it’s for wealthy clients. Perhaps it’s something you should look into for your veterinarian practice.”

“I really doubt that your average rancher is going to give me $2,700 just to establish a deeper relationship with me.”

“It’s basically a status symbol for rich people who want their doctor to make house calls,” I said.

“I do that now and no one is giving me $2,700 a year!” replied my vet.

“For this membership fee you get a promise the doctor will ALWAYS be on time and you’ll have complete access to a network of specialists your doc can refer you to in order to take part of the blame if things go wrong.”

“Who would I have in my network?” asked my vet.

“You could refer your patients to the tallow man or the leather tanner, for example. And if your client was reading an article in an old cow magazine the concierge vet would wait until you finished reading the article so he’d wait on you instead of the other way around. So what do you think of the idea of VIP Vets or Beverly Hills boutique veterinarians?” I asked.

“I think the part about always being on time would be a real deal breaker for me,” replied my vet.

A Tribute To Maggie

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Frank J Buchman
Frank Buchman

“Maggie is being turned out to the life of the wild and free.”
While it might initially seem a grand time for the 15-year-old buckskin Quarter Horse mare, she’ll likely change her mind.
Certainly, this is sad and discouraging time for owner-rider of the very ornery yet many times all-around champion performance horse.
Acquired as a seven-year-old, Maggie’s registered name is CLC Frost Four Doc with a pedigree featuring prominent foundation Quarter Horses.
Purchased to be a “show horse,” Maggie had showring experience that was enhanced throughout her working career.
Maggie changed considerably under this ownership yet perhaps with more bad days than the good ones. However, Maggie would frequently receive complimentary comments.
Those without a clue what a good horse really is often said, “That’s sure a beautiful horse you have.”
Even seasoned, knowledgeable horsemen, trainers and judges sometimes gave recognition to Maggie.
Champion at halter many times, it wasn’t her conformation that attracted attention. Maggie is old-fashioned type, fairly-well muscled, chunky, thick necked, with a somewhat-common head.
Yet evaluators have credited her: “That mare is one of the truest moving horses here.”
Without white markings, her golden buckskin color with long black mane and tail made Maggie stand out in the crowd.
On way too many occasions, Maggie also made quite the spectacle in the showring. Not from outstanding performance but from quite the opposite.
Depending on the day, show conditions, and just how she felt, Maggie threw the most embarrassing conniption fits ever imaginable.
She’d sometimes swish her tail constantly, almost run off, jerking on the bit, throwing her head. On the worst days, Maggie would whirl around a number of times throughout a class. Never bucking, but just being a downright nuisance that everybody watching could see.
Unlike certain horseshow exhibitors who will seemingly brag “I haven’t ridden my horse since the last show.” Maggie was ridden at the ranch throughout the week in preparation for weekend shows.
Riding in the pasture, Maggie was as near perfect as could ever be expected. Come show days that would sometimes change completely.
Different veterinarians and horse experts evaluated Maggie’s erratic attitudes prescribing certain medications and handling. Really it was just the way she was. Maggie was Maggie.
Easy to criticize the mare, Maggie on many days was a winner, an all-around champion. In eight different associations, Maggie has won in every class.
Halter, showmanship, pleasure, horsemanship, walk-trot, trail, reining, working ranch horse, ranch pleasure, extreme cowboy race, English pleasure, English equitation, hunter hack.
When her rider was recovering from having both knees replaced afraid to ride a real speed-event horse, Maggie stepped up. She ran to place in barrel racing, flag race, pole bending, keg bending, lead back race, and Western jump,
On several occasions, Maggie was entered in 18 classes during one show, often claiming the highpoint award.
She’s been used rounding up cattle, ridden in parades, and driven pulling a comfortable high-wheeled cart.
Likely, doing the best in her lifetime, Maggie won or placed high in every class during handfuls of August horseshows.
Then, the next weekend, after riding daily throughout the week, Maggie was extremely lame disqualified from show participation.
Extensive medical attention, x-rays, farrier work, drug treatment, special care, dieting, Maggie remained lame.
Finally, horse specialist veterinarian diagnosed the problem as severe laminitis. No definite cause was determined, but most likely an unpreventable inherited issue.
With intensive care, medication, strict diet, corrective shoeing, there’s less than 50 percent probability Maggie will be sound to show. Likewise, chances of her carrying a foal to live birth are less promising.
Important family member, Maggie is in Flint Hills pasture where there are two other retirees with daily feed and watchful eye.
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Setting The Record Straight On Annie Oakley

