the NEWSLETTER

It's a girl… and a boy and a girl and a boy…

Chance, a dog, has given birth to seven little dogs. Three boys and four girls! Hasn't she ever heard of birth control?
The puppies' names (though Jeannie will never admit it) are: Delta Dawg, Delta King, Delta Queen, Desert Shield, Desert Storm, Damn the Torpedoes and Dread Zeppelin.
None of them has a tail.

Eleanor is greatgrandmother!

That's one word. She's undoubtedly also a great grandmother.
Her grandson, Jim [redacted], and Jim's wife Lindie had a boy – Bradley Stephen [redacted] on Jan. 29. Most kids at one time or another say they want to be a fireman when they grow up. Well, Bradley probably will be one, since both his parents are.

"Portuguese Pioneers" into third printing

"Portuguese Pioneers of the Sacramento Area" by Lionel Holmes has gone into its third printing. (Just like the headline says.) This latest batch is due Feb. 21. "I'm sure by the end of the year they'll all be sold," says the confident author. "That makes a total of 1200 sold!"
Its sequel, "Left-Handed Portuguese Fisherman" is currently in production and expected to be released in time for Christmas.

"Doug's Mugs" opens

On Feb. 1, Doug opened his new store, "Doug's Mugs", in Sacramento's Arden Fair Mall. And according to Doug everything is going "great."
He's currently working on a way to put the Holmes family history on a set of mugs. We'll let you know how it turns out.

Former editor found!
(unfortunately)

[We found him last week in a dumpster eating cat food. We convinced him to come back to work for us (put a gun to his head). But he won't be editor anymore. He is now our Middle East correspondent. From the Saudi-Iraqi border he filed this report via cellular phone.]

"Scud missiles! Scud missiles!" That's all I ever hear! But have I ever seen a scud missile?! No! Where are they? I want to see one!
Wait. What's that over there? Is that a mobile scud launcher, with a bunch of Iraqis running around? Sure looks like it. Maybe if I wave at them they'll let me interview them. Everybody wants to be interviewed by a major newspaper.
They're waving back. They're waving me over to them. Wow! This could be my lucky day!
I'm about a hundred yards away now. The missile launcher seems to be lowering. It used to be pointed almost straight up, but now it's almost level with the ground and pointing in my direction.
The Iraqis are still waving at me and smiling. Gee, they're friendly.
What's that guy doing behind the launcher? He seems to be operating some sort of control panel. What's that big red button he has his hand over? Now he's pushing the button down . . .

[And that's when we lost contact.]

More on Steve's mouth
(yeah, we have all the news)

Dental surgeons have done what no one else has been able to do all these years. They have devised a way to shut Steve's mouth! Yes, it's true. How did they do it? They used rubber bands, of course. It's so simple, and yet, so brilliant! Next time you see Steve ask him to show you his teeth. He's only charging 50 cents.