[illegible] Mrs. Jack Haupt, Union, told Farm Bureau members [illegible] night about their trip to Washington, D.C. along with [illegible] who were winners in the Farm Bureau [illegible] campaign.
[illegible] kept their audience entertained.
[illegible] said there were two busloads of Nebraskans [illegible] the trip and the people were on the run most of the time. [illegible] the wisdom of one couple who took along their six [illegible] infant.
[illegible] was settled when it came to mealtime.
[illegible] not sure about the authenticity of this story, but we [illegible] that as Jack was walking along one of the main [illegible] his usual large western hat, a man bumped into [illegible].
[illegible] farmer put his hands over his pockets — [illegible] was missing.
[illegible] like he was calling his hugs on his Union farm, [illegible] big hat down over his ears and raced down the [illegible].
[illegible] the man who had bumped into him, held the man [illegible] and said "give it back!" The man did.
[illegible] the story "ain't true."
[illegible] know which part of the story Jack denies — the part [illegible] got the billfold from the man he collared . . . or the part [illegible] later found his billfold on the dresser in his motel room.
[illegible] there, Lil' Secret.
[illegible], 15, daughter of Mr. and Mrs. Dick Miyoshi, was [illegible] Job's Daughter at the Master Masons night . . . or [illegible] secret Master Mason? Never mind . . .
[illegible] me all kinds of little knick-knacks. There weren't [illegible] to be any gifts, but no one said anything about plastic [illegible] book matches and a rubber duckey.
[illegible] Master Masons learned the identity of the girls during [illegible] at the meeting. It was a pleasant evening and we loaded [illegible] punch and lots of pastries afterwards.
[illegible] ceremony is a secret . . . unless you are a Master [illegible] but they can't make me keep one secret — the songs the [illegible].
[illegible] with a few notes, but was stopped short when Mrs. [illegible], one our cold typesetters, suggested that I add the [illegible] something that sounded so pretty instead of . . . "Da . . . [illegible] . . . dee . . . dah."
[illegible] You better watch it; kiddo . . . I may bring my [illegible] work.
[illegible] Red.
[illegible] Devaney had been selling season tickets to the Husker [illegible] games the other night, he could have just about filled a [illegible] with Legionnaires from Post No. 8.
[illegible] surprise appearance at the Legion meeting was [illegible] to everyone. And he made the most of the public relations effort and met and shook the hands of most of the men and the NCHS basketball boys at the dinner.
In the few minutes he was at the meeting, he spent some time talking with the boys, addressing Legionnaires and accepting an invitation to play in the Legion golf tournament this summer.
As he was leaving the dining room, Bill Poggemeyer got up from his dinner, extended his hand and introduced himself. Devaney came back.
"You're Ron's dad. He was one of our finest athletes and I'm not saying that just because I'm talking to his dad."
Ron Poggemeyer played on Devaney's teams during his years at Nebraska and also made several bowl trips.
Don't become stale.
Dr. David D. Stonecypher, Jr., suggests that a long and healthful life and work go together. Don't get stale or stagnant . . . be active, keep your mind alert, he says in his book, "Growing Older And Staying Young."
William Joseph, Otoe County Veterans Service officer, retired a few years ago at age 56 after 30 years of government service.
It was just great, he said. Nothing to do, nothing to do, nothing to do.
And then be became bored. After about a month he told his wife he was thinking of looking for a job.
"Please do," she said.
Bill recalled that somewhere he had read that a woman will wed a man for better or worse . . . but not for lunch.
His Missus was patient, but after 30 years of no noon-hour company, she was just as anxious for him to go someplace — anyplace — for eight hours a day.
Bill said a man needs a routine, otherwise he wakes up each morning and has no reason to get up and no responsibility.
He suggests a man be active — "Look at George Golden, Jr. . . . he'll be working every day for a long time at his place."
George retired from the post office and the couple has an acreage on Goose Hill road.
They tell me this came from a journalism class at Peru State:
"Who's the wise guy?" the teacher asked.
(No volunteers).
"Class, the assignment was to write the origin of the saying "Hooray for our side'."
We checked. Everett got the same answer on all papers. The first remark made as Lady Godiva rode sidesaddle through the streets of Coventry, England.
The unsigned letter.
Someone with a similar feeling about women and clothing has sent me an unsigned note. "Love is — admiring her long dress although you prefer to see her legs."
Actually friend, the long dresses often compliment the well-groomed gal. But the pants — no way, baby.
I must get this across to you — I rule the roost at my house — the Queen Bee got three pantsuits for Christmas.
I said, I rule the roost, not the kids.