Friday January 31, 2014
Many a tale has been told by
and about those who "threw the Albany Herald" ... and many a lesson in life was
learned and not forgotten ...
... here are some of those stories!!!
MARION HAY, Class of 1956:
Yes. I threw the Albany Herald off of my 1948 Harley Davidson 125 Motorcycle. If
my recollections are still right the cost for the paper delivered to your front
door was 35 cent plus a penny (36 cents per week) tax for Old Herman Talmadge.
Between Slappey and Palmyra Road along portions of 7th. and 8th., and 9th.
Streets. I was given 125 customers at 36 cents each per week. That was seven
days per week and I collected my route every Saturday morning. I didn't make
doodle squat for the time involved. It just kept me off the streets. It did
teach me how to add, subtract, multiply and divide though. The Herald got their
money first and I got what was left over. I do remember that I delivered Mr.
Rob's paper as well as Steller Mullins father's paper and also Peck Carlton's (
Sister Carlton's Dad ) paper along with a lots more. Richard Harper says that I
delivered his paper. It has been a long time ago and I don't remember that. I do
remember how cold it was on those freezing and rainy Sunday mornings throwing
those papers on the front porches. I could hit a porch from the street going
twenty five miles an hour on my Harley 125cc Motorcycle with split accuracy. If
not careful I would knock the front door side window panes out. There are lots
and lots of memories.
LLOYD GOLDSTEIN, Class of
worked several routes on the north side of town, beginning as a relief carrier
for Gene McCall ('56) somewhere around 1953. I also substituted for the late
David Lee ('55) before getting my own route. We all worked for A.J. Nobles (I
think that was his last name). Back in those days papers were secured for
throwing by wrapping thread around them after they were rolled into tubes. We
had paper-rolling speed contests which were regularly won by Winston Owens.
most enduring memory is throwing the Sunday paper, well before daylight, onto
the side porch of a funeral home. Stored there were the shipping crates for
recently delivered coffins; I'd throw, then pedal away as fast as I could,
afraid to look back.
BRUCE GAREY, Class of 1963:
Yup, I threw the Herald for nine years. I started with Route 49, which included
Sylvandale Subdivision. I later added half of the
NEW Turner AFB housing area. I delivered about 700 papers daily for over four
years. It put me through Georgia Southwestern Junior College (that was the name
THEN. It also put me through a year at Georgia Tech and my first year at
University of Georgia.
Later I worked at the Herald for eleven more years in the retail display
advertising department in the heyday of Albany’s retail boom (1971-1982).
big brothers both threw the Herald. John (AHS Class of 51) delivered Dawson Road
in the late 40’s and early 50s. Bob (AHS Class of 53) also threw the Herald
the Mock Road area in the early 50s. John went to
work at the Herald in 1951 and worked there in the composing room until about
Actually, once I started at GSW, I could no longer roll my own papers and get
them delivered by the 5 p.m. deadline. My younger sister, Lynn, rolled them
daily (I rolled them on Saturday and Sunday). My sister unfortunately (or
fortunately depending how one looks at it) was in the first class to go all the
way through the new Dougherty Junior High and Dougherty High. So while my sister
never THREW the Herald, she enabled me to keep my route and attend Junior
College as a non-resident student.
family has ink running in our veins.
Also ... the
route next to mine (Turner City) was carried by a female (Mrs. Land). She had
that route when I took route 49 and she still had it when I left in 1966. She
was OLD, she might have been 40 or so. And she
delivered in a car while I used motor scooters and motorcycles.
route manager was Billy Houston. His boss was assistant circulation manager,
A.J. Nobles. The circulation manager was Mr. Chambers. Mr. Chambers never spoke
directly to me (thank goodness) until I came back to work at the Herald in the
ad department after college. He was too far above a carrier to ever speak to
peons like us. The world would have ended if the assistant circulation manager
ever spoke to me. I dreaded just hearing ANYTHING from my route manager. When
you were spoken to, it was always bad news. You’d missed a delivery, you were
late, you let one get wet, or someone called in a COMPLAINT. Woe
be it unto any carrier who ever heard from a route
manager. The threat of turning in your green route book was the ultimate
punishment. When I delivered the Albany Herald is was
$.40 a week or $1.60 a month. I got to keep $.36 a month for each of my
customers. All my customers were monthly and I only had TWO pre-paid customers
(Folks who paid the Herald by check and I didn’t have to collect from monthly.).
