Have you seen those large posters around the county advertising the Otoe county fair August 21-22-23?
Have you noticed the picture in the lower left corner of the poster of the barrel chested man?
Then, look again. The name under the picture is Orville Koch, president of the Otoe county fair board.
"Oh, no, that's not me," Orville sez. "That's one of the rasslers who'll be at the county fair."
You're going to have a hard time getting out of this one, Orville.
Burton Copenhaver assured me that's you in the picture and I've been all over the county putting wagers that you'll take on all comers and win. Now, don't let me down. After all, it's just a county fair for the kids.
Happy birthday, Kenny Aufenkamp.
Kenny Aufenkamp, auctioneer at Nebraska City Sale barn, is a man of many words, but his friends got to him recently when they interrupted a sale to give him a cake made of cornbread.
Happy Birthday, Kenny.
The closing of the bottling plant at the Nebraska City Coca Cola company in Nebraska City affects the firefighting equipment in town and the surrounding area.
Eugene Schreiner, manager of the Coke plant, said his company has been filling CO2 bottles for 25 or 30 years.
Firemen Ken Wiles and Jim Chaney said businesses and industries which have CO2 bottles may still take them to the fire department, but they won't be filled and returned the same day.
"We have to ship them to Omaha now," they said.
Mr. Schreiner said the CO2 converter at Nebraska City went to a plant in Omaha.
Firemen said there are not enough CO2 extinguishers in town to justify purchasing a CO2 converter.
So, look around your home or business. If you have a CO2 bottle, then you know that "refills" aren't immediate at Nebraska City any more. "We will just have to take a lot of them to Omaha to get them filled," Chaney said.
Don't confuse a CO2 bottle with a dry powder chemical bottle. Firemen can still refill your dry powder extinguishers. Here's a little hometown insurance — Nebraska City firemen don't plan to replace their CO2 bottles. They will also take them to Omaha for refilling.
Talk about coincidence.
The other night we attended one of those real estate sales dinners at the Elks. Perhaps you are familiar with the land development sales promotions.
Our sales representative was Jim Wright, Mitchell, Nebr., a longtime Nebraska resident, realtor and insurance agent.
We had a pleasant business and social visit and later got Mr. and Mrs. Wright to call on Art and Dorris Sackles. Their daughter, Cindy, married a man named Jerry Wright, and they live in the Los Angeles area.
Jim Wright of Mitchell is an uncle to Jerry Wright.
Small world.
The sidewalk bazaar.
"You gonna get some new tennies at the sale?" the King asked No. 1 son.
"Naw, these are just broken in," the husky fella answered as he displayed the ability to protrude his big toes through the top of his sneakers.
"Aw, come on now, tiger, you've been wanting some new treads and the sidewalk bazaar is THE TIME to buy. Besides, those babies are shot. Look at 'em."
He lowered his head and raised one of those big feet and with that smile said, "lookit dad, there's still tread on the bottom!"
"Ivan, just leave him alone. If he doesn't want to spend some of his savings from working m the hay fields, he doesn't have to," the queen bee interrupted.
So I just let the whole thing drop.
That night when I got home, the kitchen was a mass of paper sacks and packages. I didn't suggest anything for dad, but fortunately ended up with some shirts and ties.
"Hey, son, didya get any tennies?" I asked.
"Ivan, you aren't supposed to ask that," the woman of the house said.
"Wha hoppen?" came the worried reply from the king.
And then the story unfolded.
It seems that No. 1 son and a buddy or two went on a shopping spree for tennies, but came back empty handed. There was only one tenme of each size on the rack.
"So?" the king said, "that's the way shoes are often displayed. The mate is in a box inside the store."
"Yeah," the young man said, "I thought about that after I got home."
"Millie!"
"Now Ivan, calm down, it was a good learning experience. He knows now."
The king cooled it and in a fatherly manner and with a most pleasant attitude, asked, "did you buy anything?"
"Boy, did I!" he said. "Lookit these."
He displayed a half dozen pairs of socks. I had to admit the boy just might catch on in a few more years, although his choice of colors was a bit questionable.
"Hey, dad, lookit these. They're my favorite — green!"
"Omigosh, boy, you mean you're going to wear those gawdy green gismos?"
"Yeah, ain't (oh, that word again) they neat?"
Oh well, there is a brighter outlook. He'll be a year older for the next bazaar. Who knows? He may even get up enough courage to buy his own underwear.