Comments on: From the Archives: Arkansas Project Christmas Party, 1921 http://www.thearkansasproject.com/from-the-archives-arkansas-project-christmas-party-1921/ News and Views on Politics, Policy and More Fri, 03 Feb 2012 16:41:01 +0000 hourly 1 http://wordpress.org/?v=3.3.1 By: David Kinkade http://www.thearkansasproject.com/from-the-archives-arkansas-project-christmas-party-1921/#comment-1415 David Kinkade Wed, 24 Dec 2008 16:29:07 +0000 http://www.thearkansasproject.com/?p=4292#comment-1415 DumbArkie, I shall always remember the look on your coal-besmirched face, how your eyes lit up when I gave you your holiday bonus—a single navel orange—and told you you'd only have to work two-thirds of the day on Christmas. It made me sorry to have to sell you to that white slave trader. D. DumbArkie,
I shall always remember the look on your coal-besmirched face, how your eyes lit up when I gave you your holiday bonus—a single navel orange—and told you you’d only have to work two-thirds of the day on Christmas. It made me sorry to have to sell you to that white slave trader.
D.

]]> By: DumbArkie http://www.thearkansasproject.com/from-the-archives-arkansas-project-christmas-party-1921/#comment-1414 DumbArkie Wed, 24 Dec 2008 02:56:42 +0000 http://www.thearkansasproject.com/?p=4292#comment-1414 That was the very year I started working in the boiler room at The Arkansas Project. Oh how I remember that first Christmas party. Young Master Kinkade invited me up from the depths of the basement where it was my job to make sure the boiler was properly and constantly fired with good and thick black-smoke producing coal. I remember that hearty invitation to join the festivities as if it were only yesterday. Young Master Kinkade's deep baritone voice bellowing through the speaking tube commanded "Boy, bring up a bucket of cinders immediately! There are cigars that need lighting." As was customary in dealing with his staff, Young Master Kinkade proclaimed his deepest disappointment in me due to my having taken two minutes to climb the four flights of stairs carrying a bucket of hot coals. But luck being on my side, Young Master Kinkade was only able to beat me with one of my crutches as I had dropped the other on the first floor. Young Master Kinkade, being the just and magnanimous boss he remains today, said that since it was Christmas I wouldn't have to retrieve my other crutch and bring it to him for the rest of my beating. I'll never forget that day. Thanks for giving me my start and making me feel like part of the team. Merry Christmas. That was the very year I started working in the boiler room at The Arkansas Project. Oh how I remember that first Christmas party. Young Master Kinkade invited me up from the depths of the basement where it was my job to make sure the boiler was properly and constantly fired with good and thick black-smoke producing coal.

I remember that hearty invitation to join the festivities as if it were only yesterday. Young Master Kinkade’s deep baritone voice bellowing through the speaking tube commanded “Boy, bring up a bucket of cinders immediately! There are cigars that need lighting.”

As was customary in dealing with his staff, Young Master Kinkade proclaimed his deepest disappointment in me due to my having taken two minutes to climb the four flights of stairs carrying a bucket of hot coals. But luck being on my side, Young Master Kinkade was only able to beat me with one of my crutches as I had dropped the other on the first floor. Young Master Kinkade, being the just and magnanimous boss he remains today, said that since it was Christmas I wouldn’t have to retrieve my other crutch and bring it to him for the rest of my beating.

I’ll never forget that day. Thanks for giving me my start and making me feel like part of the team. Merry Christmas.

]]> By: David Kinkade http://www.thearkansasproject.com/from-the-archives-arkansas-project-christmas-party-1921/#comment-1413 David Kinkade Tue, 23 Dec 2008 16:02:28 +0000 http://www.thearkansasproject.com/?p=4292#comment-1413 I remember your bootleg hooch well, Rex. It was popular in our circle because it almost never caused blindness. Worst case scenario you'd get a bad batch and just need glasses. A fine product. D. I remember your bootleg hooch well, Rex. It was popular in our circle because it almost never caused blindness. Worst case scenario you’d get a bad batch and just need glasses. A fine product.
D.

]]> By: Fourche River Rex http://www.thearkansasproject.com/from-the-archives-arkansas-project-christmas-party-1921/#comment-1412 Fourche River Rex Tue, 23 Dec 2008 15:28:41 +0000 http://www.thearkansasproject.com/?p=4292#comment-1412 These were good days. Back then I was a bootlegger and was known far and wide as having the best bathtub hooch in the tri-counties area. I ran my booze up and down the Fourche River to avoid those pesky rev-in-newers. On my days off, I'd take my best girl to a musical review with a tra-la-la band. Bully days they were. Bully days. Those Christmases were merry, indeed. May this Christmas be just as merry. These were good days. Back then I was a bootlegger and was known far and wide as having the best bathtub hooch in the tri-counties area. I ran my booze up and down the Fourche River to avoid those pesky rev-in-newers. On my days off, I’d take my best girl to a musical review with a tra-la-la band. Bully days they were. Bully days.

Those Christmases were merry, indeed.

May this Christmas be just as merry.

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