From this chair, the property acquisition south of Nebraska City by Omaha Public Power District seems dramatic and wonderful.
I don't know what's going on.
Mebbe OPPD doesn't either.
BUT, whatever the projected plans for power facilities along the Ole' Muddy, you can bet your best pair of boots, Nebraska City will benefit.
The best part of the election night party was a real night — all of it — with the boys and the wives didn't fuss one bit.
Ed Harshbarger, the WWII tank driver who now wheels calculators in his county clerk office, began to wonder about 3 a.m., what had happened at Syracuse.
The two precincts were later than expected even with the long ballot.
The best way, Ed figured, since he was unable to call the polling place, was to call the home of an election worker to see if the job was done.
I'd like to have seen B. A. Johnson's face, when he crawled out of bed at 3 a.m., to hear Ed bark over the phone:
"Is your wife home yet?"
Ed never did tell the rest of us sitting around the desk of B. A.'s reply.
There's going to be a pretty foxy improvement in school facilities when the new double-unit grade school is completed.
The new school will be unique: No windows, pie-shaped rooms and carpeting.
Best part may be the training in which Mom and Dad will benefit about junior wiping off his shoes before he sloshes through the house.
To Harold Fouts.
Dear Friend:
We miss seeing you on the main drag. We have not forgotten and are keeping a record of the money you owe Hested's for the coffee you bought your friends.
Ev, over at the Chamber office, still can't figure out your filing system and needs a copy of that letter you wrote to Arvilla Crackerby in Moosemouth, Ark., about locating a skunk descenting facility on Central Avenue.
Miss Crackerby was serious!