Know the first place Batman goes in the morning?
The Batroom.
And then there was the rabbit who went to the dentist to have a tooth pulled.
“Gas?” Doc Phillips asked.
“Nope, I'm an Ether Bunny.”
Ben Gobie, the Lincoln insurance executive who spoke at the juvenile symposium at Senior High, commended the PTA council for the type of program.
And rightly so . . . but there were many empty seats in the new spacious auditorium.
A lot of what he had to say boiled down to one brutal fact — Children who attend church and church schools generally aren't the ones who get into trouble. An interesting point in his talk was that the middle and upper class of the younger set across the nation are giving lawmen the trouble.
He made several points, some that perhaps didn't seem quite right, but he concluded that he wasn't trying to win a popularity contest.
Now that the new license plates are pretty well circulated, we all anxiously await the Lions club auto license directory — to see who in the heck that was in that car.
Up to January 1, it was pretty easy to wave "hi" to another home motorist because if you didn't recognize his car, the license number was helpful.
Not so anymore. Now there are six or seven sets of numbers.
Same thing applies to the telephone numbers . . . Used to be able to call several places without looking up the numbers in the telephone book.
Whats the number at the fire station? Police? Sheriff? Family doctor?
Mort Porter's Arbor Day program sounds like a jim dandy of an idea.
The tree program could never be more appropriate than for the home of Arbor Day to start the replanting of trees lost to Dutch Elm disease.