Happy 10th wedding anniversary to Mr. and Mrs. Jerry (Ruth Rogge) Jacobson.
Le Headley, the buckskin-clad headhunter, whose true love is promoting attention to Brownville, did a good job of it the other day in the small river town.
Le carries a long rifle and fires black powder and paper wads. He marches in parades and makes an appearance at the State Fair.
But, back to the story . . .
Le pulled the trigger on his long rifle . . . KLA . . . BLOOEY!
The hunter stood his ground, but the blast triggered the burglar alarm at the Brownville post office.
Vic Button, a resident of the Masonic Manor in Omaha, visited in Nebraska City the other day with Optimists. Mr. Button holds a perfect attendance record of 41 years.
He has visited Nebraska City many times before when he called on his friend, the Late Leonard Tomlyn.
Mr. and Mrs. Tom Weathers, Alton, Ill., said they are comfortable in their home and enjoy the community, but miss their many friends in Nebraska City.
Mr. Weathers started the City recreation programs and is now the director at his new location.
Tom and Mickey and their daughters enjoyed Nebraska City. They felt the town was like "home." Mrs. Weathers is from Germany and her brother visited them briefly at Alton. He stretched a business trip enough to see his sister and her family.
Mrs. Weathers' brother and family wanted to visit Nebraska City this summer, but decided to wait another year. They'd like to see the U.S.A. and are planning a bus trip from Chicago through the west.
Jim Widhelm, the new recreation director, kept the humor going the other day at the Optimist meeting when he said his dream of a home, swimming pool and tennis court came true.
Mr. Widhelm explained as the City director he has "penthouse" housing (above the bathouse), an olympic swimming pool in his backyard, tennis courts and baseball diamonds.
The director commended Nebraska City residents for their interest in the recreation program. He is wrapping up a summer program and getting things lined up for a full winter of activity.
The director said the paving of the Steinhart park lane is not out of the picture. The parks and recreation board is trying to get some federal money to get that job done.
Mr. and Mrs. Everett Browning, Peru, returned from a visit in Great Britain. They had a grand time and returned with a few items.
The English students at Peru State had better get ready for this.
Everett returned with a set of bagpipes.
"Well, phooey on all you people," he said. "I'll just take it into the Peru hills with me when I go mushroom hunting."
"Yeah, dad," said sons Brian and Gene, "take it with you."
Didya hear the one about the grade schooler who reported to his father:
"Dad, we're going to have a small PTA meeting tonight."
"Well, if it's just a small meeting I won't have to go, will I?" Dad asked.
"Yup," said little Johnny. "It's going to be you, mom, the principal and me."
The Nebraska City rescue squad expanded into new quarters after the addition to City Hall was completed.
Squadsmen now have a meeting room and a kitchen. (It's shared with firemen).
And now the squadsmen have expanded into another area — a kitchen committee.
"Well, if we're gonna have a kitchen, then by jimminey by george we've got to have a committee to whip up a lunch once a month and sweep up the place after the meetings," Don Chapin snorted.
"You're right," Chief Harold Rowe said, "and we've got to be fair (that remark alone sounded kinda sneaky) on naming the committee."
"Don't put Tiny Schmitz on it," Jerry Gilliland pleaded. "He'll eat up the sandwiches before the meeting is adjourned."
"Well, we've got to put some dignity on it," Gary Harpster suggested.
"Don't look at me," Sam Thomas said, "I'm on the equipment committee."
"How about the newest squadsmen?" someone suggested.
"Yeah, yeah, yeah . . . KER — PLOP!" (Jesse Stein's folding chair just folded.)
Chief Rowe took command of the situation:
"I hereby appoint the Rev. David Troxler, Jesse Stein, Rick Billings and Jim Rader."
A few moments later the squadsmen accepted Jim Van Renan and Kim Kohout as members of the organization and immediately the kitchen committee tried to pass on the job.
"Appointments are for a year," the chief said.
Somehow the chief got the meeting going again and whanged the gavel to adjourn faster than secretary Frank Bataillon could scribble in his notebook.
Everyone darted for the kitchen window, raised it and there stood the maintenance chief, Leroy "the old pro" Fletchall, munching away at a ham sandwich.
"Hey . . . what's going on here?" the hungry volunteers said.
"Hummpf!" was Leroy's answer. "You wouldn't run those three vehicles if I didn't keep them in good shape and . . . I . . . ah . . . just assumed that the maintenance chief should check out the kitchen on the first night."