Sunday, February 18, 1979 ยท Page 3

There's somebody special out there

More manpower?

More manpower

The giant industrialist asked his small son what he'd like for his birthday.

"A baby brother," the little shaver said.

The father smiled and said, "but that's only a few weeks away. You don't give me much time."

The little guy returned.

"Can't you put more men on the job?"

Someone special

There's somebody special out there on the interstate.

He's a graduate of Nebraska City high school and a former News-Press carrier boy and now works at a service station at the Milford exchange.

Others can attest to this young good samaritan.

He is Darrell Rulla, son of Mrs. Helen Rulla and Harvey Rulla of Nebraska City.

A few years ago we heard about Darrell's goodwill from Roy Tucker a state officer of the Lions club. Roy had car trouble and thanks to Darrell received special attention.

The goodwill happened again and this time to a former resident, Mrs. Bob (Carolyn Conkling) Balfour of Sidney, Nebr.

Mrs. Balfour was driving from her home to Nebraska City on an emergency trip. Her mother, Mrs. Elmer Conkling, was hospitalized at St. Mary's in the intensive care unit.

Her car developed trouble along the way and she was unable to get the necessary repairs. She was directed to the Milford exchange. Someone else knew about Darrell Rulla.

He was unable to get her car on the road immediately and when he explained the trouble, she told her story of the necessity of getting to Nebraska City.

When Darrell found out that Mrs. Balfour was the daughter of a former Greggsport school teacher, he loaned her his pickup truck to make the trip to Nebraska City.

Later, he made the repairs to her car and drove it to Nebraska City.

Smile

I think this one came from Optimist Bruce Eppenbaugh who was talking to a woman who had just given birth to triplets.

"Yes, isn't it wonderful," the new mother said. "And just think. It happens only once in 15,000 times."

"Good grief!" Bruce exclaimed. "When did you have time to do anything else?"

And speaking of smiles.

The Optimist club had its annual Valentine party the other night. It has been held at the late Harry Vondrak home and in recent years at the John Eilers home. This year it just got too big and was moved to Midwest Federal S&L Community room.

Thank heavens.

Bill Peterson (that's the grade school principal, folks) staged a show and tell skit and directed the first appearance of the Optimist men's chorus (there ain't no women in the Optimist club).

The voices were Garry Ailes, the Rev. John Green, Jim Brockhaus, Dr. Jim Stuart, Ivan Boerner, Paul Rowe, Dennis Kennell, Gary Friesner, Jim Wood, Ed Thomas, Bill Saunders and Marv Penning and I hope I didn't miss anyone.

There was also a Dolly Parton skit with emphasis on the upper structure. Mrs. Ivan Boerner who was taking pictures for the Opti-Mrs Club laughed so hard at the skit she forgot to snap all the pictures she wanted.

The evening ended with crazy bridge which was sort of m-keeping with what had been presented earlier in the evening.

State educator

Congratulations to Duane Choutka on being selected as an outstanding young educator by the Nebraska Jaycees.

Duane is a popular football coach. No one has a voice any stronger. He also has a soft voice and warm heart when he works with young, teaching them first aid and CPR.

Duane will be leaving the Nebraska City schools at the end of the term and leaving a teaching career. He will return to his home to farm.

Catfish Neal

This was overheard at Allen Paap's sport shop in South Eleventh Street.

The expert fisherman, Neal Martin, was recalling some exciting adventures. "My muscles were knotted, but after three hours of fighting this monster of the deep, I was determined to win. I landed the precious fish."

"You forget," Allen chuckled. "I was with you and that fish wasn't more than six inches long."

"Awright," Neal conceded, "but in three hours of fighting a hook a fish can lose a lot of weight."

Hello, from Miss Pete.

Miss Pete (Amelia Peterson) writes from her home in Lincoln that she remembered well last week's comment about the aroma of baking from Rose Gilson's kitchen seeping into her music classes at NCHS.

"The choir members weren't the only ones with hunger pangs," she said. "The director suffered along with them."