Congratulations Lourdes. You're No. 1!
NC Lourdes Knights.
No. 1.
Class D football state champions.
HOME OF THE KNIGHTS.
Congratulations to Coach Don Fleming and the Nebraska City Lourdes football team. You really are Class D state champions and you certainly have earned that recognition.
Let's take another step.
How's about erecting a large sign at the highway entrances to Nebraska City depicting Nebraska City Lourdes as state football champions?
Bill Olmer, who heads the Knights of Columbus, said he was especially interested and said he would meet with his officers immediately and get their thoughts.
Some of the football fans who keep notes tell me this is about the 10th year for football at Lourdes. I don't remember the year, but I sure remember Ron Eiserman helping with the athletic program in those years. And he received a lot of other help, not necessarily physical, from a very dedicated Knights of Columbus organization.
Other helpers included Kenny Chapman, Bob Holman, George the-race-driver Zeiner, Max Moyer and Ron Volkmer. The list goes on because there were so many people. We mustn't forget the quiet Father Pohl and the fiery Father Kelly who contributed many hours to the athletic programs.
George Coupe and Charlie Staska never scrimmaged with high schoolers, but they have always been 100 per cent backers of the school programs.
You're a good man, Mort Porter.
Didya know that newspaper people take payola? You bet your sweet tooth, and the other day was payday.
Mort Porter stopped in the office for a picture order and in his hand he carried a sack of the freshest and most delicious apples.
There's something about the apple scent that's super appetizing.
I'm going through a rather long dental program and apples are a no-no on the list . . . I just opened the window and let the wind take the list when Mort stepped up to this desk with those apples.
As a matter of fact, I'm going to show the dental pros what action really is . . . : . . . the next appointment I'm going to rub it in so good . . . I'm going to take him and his staff a sack of apples . . . I may throw in some cocolate chip cookies and if Millie doesn't peek in the package, I may slip in a couple sacks of beer nuts.
How's that grab you, buster!
Everett Browning, Peru State professor, and my Canadian wilderness partner, is confined to the Nemaha County Hospital and we hope he is recovering rapidly.
Everett and I have enjoyed many hours together trying to outlie each other on a dozen topics and since he is now operating under the auspices of the Pill Club, now's my chance:
Didya know the real reason Everett's belly went flip-flop?
He watched the TV shows Love Story and The Graduate, all in the same week.
He's reading the "real" story of Dracula and when he made advances on his wife, Laurel, she belted him.
His students say he choked on his corn cob pipe. (He smokes rum-flavored tobacco).
He's been sipping hot brandy and got in mixed up with a bottle of castor oil.
Best wishes, Everett, and a speedy recovery. Remember, the next time our kids get together, it's your turn to stay up late.
It takes hustle to get a job done.
The Wirth Brothers farm was set back a week ago when fire damaged a dryer, but ingenuity and get-up-and-go by the Wirth family got the corn drying operation back into service.
To make a long story short, the fire was on Friday, Jerome Wirth flew to near Chicago for repairs Saturday and the drying operation was going again on Monday.
Meanwhile, there's more to the story.
For one thing, Jerome said, the Nebraska City Volunteer firemen did a "dandy" job of putting out the blaze. Next came repairs. The York distributor sent them to Crystal Lake, Ill., where the Wirths were told delivery couldn't be made for a week.
Not good enough. Theodore and Jerry went to work on the dryer and Jerome went to his Cherokee 140 horsepower airplane.
After a three-hour flight he landed at the site, where crews loaded eight-foot panels into the plane (and tied them down with baling wire). He was back at Grundman airport in Nebraska City at 2:30 p.m. The men worked on the repair job Sunday and began drying corn on Monday.
There was one hitch. Jerome said the airport at Crystal Lake would only let him have 10 gallons of fuel so he had to make a stop at Rockford for refueling.
At the end of the trip he opined:
"The airplane is not a toy of the fly boys, it's used every day."
There's something else to the story. Jerome was injured severely in a tractor accident in 1961. His legs are in braces, but his determination is something else.
In 1967 he got his private pilot's license and today has logged 375 hours. He now holds a commercial pilot's license.