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Addendum to the memorial to Jerry Teague:

Although I did not make it to the funeral in of my old mentor Jerry Teague in Winnemucca, NV, my former Record-Searchlight colleague Bill Short sent photos and a note of explanation.

It all looked verTake him, assesy formal as Jerry’s coffin was loaded onto an open wagon and pulled through the streets of the town by four mules. Traffic stopped, people paid homage and it all looked like a state funeral.

But it was Jerry’s last joke. He scripted the whole thing before he died.

“The significance of this event was the fact that in all his glory, during all of his years at the many hometown newspapers he served so well, Teaguer always seemed to be under the control of some ass.” Short wrote. “It seemed fitting that his last journey should be behind four asses.”

Jerry planned the ceremony, complete stories by his associates and Louis Armstrong’s rendition of ” When The Saints Go Marching In.” But the unplanned part that he may have loved best was when one of our mutual friends stopped the whole procession — to let a beer truck cross.

May 23, 2007 - Posted by | Clyde Bentley

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