Legionnaires and VFW members reportedly talked of blocking traffic on U.S. 75 and No. 2 with barricades Veterans Day, but the act didn't materialize.
The only apparent reason was, "we couldh't get enough men."
"Ya can't stop highway traffic," one fella exclaimed.
"Whaddya do," one Legionnaire asked, "when the law comes?"
"Well, you nut, just tell him it's Veterans Day," was the answer.
Strange conversation.
Nebraska City telephone opertors say "yes, sir," when asked to ring a number. New York City operators say, "surely." Why?
Dave McDaniels sez popular jewel on the market nowadays is the hematite stone. Most popular birthstone is . . . (gues) Zircon for December.
Mrs. Marvin Rumery observed what she thought was an explosion in the west recently but didn't read a story about it. Sorry, Mrs. Rumery. We had no reports.
Over at the hangout, the book business went out of style when "Pete" Peterson and Garry Ailes agreed their wager was even when the final score Saturday was Huskers 14, Oakies (and I say that mildy) 0. The upshoot of the shebang was that Pete was the gracious beneficiary of a $10 pool because he held the right number which he forgot about during the game and was cheering for an additional score.
Up on the North 40.
Rightly so, I told the folks to hurry up on the hill before the first snow and they did as suggested. Of course, it doesn't snow any more up on the North 40 than it does on Central . . . it just comes a little sooner . . . sort of an American Fjuiama forecaster upper. But then, you needn't fret about snowblocked roads 'cause John, the man with the good looking daughters, Freeman, has put up snow fence.
Y-i-i-p-p! Right smack dab on the north side of our home.
Captain Stan Sipple says small arms are called "rifles." Fred, the Allied Chemical man, Haase and I disagree. We sea jockeys were told they are "pieces." Who disagrees?
I've often wondered what would happen to the turkey business if "see-it-go" and "forget-the-cal . . . lories" would be the main serving on Thanksgiving. It'll never happen at the Beaumont house . . . our family is fond of roast turkey or duck with dressing, sauerkraut and all . . . excuse me, I better go get a sandwich.