Allie Whitehead, who owned the bank
And there was Miss Jarvis, too.
George Mitchel,who lived to play a prank
When he had nothing else to do.
Old Gene Brooks hangine around
To get a finger in the pie,
When you are speaking of barbers
There was George Toms and Jack Nye.
There was Tom Ward, and don't forget
The stories he used to tell.
If he were alive he would be after us yet
To buy stock in a dry oil well.
Old Ike Maybe going around the town
With his wagon and old bay nag,
And there was Dick Leet with another big deal
Of which he was sure to brag.
Kennison, the baker, and Ed O'Neal
Herb Baxter, who could fix a clock,
Art Blakeslee ran the hardware store
Down at the end of the block.
George and Jack Purdy, the drovers
Who bought the hogs and cows,
Billy McClelland owned the implement store
Where he sold the wagons and plows.
Frank Pearsall ran the Klondyke saloon
And owned our first motor car,
Big Ral Dennis with a face like a moon
Often worked behind the bar.
Jim Shain and Bill Hilliard, the plumbers,
Who fixed the pipes and pumps,
Doctors Raynale, Campbell and Shaw
Took care of the measels and mumps.
Shorty Parks, and old Sam Mills
Who always had time to fish.
Andy Anderson ran the National Hotel
Corned beef was his favorite dish.
George Shadbolt was the tightest guy
Of him they used to tell
He would pinch a penny a half a day
Just to hear the Indian yell.
Bucky Smith and Billy Roach
Who went from bad to worse.
Ned Daines was the undertaker
Wylie Bell drove the hearse.
Bill Hunt was a busy man
He bought and sold the hay.
The biggest men in all the town
Were Amos Howland and Webb Bray.
Remember John Hanna, the Postmaster
Who ran the Peabody store?
Lou McDougal and Molly Smith
Both worked there in days of yore.
Nobe Gravlin and Ernie Bailey
Who worked for the D.U.R.
Charlie Dennis who slept until noon
After he came back from the west so far.
Dad Riffenberg and old Joe Jones
Who lived just west of Shain's,
Ira Johnson, the traveling man
Who always rode the trains.
Frank Simpson filed the hand saws,
Harv Carter drilled the wells.
Ned Daniels ran the brick yard.
George Hoffman worked by spells.
If your house needed fixing up
Or needed a coat of paint,
You hired long Bill Robinson,
Harv Staley or Wes Faint.
When we had a grist to grind
Or had to go to the mill,
We went to McClellan and Satterlee
Down on Wast Maple Hill.
Mel Clement and Charlie Mudge
Stokes and Jim McStay
Cornie Sherman, the popcorn man,
D.U.R. Conductor, Billy Fay.
Willie Carter and old Frank Crouch,
Walter Nichols and Pinder Worth.
George Aldrich who had a perpetual grounch
That started the year of his birth.
Frank Blakeslee ran the little store,
And good old Jenny Keys.
Mattie Baldwin with books galore
She also loved flowers and trees.
Louis Rosseau, the village clown.
Ball player, Howard King.
Every one in town came down
When John Rainey was going to sing.
If you needed some nails or wire,
A stove, a chain or crock,
You went way up North Woodward
And called on Charlie Schlaack.
Another man we must not forget
When we speak of days of yore,
Morris Levinson is living yet.
He ran the department store.
Nationally recognized Birmingham artist ROBERT THOM was especially adept at producing well researched, highly detailed historical paintings on the subjects of medicine, pharmaceuticals and communications. The series of pictures which he produced for the one-time Detroit Drug Co., Parke Davis, were displayed from time to time in almost every pharmacy show window in the U.S.
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