Scuttlebutt is that Nebraska City may have a new municipal building.
That's just about like soldier's rumor . . . it gets goooooooderer all the time.
The fact that Nebraska City needs a new City hall, is about the only thing I've heard recently that never started an argument.
Now, if you want to stick your nose in a peach, then suggest naming the new grade school after grandpa.
The school board is generally agreed that the new grade school (some call "it" the Flying Saucer) will NOT be named after an individual.
There isn't another school building in Nebraska City named after an individual.
So what'
So what's wrong with changing?
I personally don't give a dingle hoot although there may be some good reasoning behind the suggestion that it be named for location.
The name suggestion that really wows 'em is "North View" . . . not bad, but there are no windows.
At any rate, the building is . . . different. And that may be good.
I visited my hometown school in Kansas a couple years ago, and the more I looked over the old building, the more I realized how beaten and shabby it really was. If those walls could only tell the thousands of conversations over the years of boys and girls in school.
We had one student who was pretty savvy (and I probably shouldn't tell this) and he concocted a sampling of hydrogen sulfide and placed the container in the main air vent.
He was pretty savvy, as I said, but we had a teacher who we thought at the time was the meanest person alive and he put the student in his place.
As a matter of fact, the teacher put our whole chemistry class and the student body in place . . . outside the building.
Hydrogen sulfide is a long way from ordorless . . . it's more like aging rotten eggs.
The oarents of Job's Daughters in Grand Island this week won't forget the trip for some time, what with the flood waters surrounding the town.
The girls were house guests of Mr. and Mrs. Howard Bessey, former Nebraska Citians. I wouldn't give you a plug nickel for the freedom of a man in that two-bathroom, 30-female home.
But Harold is a real good sport; he's worked with his wife, Opal, and daughter, Wanda, several years in Job's Daughters.
There has been some humor along with the fright and the best I've heard is a collect call from Mary Obbink, to her father, Police Magistrate R.J. Obbink.
"Daddy . . . I'm in jail," Mary said.
Judge Obbink offered the phone: "Gene, you better come here and talk to your daughter."
Mary wasn't the only one in jail. The entire visiting Bethel 14 was sheltered in the City jail by authorities after a tornado warning.
Is this why mothers get gray?