1963-Voice Of The Tennessee Walking Horse 1963 April Voice | Page 5

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Voice of the Tennessee Walking Horse
B en A. G reen .............................................................................Publisher-Editor
M rs . B en A. G reen .
Secretary
OFFICE-SHELBYVILLE, TENN.
(This monthly magazine is dedicated to the
welfare of the Tennessee Walking Horse
breed for show and pleasure.)
OUR AIM— To maintain a permanent publi­
cation that will merit the full support of all
who love the Tennessee Walking J-lorsc.
Voice of the Tennessee Walking Horse is
owned by Ben A. Green and Mrs. Ben A.
Green. Shclbyville, Tcnn., and its editorial
contents can be used for re-publication by
any person or firm provided proper credit
is given and the magazine is correctly quoted.
Voice of the Tennessee Walking Horse is
published monthly at 1110 South Brittain
St., Shclbyvill e, Tenn.
Send all subscription payments and adver­
tising payments to Ben A. Green, Shclbyville,
Tenn.
Subscription Price: S4 per year: single copy
50 cents.
FRIE®:^ : S k HURRYING LIFE NOWADAYS
Every Reader of this magazine is invited—yes—urged to read this page.
It reports the Hurrying Life of the Voice Editor and his Beloved and De­
voted Secretary.
First our March issue did not come to our hands until March 22 — and
Mai . Frances has been busy ever since explaining the late arrival to folks.
Printing Facilities Changed
Our Printing Facilities have been changed to Rich Printing Co. of Nash­
ville where we rejoined an old friend—President David S. Morse. He six years
ago printed 5,000 pamphlets for the Voice Editor who was then Associate
Editor of a national miller magazine—and also a Copy Editor at the Nashville
Banner.
Our pamphlet dedicated to proving that “bread is not fattening — but
what you may put on bread probably is fattening"—was not really appreciated
by enough folks in the milling industry but some called it the best treatise of
its kind ever written. We paid the printer after flying to Chicago, Boston,
New York, etc. getting data for the article that first appeared in the maga­
zine. We came out even—thanks to Mr. Morse.
In moving our operation from Curley Printing Co., Nashville, we cannot
go without expressing our everlasting appreciation once again to John B.
Curley, and to his associates at that concern. Without their interest and help
the Voice would never have been.
Under the new arrangement we hope to get the magazine into the mails
by the 15th of every month—and we beseech the cooperation of all advertisers
and readers to this end. Our deadline for all copy of any character must be
advanced to the 20th of the preceding month — except when extraordinary
arrangements are made.
This move necessitated an entire re-establisluneni of our mailing list, and a
number of other adjustments. This first issue under the new plan will not
reach you as early as will subsequent issues. Again we ask your indulgence.
After The Change-Over Came Travel
After doing all things necessary to get re-established in printing facilities,
the Voice Editor began to travel.
On Saturday, March 23, we were at Quiki Tree, Pa., and witnessed the
take-off of surely the most ambitious undertaking ever tackled by one living
man in the history of the Tennessee Walking Florse breed. The man is Ex-
Major W. H. (Bill) Ferguson, who served his country in the U.S. Cavalry
and the U.S. Air Force—and will continue to serve the nation as a dynamic
enterpriser and driver for the Tennessee Walking Florse.
On Thursday after that Saturday, the Voice Editor and his Sweetheart Sec­
retary got a tremendous thrill out of meeting with a dynamite-laden band of
Chattanooga Tennessee Walking Horse Lovers. They are going to level Look­
out Mountain and make a barn out of Signal Mount with a cave underneath
it—if necessary to get the Tennessee Walking Horse in first place among all
recreation creators in Hamilton County. Read about it on Page lfi.
Saturday following, the Voice Editor and his Travelling Companion were
in St. Petersburg, Fla. as apartment guests of Charlie Goldswig and his Della;
attended the enthusiastic meeting of the far-striding Tennessee Walking Horse
Assn, of Florida, and on Sunday witnessed some history-making achievements
at the First Annual Jaycee Amateur Horse Show as told on Page 17.
The following Monday night found the Flying Sweethearts at 1110 S. Brit­
tain St., Shclbyville, in what we hope to make "The Little White House of
the Capital of the Tennessee Walking Horse World.”
During our St. Pete visit the Voice Editor (an Episcopalian) rented a car,
and drove it 147 miles on Sunday
morning to attend a Catholic Mass in
Plant City with our dedicated friend
—Ken Kimbel—about whom you will
hear more in a subsequent issue of
the Voice.
More travel awaits, more work
awaits, more subscribers feed us thrill­
ing letters—but none can surpass that
guy Jenkins in Bowling Green who
told us: “I’d rather be without my
breeches than be without my Voice.”
Thanks to all for everything. BEN A.
and MARY FRANCES GREEN.
Greatest Roofed
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sylvanians to host a great winter show.
That will make the Tennessee Walk­
ing Horse season last all year—instead
of being just a spring-summer-fall
operation.”
Fight For Recreation Dollar
“Bill," Green continued, “your
project is an answer to my prayer.
Many people do not understand the
great Fight for the Recreation Dollar
in America. You will help compete
with ice hockey, basketball, and like
indoor winter sports that make people
sit on their fannies and get fat—going
crazy over a ball game or hockey
game. You will get them off their
backsides and onto the saddle. . . .
More power to you Pal—any way the
Voice can help you, we will do it as
long as I live and Mary Frances keeps
feeding me Southern grits with my
eggs fried the right way—just like your
Flousekeeper—Stella—did a few min­
utes ago.”
At this juncture on Sunday at 7
a.m. (EST) Green rushed out with a
camera to shoot ex-Marine Sgt. I Var­
ner on the back of Our Citation. He
also shot the horse with saddle empty
—to olfer variety. Then Bill Ferguson
pushed Green into a Cadillac. With
20-year-old son Harry Ferguson as
navigator and Second Trainer Grover
Jackson as pilot, this ground-covering
Cadillac sped 100 miles in 75 minutes
including six traffic lights in Pitts­
burgh—to get the nervous Green to
the Greater Pittsburgh Airport in time
to wait 25 minutes before the Ten­
nessee-bound American Airlines plane
left the ground.
“Mary Frances greeted me with
open arms when 1 got home,” said
Green. But she also murmured as a
joke, “1 missed again. Got that notice
of the 530,000 life insurance trip pol­
icy and I cannot cash it.” On second
thought she added, “you know 1 am
joking. Your little finger is worth
more than 530,000 to me.”