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BUY
WAR STAMPS

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THE U-HI L!

“For when the One Great Scorer comes to write against your name, He writes not that you won or Iost, But how

LEXINGTON, KENTUCKY, THURSDAY, SEPTEMBSER7723,719473

 

Upper left—Sleeping Beauty; upper right—Intramural Club Dance; center—

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Dr. Adams and Frankie; lower left—After School; lower right —Cafeteria.

 

DAPPER DANS AND DEFT DAMSELS
DILILYLIEEJY WITH DRESSINGS

———-0 Dead-beats Debilitate Decorously

Intramural Party

A Scavenger Hunt highlighted
the Intramural party for new stu-
dents last Thursday night. After
the hunt, dancing and refresh-
ments were enjoyed.

One of our best jitterbugs seems
to be Dr. Adams. He really did the
“shuffle” in style that night with
Frankie Horlacher as his partner.
Mr. Ginger, also, out quite a rug.

 

THIS-N-THAT

By Carolyn McMeekin

 

In the absence of Helen Diess,
who’s in Michigan just now and
who will have this column regular-
ly, the job of writing 'I'his-n-That
has fallen to yours truly. HOWever,
this arrangement is not permanent,
so in the future, you may read the
column without hesitation.

Congratulations to: All U-Hians
who turned out in such numbers
for Red Cross last Wednesday night.
A very special salute goes to you
boys—you really did our school up
proud.

Welcome to: new faculty mem-
bers, Dr. Adams, Miss Perez, Miss
Elliott, Miss Galloway, and Mr.
Ginger. We owe Mrs. Ritchie a
real debt of thanks for the grand
food in the cafeteria, and we‘re so
glad to have her with us. And
we‘re mighty happy to have Mr.
Briggs back at U-Hi again.

Thanks to: The Intramural Club
and Lola, Mary Jane, Gene, Eva,
Ridgely, and Tommy for the sWell
time had by all on Thursday night.
Let’s have more, soon.

Have you noticed the new paint
jobs on the cafeteria walls, all the
doors and window frames, and the
pillars out front? They look grand,
don’t they? Let’s see how long we
can keep them looking that way.

Incidentally, any time you want
to hear some really great dramatic
writings, look in on the dramatics
class. There are some truly mag-
nificent works created in there!

Just about the busiest place in
‘ Lexington on the night of Wednes-
day, September 15, was the Red
Cross room at the “Y.” What—you
haven’t heard about it? Tsk! Tsk!
Let me tell you.

At seven o’clock that night, after
vigorous recruiting all week, the
same hopeful little group of four
or five girls was there. Soon, how-
ever, forty people had wandered
in, some 15 or 16 of them boys.
Boys!?! Boys at work in our Red
Cross room? And a whole table
full, at that, most of them U—Hians.

By 8:30 the room was packed,
really beyond capacity, but they

 

kept coming. Boys by the dozens
appeared outside the door — and:
they wanted to work, not watch!
But alas—only two men’s gowns
left! (The boys wear surgeons’
gowns and caps.) What to do?

In the room fitted to hold sixty
people, ninety were working. All
available tables had been moved
in and set in the middle of the‘
aisle, which, incidentally, made
walking somewhat difiicult. The?
four supervisors were racing aroundl
like mad, teaching new people, 001-;
lecting dressings, carrying ma-
terials, and screaming orders at the.
willing, but bewildered, novices,
pressed (forced) into service as as?
sistants.

And in the midst of this, we had‘
to find uniforms for the half of?
Henry Clay’s male population that
was milling around the door, de-

rorsli

Someone has had an idea! Why
couldn’t the boys use Women's uni-
forms worn backwards, a la deny
tists’ smocks‘? Why not indeedll
There ensued a mad raid on the}
ladies’ dressing room, and an even1
madder attempt to outfit brawny
football players into uniformSI
which were certainly never made
for any such purpose!

Far into the night U-I-Ii boys
checked, remade, tied, sacked, la.-
beled, counted—in short, did every-

(Continued on Page Two)

 

HARTFORD HEADS
NAVY SCHOOL

Betz in Blitz

Cleek Seeks to Discover
If Dope-Fiends Ever Recover

The former director of Univer-
sity School, now Lieutenant Ellis
Hartford of the Navy, is in charge
of the Navy Training Program at
Drew University, Madison, N. J.

Lieutenant D. C. Kemper, who,
before receiving his commission in
the Army, taught in the science
department here, is stationed at
Edgewood Arsenal, in Maryland, and
works in the Technical Command
Building there. Lieut. Kemper,
former U Hi golf coach, manages
to find time for a game of golf
once a week. Since he has been
stationed at Edgewood Arsenal, sev-

‘eral graduates of University High
‘have

completed 008. there,
among them Dick Arnspiger and
David Trapp.

