The Omaha guide., 1946-07-20

OMAHA'S SAFETY DRIVE
Every evening at seven minutes
after eight another day passes in
Omaha's Safety Drive. Only a
couple of weeks more without a
traffic fatality and Omaha will
have surpassed the Worlds Re
cord. There is only one way that
can be accomplished and that is
by the drivers themselves. THEY
MUST DRIVE SAFELY AND
CAREFULLY!
We all know that someday.
someone will be careless and a life
viii be lost. 1t is up to the drivers
OF the automobiles to save as
many lives as possible. Those who
do most of their driving in our vi
cinity, can at least, keep the Sa-
fety Record on Our Street. Let
us do u part, then it will be left
up to the drivers in the other
parts of the city to do theirs.
Now Lawrence, don't you write
about me, said one of our most
popular young matrons.
Mrs. Margaret King, 1926 De
catur, and the mother of two of
the sweetest children in Omaha.
made that remark to me while
eating lunch in Meals Cafe the
other day.
Mrs. King has just returned
from a vacation that took her to
Chicago and then for a few days
in Carbondale, Illinois.
Mrs. King is Carbonate as large
as it sounds ?, 1 asked.
Mrs. King looked at me as if
she wanted to throw her lunch on
me but decided against that. 1
guess because food is so high, and
there is still thousands starving
in Europe.
Yes, she answered. But it is. a
lovely place, and Jean and I just
rested and increased our weight.
&Su should see her now; as fat
as she can be.
How did you enjoy your stay in
Chicago?, I asked.
I enjoyed every minute of it. We
found so much to do. You know
what there is in Chicago, or you
should, you lived there, she said.
Yes, I lived in Chicago, but the
salary that I made could not keep
me attending such places a the
Club DeLisa, Whites Emporium,
Grand Terrace, Rhumboogie, and
the All Club, play golf, eat ham
and eggs, steaks and chicken, and
still keep some part of the family
up to standard, 1 said. Millions of
people live in Chicago, 81 it must
be a grand place to live, but for
me, being small town, Chicago is
not the place.
We talked about the children;
Joyce, Jean, and my better-half
and my little daughter Judy. We
talked about the prices continual
ly going up and how many mer-
chants were taking advantage of
it.
Mrs. Margaret King is now at
tending the Northside Beauty
School. and hopes to became an
operator this fall. Many years
have passed since I first became
acquainted with Mrs. King and
her family. Her two daughters are
growing hovelier everyday, and
with their beauty, they have learn
ed kindness, respect and obedi-
ence.
Those years have not changed
their mother much. She was a
charming young lady then, filled
with determination. Today, still
determined Mrs. King is equally
as charming.
VERIFY I SAY UNTO YOU.
WHOSOEVER SHALL NOT RE
CEIVE THE KINGDOM OF GOD
AS A LITTLE CHILD, HE
SHALL NOT ENTER THEREIN.
st. Mark 1915.
This is a story about a child not
yet four years old. A small child
Just like thousands Of other child
rem that live amongst us. She is
a normal child; always wanting to
play with her playmates, not want
ing her face washed or her hair
combed, and often she runs into
the street after her rubber ball,
not realizing the danger, although
she has been told many times.
One day while playing this child
ran into a steel pole, cutting a
deep hole in her head. She ran to
mother, and mother took her to
the doctor, and everything SEEM
ed alright.
A few days later her head began
to swell. 1t was swelling so fast
that you could almost see it. Her
mother, of course, grew frantic,
but the child, not knowing about
fear, just complained a little
about her jaw hurting.
The family doctor was u OF
town, but her mother called an
other. At first the doctor seemed
interested, but when she gave the
address, the doctor told her l can
not come out there. He was nice
enough to recommend another
doctor. and later this doctor did
come. All this time the swelling
was getting worse, but the child
did not complain as she lay quiet
ly on the bed.
The doctor examined the child