Andy Seybert has some interesting pictures of Nebraska City, many residents and many farms taken "for fun" and for business at the Davidson Agency.
Andy is a licensed private pilot and has taken up a hobby of aerial photography. He stopped in the office the other day to show some of his results. He uses a Koni Omega camera with a 90mm lens. That's what the photogs call "heavy" in the picture business.
We liked his Central Avenue shots and the fall scenery at Waubonsie park.
Andy is a scenery buff. He's moved into his "second" home along Scenic Drive. He built and sold his other home on the bluff and hopped right onto another job. And, as Brice Bell can attest, the river view from his home is breathtaking.
The best sight in town . . .
is a lawn turning green. Hello, there . . . spring.
Didya hear the one about the mother who rushed around every morning getting the children ready for school, then flopped down in a chair at the kitchen table and buried her head in her hands?
Suddenly she felt a small hand on her shoulder and heard a sympathetic voice.
"What's the matter, mommy, don't you have anything to do?"
The candidate.
George B. Klein, Lincoln, has been named as a candidate for the office of Grand Exalted Ruler of the Elks.
Mr. Klein was state president and has been active on the Grand Lodge. He is well known by many Nebraska City Elks and has been a frequent visitor to the lodge. It would be a nice feather in the caps of Nebraska Elks if he was elelcted.
The movie beat
John Quinlan, managing editor of the News-Press, made his own picks for the movie awards in his column the other day.
We agree that Jaws was about the hottest thing. Few films have captured the imagination of so many and gotten so much publicity as the shark story.
Universal Studios in Hollywood was taking in tourists under the Jaws publicity last summer like nothing you've ever seen. We stood in line with the kids and truthfully enjoyed every minute of it. The kids had to stand in line to buy T-shirts with pictures of the razor tooth shark on them.
I discovered that I'm not much of a movie goer. Most of the films in John's column were just titles to me. I do have a lot of favorites, but my choices would probably fizzle in the ratings.
I'd like to see some old reruns like Gene Autry, Frog and horse, Champion, Roy Rogers, Dale Evans and Trigger and Hopalong Cassidy and his sidekick, California.
I don't know as though any ever won an Oscar, but a lot of people sure got a lot of enjoyment out of them.
Happy birthday to
George and Harry Bischof who are observing their 59th year in Bischof Hardware. They took over the store from their father in 1917. Mr. Bischof opened the store in 1867.
Also, to Gary and Lois White. They are the G & L of the oil company, Conoco and Firestone business. The Whites took over the business from Ed Ransdell and are celebrating their fifth anniversary. Ed retired but couldn't sit very long. He's selling cars and trucks at Weinman Auto.
Also to Don Mason of F. Mason and Son Inc. at Auburn. The implement company is observing his 35th year of business. Don is also using the anniversary to announce his new franchise of New Holland equipment. The Mason Expo 76 will be Wednesday from 11:30 a m. to 5 p.m.
You better believe it
Bill Wheeler, rural mail carrier, was making his rounds one day when he saw something that jolted him — buffalo.
"I guess it was bound to happen to a mailman sooner or later — everything else does — but it was some surprise," he said.
The two buffalo strayed from Buffalo City, which is located about five miles southeast of town. The animals moved off the road and Bill continued on his route after he spurred his faithful motorized mount.
Elvis who?
The other day we were sitting in an office in Omaha when suddenly the man's secretary just about flipped. "Did you hear that?" she asked.
"Huh?" was our answer.
"He's coming back April 22 . . . gotta make a call, gotta get some tickets."
"What'd she say, Ray?" I asked Mr. Turnquist of Branham Newspaper sales, the national ad representative for the News-Press.
"I dunno," was his answer.
We sat there for a moment watching the color come back to the secretary's face as she talked on the phone to her girlfriend about getting tickets.
"Wonder if we could sell Elvis an ad?" I asked the national ad man.
"Be quiet. Listen."
The secretary finished her phone call and, like dutiful observers, we trounced on her for an explanation.
The music in the background was her favorite radio program and was interrupted to announce that Elvis Presley, the wiggly singer who's been rockin' 'em for 20 years, would be at Civic Auditorium in Omaha April 22.
"Oh," we echoed.
"Oh, he's something else," she said. "I've been a fan for 20 years, I've been to all his performances (they were sold out) here in Omaha and saw him and his home in Hollywood some years ago."
We had to admit that's a true fan. We questioned her a bit more and found out that she was well informed on the Great Elvis, his family, his daughter and Cadillac gifts.
"That doesn't do much for me," I said. "How about you, Ray?"
"Me neither. Now if you want to talk about a CB radio, just come out to the parking lot and look at the rig m my son's Mustang. Boy, did we have a time last night. We really talked to the CBers."
"You have a CB rig in your car?" I asked.
"Yup," he said. "Well, not really. It's locked up in the trunk."
"The trunk?"
"Yup," he answered. "Someone might rip it off if I left it hooked up under the dash."
"Well, thanks for your time this morning. Think I'll be heading south."
"Don't hurry off," Ray said.
I flashed a smile and said I want to get on the road and tune into the radio station and listen to the Elvis songs.
(Ray liked that. His secretary just smiled politely.)
"Omigosh!" I said and headed for the door.
"What's the hurry?" Ray called to me.
"I left my car in your parking lot unlocked."
Stolen.
The man standing at the post office window was approached by an elderly woman who asked, "Would you address this envelope for me, please?"
The man did so courteously, then agreed to write a brief message on a piece of paper. Then he asked, "Is there anything else I can do for you?"
The woman looked at the paper, then said, "Yes, add at the end, 'P.S. Please excuse the handwriting'."