LeMars Globe-Post
January 8, 1945
Olla Podrida
Anton J. Sartori
Should auld aquaintance be forgot . . . ?—Robert Burns
Backtracking as much as several weeks today I pick up a few items about former home-towners and who have been callers along Alvarado street:
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Homeward bound on a short furlough Lt. (jg) John Joynt, U.S.N., son of Dr. and Mrs. Martin Joynt of LeMars. Since we had seen him last, John had touched at faraway ports in many parts of the world. Before going on to his new station, John would visit with his wife and baby in DesMoines and with his parents, relatives and many friends in LeMars.
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Here for a short visit in the home of Mr. and Mrs. M. O. Bolser came Mr. and Mrs. C. M. Bolser of Cedar Falls. Clark and wife allotted one of their few evenings in town for a bull-session here on Alvarado street and which we enjoyed no end. Clark operates the Bolser Corporation, makers of flares, fuses, clearance lights and such, down in Iowa’s “Lawn City”—Cedar Falls. According to reports, Clark’s business is thriving. And if I get my wish, Clark’s business will do even better than that.
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From her La Canada district home, up above Foothill boulevard, came Mrs. John Crossan (Frances Swain). In days when gas was freer on the draw we used to enjoy occasional visits with Dr. and Mrs. Crossan at what they call their “ranch”—a swanky spot, albeit, something less than an acre. Frances plans to trip to middle west in near future.
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Out here, but thus far not reporting on Alvarado steet, is John Starzl, son of Mr. and Mrs. R. F. Starzle, of LeMars. John is trombonist with Port Hueneme (spelled backwards it’s pronounced “Wyneemee”—but I don’t know for why) amphibious band. The Hueneme band has paraded down Broadway in Los Angeles a number of times. Thrilling to the band’s martial airs was a tall, slim guy wearing a new brown hat, brown striped suit and tan shoes. Guess who?
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It’s a dull week when I don’t get raspberried for not doing my column. Biting at my heels comes Frank Trenery, the “Mad Man Muntz” of San Diego. “Why haven’t you been doing your articles?—Your column is the first thing I look for,” he pesters. (And don’t I hate that sort of pestering!) And here’s something of especial interest to former LeMars people living in San Diego or reading San Diego newspapers.
