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The bar is dead silent; then bursts into a whoop of joy. The father, shocked, begs his son to drink again. The patrons chant "Take another drink!"

The bartender still shakes his head in dismay. Swoooop! Two arms pops out. The bar goes wild, but the bartender is clearly disapproving.

The father, crying and wailing, begs his son to drink again. The patrons chant "Take another drink!" The bartender ignores the whole affair.

By now the boy is getting tipsy, and with his new hands he reaches down, grabs his drink and guzzles the last of it. Swoooop! Two legs pop out. The bar is in chaos. The father falls to his knees and tearfully thanks God.

The boy stands up on his new legs and stumbles to the left... then to the right... right through the front door, into the street, where a truck runs over him and kills him instantly. The bar falls silent. The father moans in grief.

The bartender sighs and says, "That boy should have quit while he was a head."

(From Joke of the Day)

Contact the following people for membership information:

In Lincoln call John Ulrich at 421-9252 or Bob Shaw at 435-4905. In Omaha, call Jerry Needham at 291-7122 or Marvin Marshall at 733-6868.

A man was recently observed in supermarket pushing a cart which contained, among other things, a screaming baby. As the man proceeded along the aisle, he kept repeating softly, "Keep calm, Marvin. Don't get excited Marvin. Don't yell, Marvin."

A lady watched with admiration and then said, "You are certainly to be commended for your patience in trying to quiet little Marvin."

"Lady, " he declared, "I'm Marvin!"

(From Joke of the Day)

After building two engines for the MGA last year I thought that task was completed. Oh, there was the small matter of the mosquito fogger effect as I lifted my foot from the throttle which began to manifest itself late last August, and continued to improve until I noticed a bit of a break develop in the traffic behind me at the Loess Hills run in October. Still, the car wasn't that bad, despite

Steve Witt's emerging from his Spitfire coughing and wearing his painting filter mask after following me.

I suspected that the difficulty lay with the rings, which had not seated properly. I was planning on installing an overdrive transmission this winter and while the engine was out I would pop out the pistons, replace the rings, run my hone through the cylinders and, after re-assembly all would be well. And so it appeared until Steve Esplund stopped by to see what I had.

Steve wiped out the rod bearings and noticed some flaking on the bearings. As he picked up one of the pistons, I noticed that the wrist pin was sliding out of the piston. Horrors!

Closer inspection of the #3 cylinder revealed a grove about 1/32 of an inch deep on the cylinder wall. The question was whether to sleeve the cylinder and re-bore it or to begin over with a new block.