We leave with pride and satisfaction the explanation of the word which
has so long been slandered as being meaningless, unpronounceable, and
such complimentary econiums. To all such the JIMPLECUTE sends greetings,
and in the kindest of spirits says “that he who laughs last, laughs
best.” While perhaps, “a rose would smell as sweet by any other name,”
yet there is no name that we are familiar with that carries with it so
much promise, so much significance, such hope, as that grandest of
words, The JIMPLECUTE.
The JIMPLECUTE was established in 1865 by Ward Taylor, Jr., who died in
1894 and his son, and daughter, M. I. Taylor, (known to her many friends
as “Miss Birdie”) conducted the paper jointly until 1915, when Miss
Taylor took entire control and conducted the paper until it was sold in
1926. Miss Taylor retained the job printing department, which she
continues managing, and doing the entire work herself these ten years
since.
“Miss Birdie” is loved by her friends, and many strangers, passing this
way, drop in to see her. She is ever ready to lend a helping hand to
anyone in need and to any project for the betterment of her home town.
She recalls many of Jefferson’s earlier days when it was a real city and
by her much of the past history of our little city has been preserved.
She recalls the big fire of 1866 even though she was quite young, she
says that she and her family were living at the Irvine Hotel (now the
Excelsior) and had their clothes and articles that they especially
desired to save tied in bundles, so that they might escape in case the
hotel burned.