One month ago, May 16, the Howe Quick Check was broken into and intruders got away with over 50 cartons of cigarettes. Early this morning, the store was once again breached and this time around 25 cartons were believed to be stolen.
The individuals were captured on security footage each time and are believed to be the same individuals in both robberies.
The store, at 411 W. Haning Street, was again closed at the time of the burglary and no one was injured or threatened.
The Howe Police Department were called to the scene early to begin an investigation.
HOWE, Texas – On Wednesday, June 12 at 9:15 pm, Howe police officers arrested 40-year-old Michael Jeremy Worthington of Bonham on an outstanding warrant for Driving While License Invalid and for Manufacture/Delivery of a Controlled Substance in Penalty Group 1, over 4 Grams.
According to Howe police, the arrest was the
result of a tip from a confidential source that Worthington was driving through
Howe and he was wanted on a misdemeanor warrant. “The warrant was verified prior to the stop
and we knew Worthington was driving the car,” said Howe police Corporal David
Morris.
After Howe officers stopped the vehicle on northbound U.S. Highway 75 and spoke with Worthington and his passenger, a Texas State Trooper stopped to assist the officers. Shortly thereafter, police say a motorist traveling northbound struck the trooper’s vehicle, sideswiped the Howe patrol car and the vehicle driven by Worthington, coming to rest in the grassy median between U.S. Highway 75 and the east access road.
Worthington was arrested on the warrant, and a subsequent search of Worthington and the vehicle revealed approximately 2.8 ounces of methamphetamine and a set of digital scales, according to Howe Police Chief Carl Hudman. He added “Had the Trooper not been there, we would have likely lost an officer and possibly others last night. His cruiser prevented us from taking a direct hit and he alerted us when he saw the motorist failing to yield.”
Additional State Troopers responded to the
scene and investigated the motor vehicle crash. There were not any reported injuries.
On Wednesday, June 12 at 6:51 pm, Howe police responded to a single-vehicle accident in the 200 block of West Haning Street. Officers found a 2007 GMC pickup truck that was traveling eastbound, crossed into the westbound traffic lane and struck a utility pole on the north side of the roadway. The utility pole was destroyed by the impact and portions of the City were left without power until Oncor made repairs. The 32-year-old driver, of Sherman, was transported to a local hospital with non-life-threatening injuries. The driver reported blacking out for an unknown reason prior to the crash, according to Officer Oscar Martinez
Lucy Dorothy (Lockett) Wilson, 100, of Howe passed from this
life into eternal life on Thursday, May 23, 2019.
Wilson was born in Maple (Van Alstyne area) on September 19,
1918 as the youngest daughter of 13 children of Winfield and Slimmer (Dunnham)
Lockett. She attended Van Alstyne and Burk schools. Reverend A. W. Yell married
her and Willie “Bill” Wilson, son of Jefferson and Ida (Sailing) Wilson, on
September 14, 1936 at the First Christian Church of Howe. They had two children
– Kenneth Wilson of Howe and the former Barbara (Wilson) Mudrick of Paris,
Tennessee.
Wilson worked for the Van Alstyne schools before retiring
from Burlington Industries in Sherman. After retiring she continued to work at
both the Howe SNAP Center and First United Methodist Church of Howe for many
years. Her life was dedicated to God and to her family. She was a long time
member of the FUMC of Howe.
She was preceded in death by her parents, her devoted husband of more than 70 years, siblings and one grandson, Gary Wilson, formally of Weatherford. She is survived by her son and was blessed to be an adored MawMaw of five grandchildren, five great-grandchildren, and eight great-great-grandchildren.