Miss Genevieve Roemer, former

Thome ec teacher. is now Mrs. John

W. Travis, and resides in Washing—
ton, D. C.

Miss Laura Topham, French and
Spanish teacher, is with the Bu-
reau of Censorship, in Miami, Fla.

Miss Dorothy Cleek, psychologist
at University High for several years,
is now on the staff of the Narcotic

‘Hospital in Lexington.

First Lieutenant Leslie Betz, who

spends most of his time in the nose

of a P-38 taking pitures of Hitler’s
darlings, is stationed in England.

 

 

 

BUNKIE WILKIE
IS PRESIDENT
OF SENIOR CLASS

McMeekin To Head Juniors

Bunkie Wilkie was unanimously
elected president of the senior class
Thursday, September 6. Morris
Beebe is vice president; Glenna
Ritchie, secretary; and George Wil-
mott, treasurer, The Senior social
committee representatives are
Ridgely Park and Greenberry
Marshall.

Charles McMeekin was unani-
mously elected Junior Class presi-
dent.
this class are Betty Jo Harris and
Wallace Horine.

The Sophomore president is Hugh
Hammet, vice president; vice pres—
ident, Charlotte Garr; and secre-
tary, Jimmy Barker. Delia Marks
and Jimmy Glenn are social rep-
resentatives.

Hal Steele is president of the
Freshman Class. As yet, this class
has elected no other officers.

Both the seventh and eighth
grades have decided to dispense
with the office of vice president.
Therefore the eighth grade has only
two officers, Buddy Wilkie as presi-
dent, and Bruce Collins, secretary-
treasurer.

The seventh grade has elected
Eleanor Massey, class president;
Bobby Van Meter, treasurer, and
Mary McDowell Van Meter, secre-
tary.

Hi-Y Harped Here;
Ginger Is Sponsor

The U-Hi-Y club met in the au-
ditorium Sept. 14 to make plans for
the coming year.

President Henry Foushee asked
the members if they wanted only
business meetings or dinner meet-

 

ings. Mr. Weeks, secretary of the
Y.M.C.A., told the club that the
Y.W.C.A. could serve the club

meals, but he added that he was
unacquainted with YW prices.
Henry will be aided in the com-
ing year in Hi—Y work by Jimmy
Glenn, vice president; Gene Mar—
lowe. secretary, and Wallace Ho-
rine, treasurer. The sponsor
this year will be Mr. Ginger.
The Hi-Y has many plans for the
club this coming year. At an inter—
council meeting early this month.
our Hi-Y club took as its main pro—
ject the betterment of the Man-
chester Street Library. Together
the clubs plan to give a dance at

Christmas to help start a fund for.

a new building to be built after the
war.

BUY
WAR BONDS
I

you played the game.”

Social representatives from~

for ,

 

 

Number 1

:DR. JESSE E. ADAMSBECOMES
DIRECTOR OF UNIVERSITY HIGH

(linger. Science Teacher.
Also Joins Faculty

By Jimmy Steiner
Dr. Jesse B. Adams. head of the
Department of Philosophy of Edu-
cation at the University. has as-
sumed the acting directorship of
the University School in the ab-
1sence of Dr. E. F. Hartford. Dr.

Adams has been associated with
the University since 1925 and for
the last ten years has been director
of the University Summer School.

 

 

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Dr. Jesse E. Adams

 

Mr. Lyman Ginger, who replaces
Mr. Kemper, comes to us frOm the
Owingsville High School, of which
he has been principal for the last
three years. Aside from his teach—
ing, he has taken over the re-
sponsibilities of coach and sponsor
of the Hi—Y Club.

Mr. Wallace Briggs returns to us
this year from the U. S. Army to
teach Dramatics and Speech.

Miss Louise Galloway, a gradu-
ate of the University School, re-
places Mrs. Wood as librarian. Her
previous teaching has been at Sim-
on Kenton School at Independence.
She is also co-sponsor of the Girl
Reserves.

Miss Jean Elliott replaces Miss
Genevieve Roemer, who was mar-
ried during the summer. Miss El-
liott is a graduate of the University
of Kentucky and has taught three
years at Frankfort. Aside from
teaching Home Ec, she is co-spon-
sor of the Girl Reserves.

Also added to the faculty are
Professor Schick, Professor of R0-
mance Languages at the Univer-
‘sity, and Miss Carmen Perez, a na-
itive of Puerto Rico, who will teach
Spanish.

