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Post Script (Paul Smiths, N.Y.) 1946-2003, May 24, 1967, Image 6

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Page 6 B e e n E f e f e ^ r ^ r i t h e s A g a i n from page 3) the railing with some fo^/^pfek was settling ar v . ieemish relaxed a 1-. began to get reacquainted with foundings. T h o ^ a ir w a y led to a long cobblestone promflrjiide which was flanked on either side of weeping willows. Ambling ie walk, Philbert recalled how cool s could be beneath the willows in ;ier. He used to be a third base- Ujd a pretty good one at that — school team and, after a game lot at the f a r end of the park, he likel^fe sprawl on one of the benches planted wri! the shadows along the lane, swigginlfcat a soft drink purchased from the n e a iw concession stand. Just lie there a while suck at the wet sweetness . . . ignoring 1he curious glances of strollers. Listeningfjj? the kids yelling and squealing over and upon the sliding ings some thirty or forty around boards an yards awa The kids, to have a Cindy to for the la too young s right — they really used at time over here. Took ^-band shell just over there afternoon practice. She was ly understand the music but she hadA^ball anyhow, pretending to conduct witlwjsi pretzel or whatever was handy. Then W a y n e came, and we would bring them bKh along. When he was old enough, he got® big kick out of scrambling and climbing lifrer those rocks down by the shallow eiffi;;. of the lake. The steep slippery ones .*£'.he always tried to con­ quer those. Thefceverybody would dawdle away the rest cKfhe afternoon picnicking and feeding the*»ucks. There was one of them — maybe w was a mallard — that was crazy a b o u t peanut butter. He just stood there witljf.ih'is bill, munching and irig to look dignified. S' and laugh and smile, fly if you’re not pay- ess came while that to the opposite shore ake. ' Myra’s favorite view- ■the lake . . . the lake, ji'k’s beauty and charm boards would creak amp, and you can still .•of the waterfalls over Abridge. A clear night you can see the ning in the moon­ light. grimacing and Myra would lau It’s late. Time ing attention. D swan was swim of the lake. T1 This bridge point for watchi the heart of the and distinction, from the evening hear the splashin by the large sto and a full moo spray of the falls beams. Can see it P O S T S C R I P T — Q U I L L y , 1 a*, heartiness, and flung his hat adroitly onto ■■■■■■ the corner of a chairback. “Fm home, everybody.” Getting, jie .ajipaceijt response to hi 1967 Q. Smith Dies The starlight shfcritriers across the lake, speckling it with -v\»very pinpoints of hazy white and gold t h « , lflicker all the way to the distant norther|f'shore. Sophocles long ago saw it on th< flow of human r over the lake and* and in Myra’s Of cour like to really 1 It's go wards Philb ing at slam wi mud o ( j^egean, the ebb and jfjrie. The stars dance trough the waterfall ft here now. She’d • again, though. She i it was this way. ter begin moving to- tonlped into his dwell- \eet let the door Sari don, tromped some living room and there, lo and behold, were his offspring. They were at the moment engrossed in the 21-inch adventures of a hero from the CBS stockpile, but Philbert would soon rescue them from their tor­ pidity. “Hey, Wayne, 01' trooper, remember when we used to go over to the park and how good of a mountain climber you were? Well I was just . . “Hey, Dad — keep it down, can’ you? We’re watching the Hillbillies.” Philbert eased himself into the family’s seedy and rather uncomfortable sofa, and looked somewhat quizically at Beemish the younger. “Huh? Keep what down? Why, but . . I was talking to you. About the park. Sure, the park. You remember. You see, I was just over there . . Philbert managed to hold onto his en­ thusiasm but let the thread of his story line become unravelled a bit as he saw the boy transfixed once more by the moldy humor and canned guffaws radiating throughout the room, Wayne staring at the screen and neither laughing nor smiling but just gaping. Anyway, it keeps them off the streets. “Well, if you’re so busy and forgetful about your long