The other 698 had to be collected either on the 1st-5th or
the 15th-20th monthly. Air
force personnel got paid on the 1st and 15th and that was
the ONLY time they had enough cash to pay the paper. If you couldn’t catch them
by the 5th you had to wait until the 15th to get your
money. But papers HAD TO BE PAID (in advance) at the Herald
no later than the 5th of the month. We carriers “posted bonds”
that guaranteed we would pay our monthly bills. We were required to post a bond
equal to our monthly bill. Once you reached that level you no longer had to post
bond. I kept posting my bond until I had enough saved to pay my college expenses
for nearly four years.
Thus endeth the lesson on Throwing the Herald
Class of 1956 writes:
ALTON WINGATE, Class of 1958
and I worked together at the C & S Bank. Before that Alton
was an Albany Herald thrower. He rode a motorcycle, had two routes. When he came
to work for the C & S bank he had to take a pay cut from what he was making as a
paper boy. Alton went on to become chairman and president of a bank in Covington
Ga. He started the Super Market Banks that were so popular several years ago.
Alton died a couple of years ago. My memory is sketchy. Surely someone that
worked for the Herald will have a good story about Alton.
DAN BROOKS, Class of 1956: Yep,
I "threw" the Albany Herald in the 1950's. But I got fired. Several of my
friends like Edgar Campbell, Jimmy Bell, Chloe Perry, Raines Wakeford, Kay
Reynolds, you know, that crowd, were all going to the Saturday matinee at the
Albany Theatre. I wanted to go with them so I picked up my papers at the Herald
and left them on my Harley 125 outside the theatre. When the movie was over, I
rolled and delivered my papers. The only problem was that about half of my
customers had called the Herald and complained that their papers were way too
late. That ended my illustrious career as an Albany Herald paper boy. But no
matter. Then I got a much better part time job at The Moncrief's Gift Shop.
Betty Dunn Logan, class of 1949 writes: SONNY LOGAN,
Class of 1948
sold The Herald at the corner of Pine and Jackson in
1940 and remembers selling Extras! when Germany declared war against Poland. He
later threw papers from a bicycle with "Little Earl" Bullock.
(Monk) SHIRLEY, Class of 1956: I
had Route 7 until I was a senior in high school. You haven't lived until you
deliver the Sunday paper on Saturday at midnight. You cannot see small picket
fences, kids toys, and clothes lines in the dark. Then there is the ever danger
of dogs. I was bitten only once because the owner assured me that her precious
dog would not bite me. I had him housed at the pound for seven days. I also was
run over by a truck. H.T. McIntosh lived on my route. Of course I did not deliver
nor collect from him. He was the editor of the Herald. A few AHS graduates
lived on my route. John Miller, '56 and Pam (Tyler) Johnson, '55. I bought my first
Herald bicycle at Pat's Cycle Shop.
VAN KNOWLES, Class of 1958:
think that it was a Sunday morning in the winter of 1954 that I delivered the
Albany Herald on my bicycle at 6 AM when the temperature was 8 degrees
Fahrenheit. I had my ruptured appendix removed by Dr. Frank McKemie the next
summer and that ended my career as an Albany Herald paperboy.
HERRINGTON, Class of 1956:
I do not know exactly when it
happened, but I got tired of mowing yards for money, and decided to go into the
publishing business. My first job in that business was working as a day laborer
for Donnie Poole, who had a
Herald route just on the other side of Slappey Drive
from where I lived. He "hired" me to help him with his route on Wednesday and
Thursdays and to help collect on Saturdays. Since I did not have a green card,
he only paid me 50 cents per day, and even though it was less per week than
mowing yards, I was, after all, still in the 7th or 8th grade, learning the
publishing business, and a buck fifty a week was not bad money..
Then, when I felt I had learned all
that Donnie could teach me, I interviewed with
A. J. Noble, a giant of a man who
taught a lot of young fellows about why it was important to be responsible and
do a good job if you wanted to succeed in the world of business.. He finally
gave me a route of about 140 customers centered on Lincoln Ave on the east side
of Slappey. It did not have enough room for expansion, but I was now making big
bucks - $2.80 per day..
