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William’s Whims

Legend of the Greasy Man

Posted: Wednesday, December 30, 2009 12:00 am

Billy

Howell

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  • anonymous posted at 4:03 pm on Sun, Jan 17, 2010.

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    There was a greasy man in Clarksdale. Check the archives of the Press Register, probably 1963 - 1966. There was a black man, covered in grease, wearing only white socks, that was killed by a citizen of Clarksdale when the greasy man broke into his home into his child's room. This man shot and killed the greasy man. There was a picture in the press register when this happened. From what my father told me, this individual was buried behind the National Guard Armory in a pauper's grave. See what you can find out and re-run this article!!! Would be very interesting to see it again.

     
  • anonymous posted at 12:36 pm on Mon, Jan 4, 2010.

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    It should be noted that this man never aged, he was legend to all who grew up in the 50"s 60's 70's etc. How many times did we see his markings on our door frames, windows, or cars. Poor William, I would thank you for bringing back this memory less I have nightmares tonight.