SHERIFF RALDO G. GOODALL
Sheriff R. G. Goodall served three (3) terms as Sheriff. He was elected to office November 1972, November 1976 and again in November 1980.
I was given a poem that Sherif Goodall wrote during one of his re-election campaigns. There is no date listed but it is written on his official letterhead. Below is the poem in its entirety.
THE SHERIFF"S JOB
Now this Sheriff's job is a curious one,
Like the housewife's work, it's never done.
Calls come by night and come by day,
They may be near, or miles away.
Do hurry up, says the voice of the caller,
You're badly needed in Possum Holler.
Paw's on a rampage, he's gut a gun,
Been looking for Maw since half-past one.
So we jump in our flivver and hit the trail,
And drive like a streamliner carrying the mail.
Our only hope and all we can figure,
Is to be on hand when Paw pulls the trigger.
We finally arrive and amid confusion-
We learn the affair was a simple delusion.
Paw with his gun was just hunting squirrels,
Maw had gone to school with the two oldest girls.
Next day we're hunting a mottle-face cow,
That night we referee a nice family row.
Now, that's just a sample of what we do,
An endless variety of the old and the new.
It may be a prowler, a burglar, a drunk,
He may steal your billfold, your watch or your trunk.
We set out to catch him and we do our best,
We catch our precentage and lose the rest.
We can't catch them all, for some leave no clue-
They don't leave their cards, like the candidates do.
Sometimes they plead guility, and the judge will scold,
Then half the county will want them paroled.
They blame the depression, the new deal, the tariff-
But most of the folks put the blame on the Sheriff.
So, it's quite a game, if you stay right in-
You'll get a pat on the back, and a sock on the chin.
But, I like it, and I'm shedding no tears-
And I'd like to be your Sheriff for another four years.