Didya hear the one about . . .
. . . the teacher being interviewed by Supt. Jim Withee?
"How long do you expect to teach school," Mr. Withee asked the young teacher as he looked over her application.
She replied with a shy smile: "From here to maternity."
50 years in town
Mr. and Mrs. Troy Cushing remember June 27, 1927. They moved to Nebraska City on that date, just 50 years ago from Lincoln, Arkansas.
Mr. Cushing worked for Porter Orchards and Otoe Food Products company before opening Kearney Hill Market. They closed out their store after 28 years in the market business.
"Now . . . we're retired," Mrs. Cushing said.
Today's mail
We've been spending some time looking through mail that doesn't often get much attention. Most people call it "junk" mail, we like to piddle in junk.
There's one here about a fellow who has joined a Texas corporation as sales manager. We dunno anything about his company. Mebbe it's one of Mrs. Florence Barta's "kids."
The next one was on blue (yuk) paper and was labeled a Press Release.
Its title: "A comprehensive study of the ethical, legal, and social implications of advances in biomedical and behavioral research and technology."
That's the heading. The story took a little more time to digest.
This one is for Clyde Hatten: "Come, relax and unwind with us at our hot springs beautiful, elegant resort spa."
We just turned on the air conditioner in this room, so for now we'll put that letter in file No. 13.
The federal government offers a news item that tells about the wonder of buying government surplus. "The fact remains you might find just what you're looking for at less than you'd planned to pay elsewhere."
I didn't realize the government was competing in the "junk" business. Gee whiz . . . see, that's how much more you learn by reading ALL the mail.
Here's one that always catches my attention — "vast supplies of natural gas remain to be found."
Wished they'd hurry up before winter arrives.
National Geographic says that motorhomes are nothing new and sends a news release about a "recreational vehicle" of the 1920s called the bungalow car. It was fitted with electric lights, indoor plumbing, a combination bed and sitting room and that even the driver's seat could be converted into an upper berth.
The whole thing started with mass production of the Model T.
Did I ever tell you about the time we took our family on an overnight camping trip?
We borrowed Bus Wymore's flip-out tent camper and went to Burchard lake. We had a great time . . . s' funny though . . . the kids never asked to go on another camping trip.
Nowadays it seems the family is too busy. It's even difficult to get everyone at the dinner table at the same time.
No. 1 son works the night shift at J&P Truck Stop and spends most of the day in his room and the youngest of the clan, No. 3 daughter, leaves shortly after 6 in the morning to detassel on the Iowa bottoms.
I'm getting anxious for school. That's when I am called upon those special early morning decisions . . . like "what's the weather like today? . . . what'll I wear to school today? . . . (don't they ever wear dresses any more?) . . . I've got football practice after school; won't be home until 6:30. Where are my tube socks? Mom aid you wash my jock?"
Oh, well, at least the rat race is centered on home living.