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50 Years Ago

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50 Years Ago

From The Files of The Seminole Producer

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June 1, 1971

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Johnny Roberts, president of the Seminole Roundup Club, reminding all rodeo fans that the Seminole Rodeo will be held Thursday, Friday, and Saturday nights…A parade Thursday at 5 p.m. will begin the rodeo activities…Linda Young being awakened this morning by a telephone caller…Don Gill wanting to know about some color pictures…Don Williamson wanting his baseball team to practice Sunday at Oiler Park…Police Sergeant Neal Moyer keeping close tab on the weather situation in Seminole last night…

The Memorial Day holiday traffic death toll finished above the National Safety Council’s estimates, a final United Press International count showed today.

The council had estimated between 475 to 550 persons would be killed in the 78-hour period from 6 p.m. local time Friday and midnight Monday.

The final UPI count at noon EDT showed 557 persons killed in traffic accidents.

Warren Hatfield and John Ryder set out on horseback today from this western Pennsylvania community bound for California.

Hatfield, 22, of Richwood, N.J., will ride an 11-year-old Arabian horse and Ryder, 18, of mercer will be on a 6-year-old horse. They hope to reach California in September or October, riding about 30 miles a day.

The University of Oklahoma has been selected for membership in a nationwide computerized job placement program for seniors and graduate students. Mrs. Gayle Grotts, assistant director of placement services, said OU is one of 132 so-called “blue chip” schools invited into the Grad II program. Grad II was operated on a trial basis last year by the college Placement Council, a nationwide organization, and will go into full swing next fall.

Former Seminole high school student, Keith Higdon who attended Healdton high school this year after his parents, Mr. and Mrs. George Higdon, moved there has excelled in state music circles in spring competition.

James Posey, farmer, kicks at his wheat field and raises a discouraging cloud of dust in the wind. “Long as I can remember,” he says, “it’s been trying its best to quit raining in these parts.” He stubs the ground again. And spits. “Damned if it don’t look like it’s finally made it.”