40 years ago

Tempus sure does fugit. Like at savings institutions today and 40 years ago – namely, North American Savings and Loan at 7525 Madison. This S&L started off the new year by announcing “two unusual deals” for January savers; put $300 or more in a new or present account and receive free, a beautiful a 72-inch by 90-inch Beacon blanket. Or put in $100 or more and you get two (count ’em, two) decks of plastic playing cards. Is that why they called it a deal? Of such simplicity does the past seem. Today, 480 months later, banks and thrift institutions the world over are on the other side of the equation. Instead of giving they’re getting. And if they don’t manage and invest money better than they have, we can all be in big trouble. That’s the cheery news compared to yesteryear.

From the Jan. 2, 1969, Forest Park Review

30 years ago

Day’s end and you’re just about home. It’s 9:15 in the evening and you pull your car into the garage on Elgin Avenue. You look forward to being home for the evening – supper, comfort and a time to relax. It’s not to be. You’re stunned to find two men in the garage. They wave a handgun and demand your money – now. A rush of righteous anger wells in your chest.

Illogically, you find yourself resisting in spite of bad odds. They rough you up. Now the adrenaline kicks in and you swing back. A tire iron to the side of the face puts you down, and you think you’ve been shot in the mouth just before passing out. They rifle through your pockets and remove a money clip holding $1,000.

Story ends. The police report records they got away, leaving a few sketchy descriptions by neighbors. And the 69-year-old victim lies unconscious in critical condition with a bullet lodged in his brain.

From the Jan. 31, 1979, Forest Park Review

20 years ago

If Beauty is Truth and Truth Beauty, then Ugly must find its own reward in Charity and Good Will. Every February the annual Ugly Bartender drive got under way. Kind of a lost custom now, it was a worthwhile, popular undertaking. Participating barkeeps may be comely, average or possess woeful features; that’s not the point. It’s all in the acronym, UGLY – Understanding. Generous. Lovable. You. If these characteristics matched your favorite innkeeper, you would inform him or her with a donation to the Multiple Sclerosis Society in their name. Should a group of local tavern owners revive the custom?

From the March 1, 1989, Forest Park Review

10 years ago

There’s no business like snow business. When we get snowed on we don’t fool around. The Great Blizzard of 1999 could hardly wait past New Year’s Day – all 18 inches of it. The storm was reported here a week or two ago, but not all its after effects. Cancellations and delays were the order of the day; like the abbreviated village council meeting. A quorum of three had gotten business started. Commissioner Gerry Jacknow never made it. Even Tim Gilliam, commissioner of Streets and Improvement, was 45 minutes late because the snows fell faster than his department’s plows could plow. The whiteness paralyzed traffic, bummed out transportation – and it granted no favors to retail businesses. More than a few people couldn’t make it to work, and if it weren’t for school closings, 100 percent of the populace would have been disenchanted. However, like most climatic interruptions, the very change of routine harbored in some a thin element of “fun” – a sense of something different in the air, aside from flakes.

From the Jan. 13, 1999, Forest Park Review