Robbie, son of Mr. and Mrs. Murrell Starr, 1023 Twelfth Avenue, is home from a hospital at Rochester, Minn., after staying a little longer than he planned. He brought something back with him — a cast.
Robbie may be blind, but he's not blinded by humor.
He was walking on Cloud 9 after a checkup at the hospital and to hear him tell it, he wasn't doing a soft shoe shuffle, but he was careless with his steps as he was escorted in the parking lot to a car.
He slipped, fell and broke his left leg.
So, back to the hospital where the bone was set and a cast put on the leg. Then came an airplane ride "home" to Nebraska City. "It was a nice flight," he said, "but I slept most of the way."
A neighbor, Sev Sorensen, ran across the street as Robbie was transported by stretcher into his home. Sev said it for the youngster's many friends:
"Welcome home, Robbie."
Little Bucks
B. A. Johnson, 60, the Syracuse bandmster, isn't giving up instrumental music at Syracuse - Dunbar -Avoca. Instead, he's giving up the high school marching band job to younger blood, Dale Duensing, and devoting his time to the elementary and junior high band. "B. A. " has been the high school bandsman for 21 years . . . Lori Schlichtemeier who will go to Dallas for the FHA convention, is the daughter of Mr. and Mrs. Stuart Schlichtemeier. We remember Lori well . . . she and her sister, Susie, had a ball at the Dennis Armknecht benefit in Cook when Susie worked at the News-Press.
This slinky gal at the grocery counter handed the clerk a $20 bill, picked up her groceries and started walking off without her change.
The clerk whistled to attract her attention and called to her several times, but she paid no attention.
Just as she walked out the door, the clerk caught up with her and asked:
"Didn't you hear me whistle?"
"Sure," she answered coyly, "but I never flirt when I'm shopping."
Mr. and Mrs. Millard Head spent the Fourth of July holiday visiting relatives in Tulsa, Okla., and got into a rainstorm.
Mr. Head said he has never been in such a driving rainstorm and blinding lightning storm as occurred in the area. The Heads also saw a truck jackknife and joined other motorists who drove under downed power lines.
The Nebraska City couple had a pleasant visit and an unusual experience in getting caught in the storm and were glad to be home.
Dr. Larry Paben stopped in the other day with a business card. It was from my brother who lives in the Inglewood, Calif. area.
Doctor Paben has six chairs in his dental office in Inglewood and by coincidence my brother was in one of the chairs at the time the doctor was talking about a vacation trip to Nebraska.
That's where older brother, LeRoy of Western Airlines, entered the conversation. The doctor said he was going to vacation in the Nebraska City and Talmage areas.
The doctor said he would stop at the newspaper and say hello and he did just that. We were pleased to meet him and had a nice visit.
"We had a story in the paper recently on Mr. and Mrs. Jake Paben celebrating their 69th anniversary," I said.
"Yes, that's my folks, they are both at the Manor," the doctor said.
"Well, that is so-m-e coincidence," I said.
"Whattya mean?" the doctor questioned.
"Our No. 2 daughter, Clarissa, works at Nebraska City Manor and knows the Pabens."
"Small world," he said.
"Yup, small world."
Brother LeRoy is anxiously awaiting to be a grandfather.
In fact, he's getting a little too anxious.
Recently he and his wife sold their home and purchased another in the Los Angeles area. As it happened, they gave possession of their home before taking possession of the other.
So they've been living in their camper waiting for possession of the home.
Guess where he parked the camper? You've got it in the driveway of his daughter and son-in-law.
Stolen from Bill Brockley.
One day a small boy and his father were taking a walk. As they passed a truck, the youngster asked his father.
"What's that?"
"I dunno," Dad replied.
Next they passed a warehouse where the youngster asked his father what the building was for. "I dunno," Dad said.
As they watched a man with a pneumatic drill digging up paving; the youngster looked up at his dad and asked:
"What's he doing?"
"I dunno," his father replied.
They walked on for a time and the silence was broken when the youngster spoke up.
"Dad, I sure hope you don't mind all my questions."
"That's okay, son," proud Dad answered. "How are you going to learn anything unless you ask?"