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“Annie Oakley can outshoot Andy Taylor.”
Despite being more than six decades old, The Andy Griffith Show reruns are one of the best shows on television.
After seeing it several times, realization finally clicked that “Annie Oakley” was the sharpshooter in “The Perfect Female” episode.
For those missing that installment, Andy’s date Karen Moore played by Gail Davis showed him up in a shooting match.
From 1954 to 1957, Gail Davis starred as television’s Annie Oakley, handpicked by series producer and cowboy singer-actor Gene Autry.
Autry once famously called Davis “the perfect Western actress,” to which The Andy Griffith Show episode title likely calls back.
Davis didn’t just play a sharpshooter on television. Growing up in an Arkansas smalltown, Davis learned to shoot target practicing on acorns even before she learned to sing and dance.
Autry met Davis when she was a student at the University of Texas. Davis impressed him so much, Autry told her to look him up if she ever came to Hollywood.
Shortly after Davis graduated, she visited California and Autry made good on his word putting Davis in his shows.
In 1956, one newspaper described Davis as she appeared at a local show. “With yellow hair pigtails, cowgirl hat, she was dainty as a China doll, carrying a six-gun on her hip and toting a shiny-barreled .22 rifle.”
At live shows, Davis would thrill crowds by shooting Christmas ornaments off a revolving wheel.
She’d shoot over her shoulder while sighting in a mirror and then nailing a bullseye located far behind her. On The Andy Griffith Show in 1961, Davis recreated this act for the last time.
“I tried to find other acting work, but I was too identified as Annie Oakley. Directors would say, ‘Gail, I’d like to hire you. But you’re going to have to wait a few years, dye your hair. and cut off your pigtails.’
“Directors just couldn’t envision me in a sexy part or playing a heavy. I was always going to be Annie Oakley. So, as they say, I retired.”
Thus, The Andy Griffith Show would be the last time she ever appeared onscreen.
Both recognized sharpshooting cowgirl entertainers, Gail Davis and the real Annie Oakley she portrayed were different. And they both were born with different names.
Gail Davis was born Betty Jeanne Grayson on October 5, 1925, and passed March 15, 1997, age 71. The true Annie Oakley was born Phoebe Ann Mosey August 13, 1860, and passed November 3, 1926, age 66.
Annie Oakley developed hunting skills as a child to provide for her impoverished family in western Ohio. At age 15, Annie won a shooting contest against an experienced marksman, Frank Butler, who she later married in 1876.
The pair joined the Buffalo Bill Wild West Show in 1885, performing in Europe before royalty and other heads of state. As the only female performer, Annie traveled the globe as the world’s champion markswoman.
Audiences were amazed seeing Oakley shoot a cigar from her husband’s hand or splitting a playing-card edge-on at 30 paces. She earned more than anyone except Buffalo Bill himself.
In the late 1800s, ushers traditionally punched a hole or two in free tickets to the circus, theater, or shows. The pock-marked tickets resembled the playing cards that Oakley would shoot holes through during her performances. This led to free admissions being referred to as “Annie Oakley’s.”
After a bad rail accident in 1901, Annie Oakley had to settle for a less taxing routine. She toured in a play written about her career.
Oakley also instructed women in marksmanship, believing strongly in female self-defense. Her stage acts were filmed for one of Thomas Edison’s early Kinetoscopes in 1894,
Since her death, Oakley’s story has been adapted for stage musicals and films, including the popular “Annie Get Your Gun.”
Gail Davis and Annie Oakley were inducted into the National Cowgirl Museum and Hall of Fame in Fort Worth, Texas.
“Back then I knew the Annie Oakley show was having a positive impact, especially on little girls,” Gail Davis said. “It wasn’t until years later that I realized just how much. Little girls had turned into influential women, thanking my portrayal of Annie for showing them the way.”
The real Annie Oakley pressed for women to be independent and educated. She was a key influence in the creation of the image of the American cowgirl.
Oakley provided substantial evidence that women are as capable as men when offered the opportunity to prove themselves
Throughout Oakley’s life, she campaigned for equal pay for equal work, and advocated participation of women in the military
Andy Griffith is a famous actor, but he must stand behind Gail Davis and Annie Oakley when it comes to marksmanship.
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