Here's a tip: If you want something to do in your sparetime, say like mebbe six or seven hours some night, see Roger and Betty McCreary and get a roll of wallpaper, paste supplies and have-at-it.
You can have this guarantee — a backache, but a nice job.
I thought everyone (except me) knew how to hang paper until I started asking around. Mebbe they knew what kind of a job it was and wised-up.
Understand the pastors attending the Nebraska City Ministerial Association meeting were so busy with other church-related items that they overlooked the scheduling of the youth study groups during Lent.
Oh-oh-wee. If Doctor Prouty knew that!
Nebraska City's volunteer firemen are determined to come up with a plan that hopefully will be acceptable to the City commission and the voters for a new City Hall.
We've heard that before.
Somewhere in my junky desk is a drawing of another City Hall plan designed under the leadership of the late Clarence Vigen.
Firemen hope to show the voters the need for a new city hall, perhaps through a tour of the bumper-to-bumper fire station. A standby unit, obtained through military surplus, is parked outside because no space is available in the City Hall or the addition on the north.
The firemen's special committee hopes to make a decision soon on the selection of the architect who they feel will come up with the right ideas for the best dollar value.
Now, if the firemen really want to get the job done, they should get their wives to form an auxliary or the "we always have to stay at home on Wednesday nights club" and get the gals to help with the coming campaign.
Mrs. Jim (Carol) Chaney, one of our cold type operators, reported that the Harlem Globetrotters are as great as ever, after attending one of their "performances" on the basketball court.
Meadow Lark is the comic who so well fills the shoes of Goose Tatum, master of them all.
Traveling plans — The Campbell Kropps and Ben Ryans are going to catch all the fish beyond Texas in the gulf . . . the Virg Pitsticks will go to Switzerland next month . . . Doctor C.C. "Cappy" Case will go polar bear hunting next month way, north in Alaska. (Ask him to tell you the story about the hunter who waved to the bear).
The presentation of the charter of Troop 346 and the Court of Honor held at the United Methodist church recently stirred many thoughts while we watched the boys step forward, stand at attention and receive their awards.
The Rotary club in my hometown in Kansas sponsored my Scout troop and it was a mighty proud day when a group of us were luncheon guests and were called to the front of the dining hall to receive Tenderfoot badges.
I still have my Boy Scout handbook and treasure it dearly. I came across it the other day and enjoyed reading notes about troop meetings, attendance and merit badge requirements in a "secret Scout pocket" in the book jackets we made.
I remember the first campout when I took eggs (I worked the night before at a produce station) along for breakfast and about all the pop I could carry. S 'funny' cause the next day I tried to swap bottles of pop for a single canteen of water and had a thirsty day before we returned from that overnight.
For the record: H.H. Hall says the pronunciation of Pall Mall (Pell Melle) cigarets comes from the name of the street in England.
Betcha you didn't know that!