 

 

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BUT BRAVE BLOND BEAUTY BlTES BAC

 

By Missie Van Meter

Adolph Bigge, U Hi graduate, ex-
amined a mangled paw, and an-
nounced his retirement from the
fish cleaning business, when a pug-
nant perch that didn’t know about
meat rationing, grabbed a digit
during Bigge’s sojourn in the La-
fayette dining room this summer.
Reliable sources reported that Bigge
returned the compliment but left
immediately afterwards for Detroim

The sleeping beauty of last year’s
Senior Class, Larry Hammet, awoke
long enough this summer to attain
a job in the mines of Western Ken—
tucky, where he received quite a
downfall. One bright sunny day,
or maybe it was cloudy, Larry was
straining every muscle trying to
push an overloaded wheelbarrow
along a narrow path, when sudden-
ly the wheelbarrow stopped, turned

Iaround and looked at Larry, then
gplunged‘ over the cliff, dragging
‘Larry along. Luckily for a certain
Larry Hammet, only his heel re-
ceived damage. Larry is now wait-
Iing induction into the Army Air
Force.

Soliy Van Meter spent a lux—
urious summer down in Charleston,
South Carolina, at the resort of all

(Continued on Page Four)

 

  

Page Two

THE U-HI LIGHTS

Thursday, September 23, 1943

 

THE U-Hl LIGHTS

Published bi-weekly during the
school year by the University
High School, Lexington, Ky.
Subscription per year ........... 75c
Ads per inch .................... 450

 

EDITORIAL STAFF

Tom Underwood . . . .Editor-in-Chief
Carolyn McMeekin .Associate Editor
Ridgely Park .......... News Editor
Morris Beebe ........ Sports Editor
Bunkie Wilkie ......... Assistant
Sports Editor

Elizabeth Ann Bicknell.Social Editor
Lola Stokes ...... Exchange Editor
Nancy Skeen, Jim Glenn,

Helen Deiss ..... Feature Editors
Floye Mullinaux, Pat

Evans ............. Proof Readers
Jimmy Steiner ....... Photographer
Miss Grace Anderson ..... Faculty

Adviser

 

BUSINESS DEPARTMENT
Harry Scott, Morris

Beebe ................. Circulation
David Morton, Tom
Underwood ........... Advertising

 

REPORTERS

Vella Wise Betty Sue Scott
Robin Griffin Ann Estill

Eli Powers Don Sturgil‘.
Jimmy Steiner William Allen
Peggy Berryman Wallace Horinc
Missie Van Meter Harry Scott
Nancy Potts Betty Jo Harris
Jack Rogers Betty Ree Rho-ads

 

 

Sought and Strayed

Male Help Wanted

Wanted — Chauffeur for

wagon. See Junie Roberts.
Pets For Sale

Ants make perfect pets; s0 obedi-
ent, and enjoyable to watch. Eat
just a few crumbs a day. Call Miss
Elliot, at Home Ec room.

Lost and Found

Lost—Rumble seat on East Main
going west. Return to Carolyn Mc-
Meekin or office.

Lost—One editorial from paper.
Return to editor, or Miss Anderson.

Lost—Stories for sports page. Re-
turn to sports editor.

Lost—Two new students. Last
seen in cafeteria. Finder please re—
turn to Senior home room.

Lost—One beer bottle; finder keep
contents, return to the editor.

Lost — Mr. Briggs, last seen in
vicinity of dramatics closet. No re—
ward.

Lost—Adolph, the Boogie, Woogie,
Bigge. Finder please return to
Nancy Skeen.

 

 

station

 

Lower The Voting Age? ‘

In' class recently a teacher expressed her opinion on the much-
discussed question: “Should eighteen—year-olds be allowed to
vote?” The stand that teacher took—a stand with which many
if they're old enough to fight, they're old

it

people agree—is that
enough to vote.”

There is a good answer to that. Fighting requires physical
duty consists largely of obeying orders. Of
ability is needed for that. but usually not

strength. A soldier’s
course. some mental
a great deal.

On the other hand, the requirements for voting are purely
There are people now who think that every citizen
should have to pass certain tests to qualify for voting. The best
argument against this is that any drastic limitation of voting is
dangerous to American democracy.

There are eighteen-year~olds who are mature enough in their
judgment and who have sufficient knowledge of national issues
to vote wisely. However, these are the exception rather than the
rule. No age that could be set would be fair to everyone, but
the wisdom of lowering the voting age seems very doubtful.

mental.

 

 

Do Not Cheat Yourself

Benjamin Franklin said it, ”Do you love life}; then do notl
waste time, for that is the stuff life is made of." This year highl

school students have more to do than ever before, for this is a

l

. . . l
war year. America 15 engaged in the building of the greatest,
armed force ever assembled in the history of the world. and man-l

power is one of our greatest shortages. This

means work for;

every boy or girl able to roll bandages for the Red Cross. sell?
“Tar Bonds, collect scrap material, or fill the place of men now‘:

in the Army, Navy, or Marines.

tion is, how can boys and girls of high school age do the most
with their twenty-four hours a day.