The family will receive friends from 6 to 8 p.m. Tuesday, May 28 at the Scoggins Funeral Home & Crematory at 637 West Van Alstyne Parkway in Van Alstyne. Memorial services will be held at 10:30 a.m. on Wednesday, May 29 at the First United Methodist Church of Howe at 810 North Denny Street in Howe. Rev. Zack Landis of the church will officiate. Interment will follow at Cedar Lawn Cemetery in Sherman. Family and friends are invited to join the family at the FUMC of Howe for a luncheon following services. Pallbearers will be her grandsons and great-grandsons: Michael Mudrick of Willis; Kenneth Wilson, II, David Wilson, and William Wilson all of Howe; Nathaniel “Nate” Wilson and Cecil Scott both of Bells.
One hundred years ago, the Howe High School Class of 1919 had six graduating seniors including one senior boy. Paul Patterson Shelley, son of Dr. J.L. Shelley served as the editor-in-chief of the yearbook which contained his autobiography where he describes his school days in Howe and the scenes of Ol’ Howe High a century ago.
In next week’s edition of the Howe Enterprise, we will compare and contrast the Howe High School Class of 1919 and the Howe High School Class of 2019. We’ll tell the story about the 1918-19 Howe football team, girls basketball team, and a heated junior-senior rivalry. We’ll also let you know “the rest of the story” about Paul Patterson Shelley and what he made of his life after HHS graduation 100 years ago.
The autobiography of Paul Patterson Shelley – from The Argus, 1919.
Paul Patterson Shelley
“On a certain cool October morning in ’76, there was a great deal of noise and confusion in the little house across the street, for a seven and one-half baby boy had been born to the young doctor and his wife.
But I don’t mean in the year 1876 – I am not so old as all
that – but in the picturesque little village of Seventy-Six Falls in the Blue
Grass region of old Kentucky.
The noise, they say, was caused by myself while the
confusion was caused by the happy parents and relations, trying to find things
with which to amuse me.
During the first few years of my life, nothing very interesting happened except the getting of a fine set of teeth of which in obtaining I had showed the family I possessed a fine and remarkable pair of lungs.
The first memorable event of my life was moving to Texas.
The second my beginning school while at the age of seven. I left the realm of
home to traverse the realm of unknown.
School life at first entertained me but soon I grew tired
and longed for the time to be when I could sleep until after seven and play
when it suited my fancy. But alas for me, this could not be, for I had entered
a land from which I could not turn back – the land of life’s responsibilities.
At the age of twelve there came into my life the one girl
(so I thought then), and I longed for the time to come when I could throw away
school books and become a “cowboy” or a “soldier of
fortune” and perform such deeds of chivalry that the ancient knights of
Queen Elizabeth would blush for shame or perform such fetes of “Bronco
busting” that Bill Cody would have knelt before me.
But none of these fanciful dreams came true, so I had to
make the best of school life studying the hard geography and the multiplication
table; and what could have done more to dampen the spirits of a would be hero.
But the great ambition, aim of my life, was to be a surgeon;
and of course with much money and many friends. But my father says at the
present rate of my progress I am more destined for the section gang and no
money than for a medical career.
When I was thirteen and a freshie my ambition was to graduate with the highest possible honors. But after an encounter with my Latin grammar and partaking of a little Algebra all of the starch was taken out of me and left my ambition – to merely graduate. At last, however, I passed my Cerebus; freshman finals and awoke to find myself a sophomore. Three years yet to help in the hazing of all freshman; also to help edit the school magazine; which was a real honor for a sophomore. I soon found that thing that a sophomore was intended for was to play servants to the seniors. On account of my red hair, I had to perform many tasks. But even sophomore year finally crept into the past and at last, I had only one year to finish before I obtained the long wished, the time when I could be a senior and hold my head with an air of dignity and order the freshies around as I had once been ordered.
September 1918 a senior in the Howe High School. The long goal is at least reached only to find myself on a dizzy height where I was at a loss what to do. Also to find that my aim is not yet completed for there are nine months yet. Nine months of hard work and tiresome waiting between it and me. Sometimes I wonder if it is worth the struggle, the energy spent in obtaining it. Why not voice the old sentiment., “Eat, drink and be merry for tomorrow you may die.”
