THE FRONTIER, O’Neill, Nebraska, Thursday. June 8, 1961 Prairieland Talk "Bread and Butter" By ROMAINE SAUNDERS, 4110 South 51st St., Lincoln 6, Nebr. He operates a small business enterprise for an educational institution anchored in our Capital City. Says he does it to earn his "bread and butter." The pioneer was glad to have the bread and no butter. A prairie bred gent now a Capital City citizen mows lawns from morning until eve ning to get his daily slice of bread and butter. I saw him to day, just sitting and waiting for his "boss” to come his way. He washes and polishes win diAvs day by day to earn his pay. Builders, clerks, day la in irers, business men and wo men in office, store and out in the open hands at work to get ra e the stuff that brings to hand Saunders and mouth the slice of bread and butter. And where now is that hot corn bread we once had on open prairieland. Pass the bread and butter. * * * An 8-year-old Lincoln l>oy layed away today in the abode of the dead. Another traffic death. Authorities "investigating.” Probably to no avail. * * * Vernon Rockey and wife, friends living in Lin coln. took off a recent weekend for Ewing to visit a brother of Mr. Rockey and other relatives. His brother at one time managed the Golden ranch in the Ewing community but now lives in Florida. Just up to Ewing from that southern state to see friends and relatives for a time. Mr. Rockey of Lincoln is a printer, gets away from his linotype at the city’s big daily newspaper print shop for a visit to Holt county. * * * He had traveled the highway of life 73 years. Today the day this is written—funeral services were held and another lifeless form layed to rest in the abode of the dead. And he had done well to prolong his family name; nine sons and daughters, 31 grandchildren and ten great grandchildren. A tribal group of no worldy honor but all good citizens and dad-granddad a faithful church goer and church worker. Goodbye, Friend Schaffer. * * * The many great marts of trade these days where you brouse around for an hour or so and pick up a thing you fancy you need at a counter or two, dig down and hand out some of that stuff in your purse. Go to another mercantile center—do it again and “dig” again. Then to another and maybe another. And maybe your old dad or mam sit it out in the car waiting to head homeward. Give us again the old time country store like Tom Salem had down there at Amelia. After about a month on the stormy Atlantic ocean our ancestors anchored their ship the May flower on the “wild New England shore.” A day in late May this year they did it—flight from New York to Paris in three hours and twenty minutes. We got over the open prairie in the long ago at the high speed of ten miles an hour liehind a span of prairie [ionics. At the steering wheel today ten miles in ten minutes. And maybe run over and killed a mother with baby in her arms on the way. * * * Another Memorial Day and we have been to abode of the dead to leave a flower there in memory of loved ones. And some day we too will be under the sod beside them. » » * That one time barefoot girl on the prairies of Holt county likes her job and is giving it her best efforts. Senator Fern Hubbard Orme announces that she will seek renomination in '62 to serve a third term as state senator from the 20th senatorial district, here in the Capital City. Go to it, Fern, we’ll see that you are elected. * • * They say a man works from sun to sun and a womans work is never done. Well, why don’t she get at it and do it. * * « Jim McTaggert, wife and three kids, on a home stead a few miles to the northeast of O’Neill. The day came at last of which they had long been dreaming. That quarter section of land was now theirs, a loan of a few hundred dollars. Sell the cows and chickens, load the beds and liedding and a chair or two into the wagon, all climb in and head forever away from the prairies of Holt county, "going back to Iowa.” Many homesteaders did it, but the prairies of Holt county are still with us rolled in velvet green, the land of prosperous and happy citizens and browsing herds that go to make Nebraska the great beef state. * * * Calm and quiet now down in Cuba. They got the word down there that our Eleanor Roosevelt was coming to straighten things out on their troubled island. * * » We lay upon the lied, pillow under our head; another day is done, another night has come, close our (’yes in slumber and snore the night through until dawn of day. ♦ * * Wife has cats in the house purring and scratch ing around. Husband does not like that. So another troubled man of the house goes to court seeking annulment of his marriage vows. Editorial Until A Sale Is Made An advertisement of the Oregon Newspaper Publishers Association carries this heading: “Nothing Happens Until A Sale Is Made.” The text adds. “But when sales are made, tilings happen. America lives, breathes, creates. There is ac complishment, pride. There is progress. “Where are most sales made? In ads, of course. Ads that tell you what you want to know, about what you want to buy. Ads that guide you in ful filling needs and wants. Ads that stimulate com petition, help keep prices down. Ads that keep America rolling ahead.” These statements come close to being truisms. And they underline two facts of importance to everyone. In our kind of economy, advertising is a basic essential. Through their ads producers and sellers of a thousand and one kinds of goods and serv ices compete for public favor—and, if they are to be successful, they must back up their state ments by trying to give the best possible quality for the price. All the productive facilities on earth would be useless if there were no comparable mechanism for moving the products into the hands of the people who want and use them. Mass distribution, pioneered long ago by the chains and subsequently adopted by other kinds of retailers. Yes- nothing happens until a sale is made. MOVILLE, IOWA, RECORD: “The real busi ness of a government of free people is not to strive to guarantee economic security for that people. Any government that undertakes to provide guaranteed economic security must take away freedom in ex change for the fancied security.” RIVERTON, WYO., RANGER: “Will Congress let the latest 'temporary’ gasoline tax come off the four cents levied by the federal government? The money will help build the interstate highway system. But a matter of prinicipal is involved. “This principal is an almost fatalistic belief that a tax, once levied, is never removed. "The people would like to see, just once, a temporary tax removed when it expires, rather than stay on the books forever.” GREAT FALLS. MONT., LEADER: “The Rus sians talk a pretty big case in almost any field. But when it comes to serving the consumer, this is only the thinnest pretense. In the Communist world he’s truly the forgotten man. “With 30 million more mouths to feed than we have, the Soviet Union turns out around 4.3 billion containers of canned f