I told A.J. I needed a bigger
route, and he said that if I had a motorcycle, he would do what he could, so on
my 16th birthday, I bought a new Indian, and he let me have the route that was
on the other side of Slappey, (Lincoln, Gordon , Waddell, etc.) which was on
the edge of growth in that side of town.
It was not long before I had around
260 customers, and I was saving money right and left.
Sometimes, when the papers were
really big (Thursday grocery ads),
(who had the route next to mine) and I would get all our papers "wrapped" (at
and we would load them into the backseat of his car and take turns driving
(while holding the homemade headliner up out of the way) while the other would
sit on the right fender and fling papers as we drove through the neighborhoods. (I never will forget the time when
I turned a corner too sharply, hitting the ditch with the right front tire, and
watching George being launched up into the air in mid throw. I can still see his
hip pockets go over his head as he disappeared from sight in front of the now
What I learned about business was
that good customer service was an important part of being successful. I did my
best to make my customers happy, and when I collected on Saturdays, a lot of
them would hand me 40 or 50 cents, and tell me to "keep the change." Figure
this, if you had 250 customers, you were making (gross) $35.00 per week, before
tips. If 50 customers let you keep 4 cents, and 50 more let you keep 14 cents,
that was an additional nine bucks per week, or almost a 30% increase in revenue
without any additional overhead...
And, the Saturday before Christmas,
a lot of those customers would not only let me keep the change, quite a few also
either gave me an additional dollar, or a gift wrapped pair of socks...
I did not have to buy any new socks
until I got out of college...
I paid for the motorcycle, all my
meals at high school, my dates, my Church donations, my occasional classical 33
rpm record, and put the rest into a savings account. The savings paid for a lot
of expenses at the North Avenue Trade School, until I got established as a
Co-op, making big money in the oil fields as a "jerb" (sorta like a glorified
deck hand) working my way up to a Junior Geophysical Engineer position for a
division of Mobile Oil out in the Gulf of Mexico.....
I did not have a gigantic social
life, but the girls I did have dates with seemed to understand why I could not
walk them home, or share a coke after school; however I could pay my own way,
and it all set me up so that I could buy my own brand new, shiny red ' 61 Austin
Healy 3000 as a self graduation present when I hit my senior year at Tech...
My social life improved greatly at
a long time, those were the best of times. But, not as good as now.. ..
BRINSON PHILLIPS, Class of 1954:
was one of those who threw the Herald. I started in the summer before my
freshman year and "threw" until just before graduation. I would ride my bicycle
to school in the morning and after school ride down to the Herald and roll my
papers then ride out to where my route started, which was at the corner of Fifth
and Slappey. The route covered Sixth and Seventh from Slappey to the end of
both streets and part of Edgewood Lane. No wonder I stayed so skinny throughout High School, cause that was about fifteen miles a day. The big paper during
the week was on Thursday and I really hated it; on Sunday they brought the
papers out to my house so it wasn't as bad since I lived on my route.
Later on I bought a Whizzer motorbike and it took so long in the morning to get
it started I could have walked to school and had time left over. At least it was motorized
and I had good time with it. Later had a Harley 125 and in my junior year bought a
new Harley 165, one of the first ones in Albany. Sam Pritchard and myself had
some great times riding everywhere and to Radium and River Bend, hunting,
fishing, and chasing girls and trying to look macho. I gave up my route to
Charlie Foster about two months before graduation and went to work at Penney's
in the Receiving Department., but that's another story.
