A longtime News-Press reader writes that she was pleased to see the recent picture of the "decent length" of dresses worn by the two women in the voting booth.
"Congratulations to the picture-taker."
Rich Lundgren, journalism graduate from Omaha, was the cameraman.
Know what "Hemi Orange" is? It's one of the hottest things in the auto market.
Ask Rex Snodderly at Nebraska City Auto Supply. He may even have a supply of Grommet Purple.
I liked Bill Cosby's "As I see it" the other night.
His cross-country selection of boys and girls and what they did with movie cameras was entertaining. And naturally, ole' Wierd Harold popped in a few joggings of his own to keep things moving.
The U.S.S. Evans which was sliced by the Australian aircraft carrier is one of the 700 series in the Navy's tin can fleet in the Pacific.
I remember the 700's, particularly "777." She rammed us three times.
I was standing on the starboard side up forward near the bow when 777 came to starboard alongside the U.S.S. Polaris one afternoon off the coast of Korea.
We were moving at 12 to 14 knots when the speedy can powered in as they usually did and reduced speed to match the Polaris for personnel transfers while moving at sea.
The first collision cut a gaping hole well above the water line 10 or 15 feet from where I was hanging onto a lifeline. (That's where we all learned what a lifeline really meant.)
The other two rams were more of a drag as the 777 slid off to the starboard.
No one was hurt and the damage was not critical to the floatation of the ship, so the Polaris continued in the combat zone for several more days before pulling into a port for repairs.
We've been getting up a little earlier recently because our youngest, Clarissa, has joined the cherry-picking crews at Kimmel orchard.
And that means lunches and thermos bottles of pop, milk and water . . . and a transistor so the pickers can listen to their favorite music (?).
I'll betcha bv now Bill Oberdieck can name the Top 20 songs and give you a rundown on Simon and Garfunkle.
Ken Sipple and I judged that the boys and girls in Mrs. Clayton Graham's recital the other night really know how to play the piano, organ and sing.
No one asked us two experts to do any judging, you understand. It's just that with such great talent as Ken's fiddle and razzmatazz and my tippy-toe jig to the tune of a cigaret paper and a comb, we can't be denied.