Clipping from the The Jimplicute, Scott City, MO:
75 Years Ago
Feb. 6 1905 (Monday)
Mayor Robert G. Whitelaw leaves for St. Louis, whence he will
go to Mexico City; he is one of many all over state taking advantage of
excursion rates over Frisco and Rock Island lines.
Miss Edna Williams of Commerce arrives to take position at
Sackman�s; she will live at home of
Miss Bessie Cunningham on North Sprigg street.
Euchre at Parochial Hall draws biggest crowd ever.
City Council meeting is postponed. Clerk George E. Chappell is still too ill to be out of bed.
Letter to the Editor
The Jimplicute, Scott City, MO 63754
Dear Editor:
In
the year 1905, Scott City was know as Edna.
The town was sparsely populated and there was very little amusement for
the young people. When the suggestion
was made to a group of young people to go to �Lost Hill� and do a little rifle
shooting and find out who was the best shot, all agreed it would be fun.
A
horse and carriage was hired for most of the young people for the trip. Although, there was one couple who had such a
handsome horse and fine carriage who wanted to go in their own. We all met at �Lost Hill.�
�Lost
Hill� was located between Edna and Chaffee.
It was one high hill covered with trees and surrounded by flat land. To me, it always looked so lonely and
mysterious. I thought it was well
named.
After
our arrival, the men brought out the rifles and it was agreed the target would
be a bottle tossed into the air. The
men bragged about how good they were at shooting. They did let the women try to hit the target. Those who tried, missed. The men smiled. One young man, who was confident that he could show everyone how
it was done, took his turn but missed.
One
of the men turned to me and said, �You have not had your turn.� He handed the rifle to me and I took
aim. I never took my eyes from the
bottle. When I pulled the trigger,
something happened that I never expected.
The bottle was hit and flew into pieces. The crowd cheered and yelled, �Look who is the best shot � a
young girl.� All the sharp shooters who
had bragged so much about what they could do had been beaten � and I had won
with pure luck.
Edna Drexler
Letter to the Editor
The Jimplicute, Scott City, MO 63754
Thursday, June 21, 1984
Dear Editor:
The question of the burial of an Indian princess in one of the
old cemeteries in and around Scott City is interesting but the answer will be
hard to find. I do not recall any such
event. In fact I never saw or heard of
any Indians in Scott County all during my childhood or as an adult.
I recall hearing my mother tell the story of the Indians moving
through Scott County on their way to reservations. She was a very little girl of four years of age when this
happened. It was at the time when the
Civil War was just beginning.
The news had spread all around the countryside the day the
Indians were to pass by her farm home.
Everyone wanted to the Indians.
My mother was allowed to go down by the fence and watch. She was warned to be nice to them. The Indians came down the road in great
numbers, men, women and children all walking together. My mother saw some women had babies on their
backs. She wanted so very much to see
the baby�s face, so she asked one of the women nearest to her, �Please may I
see your baby?� The Indiana woman
quickly flipped the baby from her back down so she could see the baby�s
face. My mother said it was a pretty
baby. Then quickly, the woman flipped
the baby on her back and went down the road.
I listed to the stories about the Indians and their ways by
many of the older people. I remember
they said that the Indians buried their dead in special sacred burial
grounds. At that time they would not
have buried their dead in the white man�s cemeteries. This is my recollections of the Indians in Scott County.
Sinerely,
Edna Drexler
Out in the Country
Out in the country,
yes, it is me
But I am making plans
you will see
Sitting and sighing all
the long day,
People may think that I
should stay.
I don�t like it, and
I�m not going to try
For I can be quiet
after I die
Stand at the window,
look out in vain,
All one ever sees is
sunshine or ran.
And clouds that pass
over the sky,
Oh, so lonesome I shall
cry,
No, why should I stay
here along,
Why not go back home!
Sonnet to My Girls
Grow not too high or
too far away from home
Greater is love than
golden dome
Though work and duty
may you require
Only love will fill the
heart�s desire
The sun from where all
beauty starts
And the moon with love
and broken hearts
This world with all its
joy there are some who weep
The bright day, the
sun, the earth, death and sleep
Trees that bud and the
flowers blossom and die,
The world forgets as
time goes by
But hearts that are
broken and life so bare
Struggle with hope and
fail when you are not there.
