National Geographic : 1970 Nov
"Wooooo pig, sooey!" The piercing cry of Uni versity of Arkansas rooters fills the football keep the city park mowed. "That's what a fella gets bein' mayor here," Mr. Hopper ex plained. "He gets to mow the park. They pay me $4everytime Idoit.ButIhavetofur nish the mower." Although taxes do not cover expenses, neither Blue Eye goes into the red. Donations from citizens make up the deficits. Games of horseshoes and marbles once oc cupied the idle hours of the citizens-adults as well as the young. Now eight trophies in the C. H. Badley & Son General Store attest 674 field in Fayetteville. "Razorback fans are what you might call rabid," says quarterback Bill Montgomery to the success of the Blue Eye baseball team in the Ozark League. Lloyd Blevins told me that local youths develop rifle arms pegging rocks at squirrels. "Course, some boys have to throw at a squir rel a second time," he conceded. I met Mr. Blevins in Tharp's service sta tion, around the warmth of a gas heater. Old timers gather there to swap yarns and humor out of the larder of the past. As I took a seat to listen, John Matlock announced that this was his 83rd birthday.