Know what a "XP 887" is? How about the Hornet?
Or, the Phoenix?
They're new cars!
The XP 887 is the super secret car to come out next year by Dutch Haley and Ben Kohout from General Motors.
The little gem is reportedly just that. Aside from what is called the "radical" body style, the little car (built to compete with the small foreign cars) will feature an aluminum four-cylinder engine.
American Motors will puts its small car called "Hornet" on the lots this fall and Ford which introduced the Maverick last month, will come out with the Phoenix, which is said to be smaller than the V.W.
Arbor Day has always been Nebraska City's own celebration and judging by the number of events this weekend, no other town could handle it.
For example, on Saturday there were eight special things going on . . . not counting the school prom . . .
And Sunday is a pip, beginning with a fly-in at 7 a.m.
The actual tree dedicating will be completed about 4 p.m., but that still leaves a saddle club horse show and the opening events of the state convention of the Woodmen of the World Sunday night.
Jack Paar's walkout of the Tonight Show several years ago was nothing but a big show and since I never cared much for his shows, it was little loss to me.
A later attempt at TV interviews by Paar flopped and he seemed to be by the wayside.
And then he filmed the Paars on a trip to East Africa.
I take back what I said.
It was a different and entertaining way of looking at Africa.
Come back, Jack . . . with more of the same . . . Try the public bathhouses in the orient.
Most of the time I like "This is Tom Jones," but the male (or whatever it was) guitar player with the gold teeth, long hair, moustache and fingernail polish, the viewers can do without.
Magazine salesmen knocked on doors in Nebraska City last week giving sales pitches (some people said the salesmen were rude) on materials at what they considered special bargains.
You can buy the same reading material on the newstands in Nebraska City and know you're dealing with people at home.
But the mail order business is something else.
The other day a letter with fancy markings was delivered to our house.
(The mail order house apparently didn't know how vulverable I am and as such, I read the thing from cover to cover).
This long winded brochure-letter told me that I was a specially selected person and for only $6.95 a month for 125 years or so I COULD HAVE a portable radio-tape recorder.
It was too tempting . . . and went into file 13.
At least you can close the door on the magazine salesman.