Start for Free Read an issue on in Newton, Kansas and find what was happening, who was there, and other important and exciting news from the times. Ken Knepper is publisher of The Newton Kansan. Newton Newton Kansan 1974 March 29 of Issue of Newton Kansan in Newton, Kansas See the full image with a free trial. If my estimates are correct, I soon could be living an easy life with proceeds from their sales.įirst, I need to convince my son they’re more valuable inside someone’s display, rather than being involved in imagined struggles for survival in his room. Joe soldiers with all sorts of clothing and equipment options a Johnny West cowboy character with horse and accessories and a little wooden animal on wheels I still can’t identify but used to pull around the yard for countless hours as a toddler. I turned around and watched as several more cars, tractors and trucks brought premium dollars, and all the priceless toys from my youth I’ve already passed on to my son. Since I was the only bidder, I won the items for a cool $30 and handed them to my son. Several toys later, as prices continued to reach levels I couldn’t match, they finally sold two World War I soldiers cast in pot metal. I was about to raise my hand again, but thought better about it when my wife reminded me about my self-imposed limit of $30.įor a moment, I considered asking for an amendment to the statement, but decided against it and let the toy go to someone else’s collection. Meanwhile, my son was grabbing my shirt from behind, asking if we won the item.Īs I turned around to get back into the action, I found that somehow the bids had reached $70 - more than my dad paid for his first real automobile. “Blah, de-blah, de-blah $30” he followed.Īgain, I raised my hand, but this time I noticed my wife was looking at me with one of those “Are you serious?”-type looks I get when I’ve done something considered inappropriate - like the times when I try to get her attention with an exaggerated wave from three isles away in a grocery store. I raised my hand, truly impressed by how easy it was to be recognized for a bid. “Blah, de-blah, de-blah, $20” the auctioneer yelled. ![]() … Or, perhaps she was going to provide me a limit on the amount I bid.Įither way, I stood stoically next to her, waiting for the right moment to raise my hand. Following a quick calculation, I surmised I might have enough value in metal Tootsie Toy cars to pay for his entire college education with enough remaining to buy me an adult-sized Tootsie Toy - also known as a Corvette.įor a moment, I relished in the idea I was rich beyond compare.Īs the auctioneer held up the first toy automobile, I noticed my wife moved to a strategic spot at my side - apparently to garner a little of the luck I knew I’d have during the bidding process.
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