Martha LeSueur Nicholson, Class of 1956
I was in the 7th grade I would watch for the cute blonde paper boy
who brought our paper late in the afternoon. We lived near the city limits, so
were almost at the end of his line. I would stop him and talk and flirt up a
breeze and sometimes take his last 2 papers and deliver them to the last 2
houses up the street. There were a couple of different ones on that route, both
cute and blonde, both AHS alums, but when my father died we moved into town, and
though we still had paperboys, they weren’t cute and blonde! BUT, my best
friend in the 8th grade lived in the 800 block of Residence Ave.
right where the new Albany High was later built. I often went home with her
after school, and we would play records and gab and watch out the window for HER
cute blonde paperboy to pass by! We never talked to him, we just giggled and oohed and aahed over him from a distance, and watched him throw those papers so
they would walk up the front steps, but we never knew his name. Fast forward to
1957...some more AHS alums introduced me to WILBURN NICHOLSON,
Class of 1953
who was just back
home from his first hitch in the Air Force. We had never met in high school,
but I was still a sucker for cute blonde guys! I knew he had once been a paper
boy, but it wasn’t until years after we were married that he was talking one day
about where his route had been that it dawned on me.....he was my friend’s
paperboy that we had been ogling all those years ago!!!!
Evelyn Butler Clifton, Class of 1950 writes:
LAMAR CLIFTON, Class of 1946
sold newspapers on the down streets in the 1930s and carried both
an Albany Herald route and an Atlanta paper route in the 1940s.
KENNETH FAIRCLOTH, Class
of 1955: I
did "throw the paper" for Albany Herald from 1949 through 1955.
JAMES/JIM CALHOUN, Class of 1950:
carried the Albany Herald - Route 13 (I think) - inherited it from Gordon Couch.
8th Grade - bought my saxophone with the money. Mr. Gore asked me to sell it to
the High School when I graduated as I, "wasn't going to need it anymore." Paid
for my first quarter at Emory-at-Oxford with Sax money.
150 papers delivered on
Second, Third, Fourth, Hinds and some of Monroe - 50 paper bundle to the
Hospital on Sun. mornings as the ambulances rolled in to emergency -
One carrier (can't remember his name) said that his church was the only valid
Church since it was named The
Church Of God - we had a fight over this. Went next door to the Buick place while
waiting for papers one day - looked into a huge metal barrel covered with a
piece of chicken wire - the 'hugest' rattle snake I've ever seen struck against
the wire and I think I wet my pants.
My dear buddy - Billy Chancey applied for a route (Billy was challenged both
mentally and physically but I think The Herald was afraid not to give him a
route). Some said, "He won't last long because people will take advantage of him
and not pay when he comes to collect." Billy fooled them.... he had a special
sense that told him when someone was in a house even when they didn't come to
the door. He would sit on the porch and wait - almost immediately the people
would run out with the money so he would move on. Billy had the best collection
rate of any carrier.
While on vacation with my family in the Smoky Mountains while still in grade
school I met Mr. Henry McIntosh - The Editor of The Herald. I was impressed with
him and wrote a poem about him when I returned. Got a nice letter from him.
Shakespeare, Virgil, Robt. Frost, Keats, etc. will die of envy when they read
I go to his school I read his paper,
And all these aren't just vapor.
All around town he's a helping hand,
If you ask me he's a mighty fine man.
I met him on Black Mountain with a smile on his face,
Greeting every one no matter what race.
He is loyal to his town he is loyal to his State.
In his heart there is no hate.
His job is done before you can
count to four,
when he is through he is ready for more.
He is working for loyalty and citizenship too,
For he does things that were for someone else to do.
When you go to him you don't need a four leaf clover,
For when you leave your troubles are over.
When you hear his name you won't say 'bosh,'
Because his name is Mr. McIntosh.
Composed around 1942 or 1943
This magnificent piece of verse saved from extinction by Sallie Mae Calhoun
FRED SUMPTER, Class of 1956: I
was an Albany Herald Carrier (Rt. 29) from the 8th grade until I graduated from
AHS. The paper was 36 cents a week, and we had to collect and pay our bill on
Saturday. Jack Chambers was the Circulation Manager, and A. J. Nobles was his
assistant. My route started at 4th and Madison and finished at 4th and Slappey. There were some "slow pays" that required going back many times for
the money. One of my Dad's "pearls of wisdom" was "Don't let them ride you,
tight-rolled the paper with thread we bought at Silvers and packed them in a
sack on the handlebars of a bike...was quite a balancing act. One of the
greatest highlights of my route were all the cute girls, especially those in the
900 and 1000 block of 4th Avenue. Girls, you may be gone, but you're certainly
MACK LIPSEY, Class of 1950:
had a Herald route for several years. I forget the route number but it included
the 300 blocks of 3rd, 4th, 5th, 6th, and 7th avenues and the 400 block of 8th Ave.
