The Frisco Chickasha subdivision between Oklahoma City and Quanah, TX was 183 miles of "interesting" railroad. The last Oklahoma town before one crossed the Red river into Texas was the small farm town of Eldorado, OK...a town were my family briefly lived. After having lived there myself, and after having listened to the countless stories my father told of what typically went on in that town, I can truthfully say that it was a never-ending-three-ring-circus of a town during the 1940's, 50's, and 60's.
In the years circa WWII Eldorado had a Frisco depot usually staffed by an old reprobate agent known as Mr. Doggett. Mr Doggett was that type of person who was "no nonsense", and could not suffer fools in any capacity. Too bad he landed in Eldorado. In this same small town there was a particular group of three guys that typically loafed around town all morning and whose sole purpose seemed to be teasing people and stirring up trouble. In their daily observations they took notice that Mr Doggett had a rigid routine which he followed every time he was on duty in Eldorado, so they hatched a plan equal to their mentality. All three were waiting at the front door of the depot just before it was time to open. As our aforementioned station agent approached they beamed at him and said, "Howdy Mr. Doggett!!" Mr Doggett's reply was non-existant as he stepped into the depot. It seemed best to ignore them. While Mr Doggett was opening up the depot the three travelled to the front of the post office. As Mr Doggett approached the next stop of his routine the three men beamed and said, "Howdy Mr Doggett!!". By now, Mr Doggett was starting to mutter ugly things under his breath as he stomped past them. While Mr Doggett was taking care of the mail the three made their way to the front of the local bank. As Mr Doggett soon arrived to do his banking the three men beamed and said, "Howdy Mr Doggett!!". At this point one could hear louder murmerings of phrases that included "crazy sons of@#)(>>..!" through gritted teeth. Before going back to the depot Mr Doggett's last stop was always Josh Carter's Cafe where he would partake in a cup of coffee (which is another story), and the three had already made their way there. As Mr Doggett walked up to the entrance of the cafe the three men beamed and said, "Howdy Mr Doggett !!" That is when "the dam broke". Mr Doggett briefly huffed and puffed, looked at the three of them sternly, and shouted, "HOWDY HOWDY HOWDY, BY GAWD, HOWDY".
That was the treasure the three men were seeking, so they went on to their next project and Mr Doggett went inside to receive the next excerpt of his continuing story.
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