The other morning I picked up the telephone and dialed 873-3895.
"Good Morning," was the answer. I said, "Hello, Woody, say if your cow ain't gone dry, stop by the house with a half gallon of milk."
"Sure thing," the happy fellow returned. "I'm at Thirteenth Street and Third Avenue and will be up your way soon."
And that was Woody Kreifels, the Alamito milk man who has one of Ed Ernst's telephones in his truck. Pretty handy item, Woody says. The number is not in the new telephone books, but Woody says he is advertising the service to spread the word.
The second printing of the Nebraska City Centennial book of 1954 will be off the presses March 20.
The Chamber's public relations committee is spearheading the sale of the books as part of the Nebraska Centennial programs.
The Jaycee Jaynes will assist with the sales and advance orders are being accepted through the Chamber office. The books sell for $1 each.
Four pages of pictures have been inserted in the book which is a document cherished by most. The original book was compiled by the Women's Division of the Chamber. They did a dandy job.
Did you hear the one about the expectant mother and her busy morning?
It seems the woman had an appointment with a doctor for an examination and amid the rush of getting up late and getting the kids off to school, the only container she could find for a specimen was a whiskey bottle which she placed in the front seat of the car.
She went to a grocery store and when she returned to her car she was found by another shopper, slumping over the steering wheel.
The alarmed shopper rushed to the car to offer help, but instead of an emergency, she found the expectant mother slumped, yes, but laughing heartily.
The mother related her hectic morning of the whiskey bottle, tranporting the kids to school and the grocery list.
But what really flipped her was the whiskey bottle.
"It's gone. Somebody stole it." And she laughed again.
That ought to be enough to make anyone change brands.
Stolen from the back shop:
This little youngster came into the world with a smile on his face.
The doctor gave him a gentle pat but instead of the usual cry, the infant began laughing.
The nurse took over and the best she could do was get a giggle from the little fella. Finally, they noticed his tiny clenched fist.
He was grasping a birth control pill.