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By Bartee Haile Following a weeklong engagement at the Majestic Theater, a cheering crowd saw Harry Houdini, escape artist extraordinaire, off at the Dallas train station on Jan. 24, 1916.

Our City Council has requested that City Hall disseminate information as often as possible, so our city staff will try to share a few updates. In future briefs, we will discuss streets, water, sewer, parks and the airport.

By Bartee Haile The aspiring cartoonist told his friends on Jan. 17, 1928 to go on back to Dallas without him because he had decided to stay in sunny California.

Letter to the Editor: On December 2, 2023 we received a phone call our home was on fire. Naturally the feelings of sheer panic came over us all on our ride back from basketball in DeLeon. As we pull down our dirt road the sight of smoke confirmed it was real. When we pulled into our drive, we saw what we thought was our all burning to the ground. What a sense of shock your mind goes into as you recall all your precious items inherited or purchased all with sentimental value. Sadness and grief overtake you. A loss of the place you call home. Where memories have been made, laughter has rung through each wall, tears have been shed, babies have been rocked, kids have turned to teens, so many milestones under one roof. The grief consumes you even though you know it’s just stuff. This stuff to us meant so much more, precious reminders of friends, family, and joy. Yet, through all our loss we have gained so much.

Dear Editor, The Evant Chamber of Commerce and the vendors of the Holiday Market Day and Christmas on the Square wish to express our deep gratitude for our community and especially the members and businesses of the Evant Chamber of Commerce.

Dear Editor, The morning I was writing this piece my first thought was to post it to social media, but I am no longer on social media. I left Facebook over 10 years ago and never once looked back.

Holly Opundo to speak on missions

It has to be noted that Little Red is now a teenager.

My son is reading the Grapes of Wrath. Enter the groans from all the folks who read the torture device disguised as classic literature in high school. That’s right, pray for the sophomores and Mr. Cochran, y’all.