Jerry Flanagan gave me the route and we threw papers every Sunday morning
together. Others who delivered were the Shirley brothers and Ray Johnson. The
most memorable part of my route was these two beautiful sisters who lived on 6th
Ave. I believe their last name was Mallory. That may not be right, but to this
14 year old paper boy, they were gorgeous. I would actually get to talk to them
when I went to collect for the paper. Having a paper route did not make me
rich, but it did provide a steady and sometimes quick source of revenue.
Class of 1956: I had
the joy of throwing the
back in the early 1950s. I think I started in either '51 or '52, and continued
until '55. My route was 9th, 10th and 11th Streets, between Slappey Dr. (Blvd.)
and Palmyra Rd. That was back in the days BEFORE those streets were paved, so
navigating sand and ruts was sometimes quite a challenge. Especially when you
are carrying 150+ papers in that canvas bag strapped to your bike's handlebars!
In those days the
cost 36 CENTS a week delivered to your house, and I was always amazed at the
people who didn't have 36 cents to pay me each Saturday morning when I
collected for the paper; and I'd have to come back 3,4 and 5 weeks before they
would pay. I always loved the folks who paid by the month... or the year. They
seldom gave me any problems! Occasionally the circulation department of the
paper would push us carriers to "throw the paper on the porch," but that was a
real pain, so I seldom did it. My substitute on the route was a fellow
classmate... Tommy Herrington.
was the first paying job I ever had. It was a 7-days-a-week job, but the pay...
at least for me in those days... was okay. (Although I don't think I ever paid
my substitute very much!) But it was a job that began to teach me money
management, people skills, and gave me plenty of exercise. Too bad that most
kids today don't have similar opportunities.
HERBERT PAULK, Class of 1952:
I had waited my turn
for a chance to have a route for several months. Before that, along
with Hambone Hamilton and some others, I hawked the papers on
the streets. Sure earned a lot of money for Hubbles' hot dogs and
Liberty Theatre tickets.
Well, I finally got
my chance to carry the route that went north on North Jefferson all
the way to past my house. BUT, I only had it one Sunday as I caught
the mumps the first day of delivery and halfway through the route my
Mother took me, my bike and the papers back to the Herald and then
took me home to bed.
* Needless to say,
I lost my route then and there.
* Never got another
* Maybe it was for
the best, who knows.
CHARLIE HANCOCK, Class of 1957:
was a Herald thrower. I grew up in Acree, and the
Herald was dropped from a small plane that flew from Albany
to Tifton dropping papers at various places along
HiWay 82. I had 32 customers and they would drop 36 papers in a
duffle bag right by US 82 in Acree. My route was about 5 miles
long and I delivered the papers on my best ever horse. His name
was Dan, he was tall, black and real fast. I remember when he
died, I was 36 and Dan was 28. Dan knew the route better than I
did and my customers always reminded me of that fact. I
delivered the paper for about 7 years and every time the plane
flew over Dan would always try to run from the plane. I don't
know if he didn't trust me or he didn't trust the pilot. I
remember the paper was 36 cents per week. Someone told me to put
a bell on the saddle and when Dan came by their house they would
just go out and get a paper and I could stay home. I didn't do
that because Dan wasn't that good with money.
Joann Roark Arneson, Class of 1962:
Billy Watson ('57) passed
thru Albany a couple of weeks ago and we had dinner and reminisced about
STEVE (ARNESAN - CLASS OF 1957).
When I told him of your "When I threw the Herald"
stories, he remembered meeting Steve under a big tree at the Dairy
Queen and helping him fold the papers before his route. I remember his
route was the area behind the Dairy Queen. The streets were Eva,
Mary, Julia, Benjamin, Florence and Lucille! Billy said he had a small
Harley that he used for the route. This was before he started working for Bud
Cannon at the service station.
from FRIEDA HOWARD RANDALLS ('54): Do
you paper boys remember someone who delivered paper by motorcycle
.... perhaps a few years older than us? I believe he was from
Doerun, but not sure. He also had an antique Ford with a
jumper-seat in back.
