Friday, July 12, 2013
(Last modified: 2013-07-12 16:36:31)
Source: The Herald-News
Submitted by Charlie Carney
When I read the Herald-News article asking for stories about the Scopes Trial, I began to think of what I had been told about that historic event. It was before my day, but at least I could share what I had been told.
My father and older brother had attended the trial day after day and I had known that fact since I was seven or eight-years-old. In 1925, my family lived eight miles out of Dayton. My dad would harness the horse to the buggy and he and my brother, Warren, would leave early so they could get a good seat. What I remember most from their stories was “getting a good seat.” The courthouse was full of spectators who crowded the courtroom. One day, after Dad and Warren were in place, an adult came by and asked my dad to hold the boy so he could have the seat. My father politely responded, “I’m a taxpayer; the boy sits where he is.” The following day, Dad was warned by another adult that the weight was so heavy in the courtroom that they feared the floor might fall in. The proceedings moved to the south lawn of the courthouse.
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