It took a little friendly persuasion from several classmates to get him to allow this story on the blog, but Stanton Arendts finally succumbed. We think you'll enjoy the 2nd of the series of his run-ins with Officer Jackley:
I played a cat and mouse game with this sworn officer. I think it all started with the flag pole at Phillip Sigmond's house, which is on the northern edge of Kensett. Perhaps it is still there?
Being a notorious flag waver and general patriot, I agreed to construct a major flag pole for Phillip, who was a disabled war veteran from WW2. I loved to weld things and received excellent instruction from Orvin Ellingson (Sandra's father). Since the flag pole was large (40 feet) I received help from my father and Arly Thompson, (Arla's father), who was a master welder. All proceeded well until the transfer of the pole from my father's garage to the site at Phillip's home.
I secured a truck from my grandfather (Monk Boyett) and drove it to the garage using town streets. Since I did not have a chauffeurs license, I was reluctant to drive it on the highway. Arly agreed to do it and stated "That if anybody inter-feared, he would knock them on their ass."
Wouldn't you know that Jackley was on the ball, followed us and noticed that we didn't have a red flag on the flagpole which extended far behind the truck. Keep in mind that we were only going about 5 blocks. Jackley followed us up Phillip's drive way and cited Arly for not having the red flag. To say all hell broke loose would be an understatement.
Suffice it to say that we made Officer Jackley feel like a jerk, we thought. Nevertheless the citation was issued. We requested that Jackley should at least salute the flag as he drove by, in the future. I always thought that Jackley didn't really understand what we were trying to do and remembered each of us as perhaps "future offenders".