Class of 1968:
threw it for two years, (64-66) my route was AJHS down to the bridge. I would
Leave the JR High, later AHS and go pickup the papers, roll them and then bike
back over to the Jr High School and start. Usually took about 2 hours to run
the route; in the rain add another hour. I believe it was 36 cents for a week
collection would be on Friday nights and turn in the $$ to the Herald on Sat AM
time. I cleared 80. a month that would put gas in my mom's Corvair, date
money (when I had a date)and
also bought a 20 gauge shot gun to my mom's concern.
The Herald changed the weekly collections to monthly that made life a bit
easier. On Sundays around 1 AM we would go down to the paper and help throw the
bundles from the Vans on Sunday. It was a great job for a 15/16 year old kid.
Met a lot of good folks on my route, two families I remember always gave out
cookies and offered their front porch when it rained. (or down poured) At the
age of 15, on Sundays about 3AM I would take my moms car and deliver the route.
I made sure several papers were left for the fire station and the police that
would come by. Throwing the paper is still a great job, but U do need a car.
Class of 1957:
I shared in the Albany Herald culture from 1948 to
1955. I assisted my brother David (1952) for a couple of years
before Route 27 became mine. Fred Sumter, Little Monk Shirley,
and I rolled a lot of papers together. Harold McNabb and my most
feared teacher (Ms Hudson, Algebra) were on my route. I got
fired one time when Mr. Chambers realized I was allowing
football practice conflict with a timely delivery—he flagged me
when it was getting dark as I was throwing the papers and asked
me which was more important, football or the route, and I gave
him the wrong answer. Anyway, they knew my Mother needed the
additional income, so they allowed me back on the route.
Bo Lewis, Class of 1967:
I spent many years
employed by The Albany Herald and had the pleasure of working with Billy
every day. He was a character! I am a proud member of the Class of ‘67.
~ Bo Lewis, (BoBo to my Albany
friends) Jacksonville, Fl.
Jim Brandon, Class of 1958:
Throwing the Herald. It was
just what we did. Only later did I realize that it may have formed something of
our character. I wrapped papers behind the Arctic Bear with guys like Tommy
Herrington, George Harmon and Dan Sanders. I carried papers on a bag tied with
strips of inner-tube to the handlebars of a Schwinn Black Phantom (second-hand
from Pat’s Cycle Shop on Pine Street, across from The Herald). I threw papers
from the 1200 block of Highland Avenue through the 1700 block, then back to the
1400 block of Edgerly through the 1200 block. About 140 papers wrapped in
thread bought in large cones from the Herald, and thrown six afternoons a week
and Sunday mornings, from a bicycle on sand streets. Like many Herald boys, I
could throw from the bike and hit the front door with good accuracy. I
supplemented my income by mowing yards for many of these customers in the
summer, and doing all sorts of odd jobs for them as well.
collecting Friday nights so that I could finish Saturday morning in time to pay
my bill at the Herald office in town and pick up my papers there for my Saturday
delivery. Television was a novelty in the mid fifties, and a few people on my
route had a set. I remember inviting myself in and watching George Gobel or the
Gillette Friday Night Fights at a few houses in which I myself must have been a
novelty. Most people paid by the week – 36 cents – and I ended up with a big
bag of quarters, dimes, nickels and pennies. Only once – the first time – did I
dump this bag of change at the office window at the Herald. This was not the
thing to do. I learned to exchange my change for bills at filling stations and
stores between my route and downtown. Once I swapped change at a filling
station in town, then went around to use the bathroom. I opened the door to
find a corpse wedged under the hand basin! I panicked and rushed around to the
manager. He came around and kicked the old drunk who had wedged himself into a
sleeping place for the night. Never have I felt so relieved (he was not dead)
nor seldom so embarrassed.
earlier times in the late 40’s, I remember listening to Uncle Walt and the Story
Lady on WGPC on Saturday mornings. This was a chance for kids to “do something”
on the radio – usually sing a song or something. You called in to get on, and a
friend and I did. We would sing “You Are My Sunshine.” We were THERE, in the
little studio behind the New Albany Hotel, with the microphone live. Uncle Walt
poured a glassful of milk from a bottle of Golden Glow milk and it gurgled right
into the microphone and out to all those listeners. We were on top of the
world. We were on Radio!
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