Clara Bow in “A Lady of Whims” was the first film to be shown when the Liberty Theater opened in Denison at 203 West Main on Nov. 19, 1927. Needless to say, it was a huge celebration. The theater was opened by James Anthony “Quinnie” Cuff.”
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When Nelson Mandela died Thursday, the cable news networks had wall-to-wall coverage — the man was 95 and in poor health, so needless to say, they were prepared. Facebook blew up with comments from seemingly every person on earth who felt the need to weigh-in on his passing. Most websites had banners proclaiming the event. It was all very nice and good and predictable; his story was well-worth publicizing.
Welcome to the “happy holidays” season. In case you’re wondering, that’s different than the holiday season, which is loosely defined as Thanksgiving-ish through Christmas-ish.
A very successful Denison physician, who came to Denison in March 1881, never knew of the importance of infant boy that he delivered nine years later.
There is no cross traffic. You’re sitting at a red light, dutifully obeying the law by keeping your vehicle motionless. You can see five blocks to your left, four blocks to the right. It’s an unimpeded view. There is no cross traffic.
In 1906, W.R. Halton was a candidate for Denison city councilman-at-large. He was “called out,” or solicited to run. In those days very few candidates had the distinction of being “called out.” The people wanted him because he was not ambitious for political honors, so he yielded to their wishes to seek a spot on the Council.
“Where were you when you heard about it?” To me this question often refers to the Sept. 11, 2001 attacks. I can remember when, and where I was when it happened. It shaped the world I live in. To my grandmother’s generation, however, it referred to a completely different event.
It’s every newspaper person’s dream to yell, “Stop the presses.” My dream turned into a nightmare on Nov. 22, 1963, when President John F. Kennedy was assassinated in Dallas.
“People hate Congress, but people love their Congressman.”
Dr. Alexander W. Acheson was a man who wore many hats. Since 1869 he was a member of the Grand Army of the Republic. In 1902 he was elected surgeon general of the National Encampment in Washington, D.C. He was named a councilman of the second ward in Denison in 1873 and in 1904 was elected on the citizens’ ticket to the office of mayor.