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"There's
nothing worse than a drunken bear in a department store."
That would-have-been-famous phrase almost had its origins in Greenville
approximately 103 years ago.
At the turn of the 19th century, W.C. English had a slaughterhouse
business with three retail locations In Greenville.
One was on the south side of the square and two were on Stonewall
Street. Animals were rendered and meat offered for sale in butcher's
showrooms that looked more like modern-day jewelry stores.
Early photos show one of English's front counters with a fancy cash
register, gingerbread woodwork overhead and restaurant type bar
stools in front. Beef and pork can be seen hanging on meathooks
on a long rack on the right side of the picture.
One day in 1903, a customer arrived at Mr. English's establishment
with another type of stock he wanted butchered - three large bears.
The bears are
believed to have been retired circus performers.
English took possession of the bears, but soon became attached to
the tame animals. He offered to buy them; the customer agreed, and
"Katie," "Bob," and "Bill" became Mr. English's pets.
English kept the three bears in the backyard of his home at the
corner of Washington and Bois D'Arc streets in Greenville.
This was adjacent or just east of today's market square, then known
as the OK Wagon Yard.
Vendors who came to sell their vegetables and other goods, often
from many miles away, soon became familiar with the bears.
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| W.C.
English with his bears Katie, Bob and Bill in the backyard of his
home in Greenville. Note on the horizon on the right the faint image
of the Hunt County Courthouse tower. Photo courtesy Milton Babb |
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In those days,
many of the farmers and vendors slept in tents or on bedrolls overnight
right there on the wagon yard grounds. Some brought food and spirits
to supply them during their stay.
It wasn't long
before it was discovered that Katie, Bob and Bill would share a
Friday night indulgence with visitors if a partially-filled beer
bottle was thrown over the fence.
One Saturday morning after a particularly merry night, one of the
bears got loose and decided to take a stroll west on Lee Street.
The bear ambled up the sidewalk on the north side of the street
past the Hunt County courthouse.
Upon reaching an appealing store window believed to have been Perkins
Department Store, the bear started inside to have a better look
around.
By now, onlookers were startled to see the full-grown bear in the
middle of downtown. Someone whistled or shouted to get the bear's
attention to keep him out of the department store.
Shoppers scattered, fearful for their lives that they would be attacked.
Luckily, a relative of Mr. English, Mrs. W.F. English, operated
a millinery and dress making shop at the corner of Stonewall and
Washington. This was on the corner just west of the Sam Swartz store.
Mrs. English hurried to the poor bear's rescue and to the dismay
of the many residents looking on, she walked directly up to the
bear she knew so well to be tame.
Laying a hand on the beast's shoulder, she walked it home the few
blocks east so that it could complete a recovery from Friday night's
excesses.
The bear's adventure over and smelling salts returned to their ladies'
purses, Saturday morning shopping began to return to normal.
"There's just nothing worse than a drunken bear in a department
store."
This story was related to the author by Eugenia Howse, granddaughter
of W.C. English and daughter of early Greenville photographer F.E.
Howse.
© Milton Babb
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