ago (this with cutting sarcasm) childhood. I’ll bet Cindy isn’t. I’ll bet she remembers something about the park, don’t you? Like — like the con­ certs? Remember them and how you used to march around the benches in time with the music and . . .” “Oh, Dad, I couldn’t have been as dumb as you make me out to be. I don’t know where you get these stories. Anyway, you’ve told that one a hundred times.” “W ha . . . a hundred times? What do you mean, young lady? You just say that all the time to get my goat. Besides, what’s so dumb about enjoying yourself in the open air and struttin’ in public a little. .?” “Gee, Dad — can’t you save it for some other time? Please.” Mr. Bemish was about to reply — per­ haps apologize for his boorishness — to this request on Wayne’s part to kindly stop interfering with their attem pt to fully appreciate a native art form, when the slamming door announced the arrival of his mate. “Ah, Myra, my love, my inspiration, my heart’s . . . ” “Hey, is that where you’ve been? Out drinking?” “D-drinking? I don’t understand. I, uh, was just going to say . . . er.” “That business about calling me love and inspiration just as I come in the door. Say, just where were you?” “T h a t’s just what I wanted to tell you. W ait ’til you hear. I was over at the park! Do you remember . . .?” “Over at the park? At night? In the dark? Jesus, other husbands get drunk or chase after secretaries. Do I have such luck? No. You wander around with a bunch of ducks and squirrels in the night, in the park. I don’t know about you, Philbert.” Snuffy Smith died in ai> ^ cM e rrtal blast last week, when he care,, five-gallon can of gasoline wi1 Ions of steaming com licjiia survived by his wife, Louis, as a plow, and a crackerbrai son called Jughead. Snuffy was born on Octob. Tennessee, and was baptised Smith. As he grew older, J< detest his parents, who were \ Rollers, and demonstrated tion by constantly gettin During his high-school years^v most of his spare time sni and tipping outhouses over W ting victims locked inside. . While in grade school, hej:j directly responsible for bumin- schoolhouse to the ground, ninth grade, Smith was susp school for a year, because he set a bear trap under the d . science teacher, Isotope Pheeny£r John graduated from high schoufr salutatorian, and entered a bus?: lege. Here he recognized the gre mic possibilities of making and s< , gal liquor. Therefore, John immedial gan to operate a small, private boo iness, that proved to be very succe usually netted ten thousand dollars ly, but squandered most of it oiv women. John gained the nickname oi fey by smoking a strong southern b cigarettes called Chesterfogies. Snuffy graduated from college . degree in business administration promptly moved to Punksville, Pe vania, where he was hired by the more and Ohio Railroad. While in 1. ville, Smith joined forces with two J toughs called “Biggy Rat” and ^ Brother.” Together the trio spent all'-; available spare time selling illegal al After two months of loyal service ; countant, Snuffy embezzled $32,000^ the railroad and quit his job. Event he moved out of Pennsylvania, at th quest of the state liquor authorities:, settled down in Hardscrabble, Tennes Snuffy was married to his present.; Louis, by Snidely Whiplash, a jurA,J peace. The ceremony was atten several irate villagers, who brandished, guns, rifles, and bazookas. He then purchased a small farm became an affluent turnip farmer, ever, Smith’s main interests remained i, liquor and professional cheating. Hi$-t hobby was raiding henhouses. Although Snuffy chose a relative!, complicated life, he possessed a j mind and an excellent college edua Therefore, it is ironic that he sho from such a thoughtless error. A. tragedy had already struck the family five years before Snuffy’s u^. death. Snuffy’s older brother, H e m $ mitted suicide after futilely trjflf reach adolescence for twenty-six y£ , --------------------------------- * mixed a 250 gal- Smith is m he used idiot of a 1, 1932, in hn Quigly began to tical Holy issatisfac- trouble. ith spent gasoline nsuspec- ice was he town in the from ciously of his

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