U. Hi students are at a great advantage in the solving of this
problem, for the facilities of U—Hi are rated among the best in‘
the country. The library, especially, offers an opportunity for
turning time to one’s advantage. Reading good books, either
for background or factual information, is one of the best methods
of preparation for duties that lie ahead in college or professional
life, and time used in reading is time well spent.

Every person is born free and equal in respect to time, free
to do what he wants with it, equal in the amount given him and
each other person. At the end of a day, a year, a high school
education, we have not been cheated of one moment of time.
All of it that has gone. we know not where. has been thrown
away by us; no one else has taken it away. If we can look back
on each day with satisfaction, knowing that we have used it to
our best. advantage, in helping others and educating ourselves,
then we can look forward to a good life, for each day is life it-
self. and as we spend each day we are spending life itself.

. . 5
Tune is valuable and the ques—

 

§ly, step lightly—a paint can may

Greetings Gates And Sophomores. T00
Embarking on School Careers Anew

   
 

l Already Tired of Learning Are You?
You Ain’t The Only One - - Brother

 

Faculty Foolishness

May I tell you that our dramatics
class is truly dramatic; it’s unique,
it‘s unsurpassed—it‘s a mess! So{
many odds and ends must be stored
there for lack of a proper place
that for the last several years, the
mice who make their home therein
have feasted deliciously.

If you ever have occasion to open
that closet door, do so at the risk
of your own neck. Fibber McGee’s
has nothing on ours. Look cautious—

easily light on your top most part,
a gilded birdcage encircle your head
like a daring 1943 chapeau. Or if
you stepped into the “wind ma-
chine" and set off the mechanism
which never runs when it’s sup-
posed to—well, the effects might
well be disastrous.

Hideous model sets “decorate”
the wall shelves, an old black mus—
tache hangs rakishly over the door
knob. There are yards of unused
cheese cloth which will eventually
help the heroine “blush like a rose”
or will “redden the drunkard‘s
nose.”

Queer things have been known to
happen in that closet. Take for in- ‘
stance the case of John (Doe??)
who disappeared in the closet one
day as a brunette and reappeared

 

Bond Sales Resumed

The seventh grade is continuing
the stamp sales begun last year.
Stamps are being sold in the hall
between the library and the cafe—
teria from 11:30 until 1 o’clock.

Bonds are being sold throughout
the Third War Loan drive in the
center hall.

Do your part in the war effort.
Buy a bond today.

DAPPER DANS

(Continued from Page One)
thing to be done! Of the 15 or 20
students who stayed ’til the “bitter
end,” more than half were U-Hians.

Then came the final report.
Where we had had 18 or 20 helping
before, there were 110 workers that
Wednesday night! And instead of
the usual three or four hundred
bandages, we had made 3,3201 To
be continued next Wednesday—we
hope!

weeks later as a decided blond!
Gremlins, no doubt.

But we love that closet. It drives
us to despair, but it lends the
dramatic touch. A rag, a. bone, and
a hank of hair can be turned into
a costume even Cinderella would
admire. Which just goes to show
you what goes into a show.

 

Search

 

Lights

 

Since this

begun their papers as yet, the fol-
lowing jokes (?) are taken from
the issues of last (?) year.
t t t
Dear Miss Dix: “Should a father
of fifty get married again?”
Miss Dix: “No, that’s enough for
any one.”
—-Hi Times.
* )k l
Horine: “After all, fools help to
make life interesting. When all the
fools are bumped off I don’t want
to be here.”
Charlie: “Don’t worry, you won’t."
it IF it
If you remember something, tie
a string around your finger. If
you want to forget something, tie
a rope around your neck.
—-Tech Life.
It >1: alt
Mr. Ginger: “Name a great time
saver.”
Willie A.: “Love at first sight.”
—Cavalier.
3 l a!
Cop: “Have you a warning signal
on the front of your car?”
Mecan: “Yes, sir, I have a little
sign that says ‘Dodge Brothers.’ ”

it # IF

Vella and Harry were sitting in

is the beginning of}
school and other schools have not‘

 

the park on an old wooden bench.|

After sometime Harry looked at
Vella and said, “Vella, there’s some-
thing I‘ve been wanting to tell you
for the last fifteen minutes.”
Vella: “What is it, Harry?”
After a brief pause, Harry said:
“Would you move over some? This

tnail is killing me!”

—The Tattler.
i =1: It
Betty Sue: “I could have married
anyone I pleased.”
Frankie: “Anyone?”
Betty Sue: “Ye-ap.”
Frankie: “Well, why are you still
single?"
Betty Sue: “I guess I never pleas-
ed anyone."
0 $ I
Mrs. Mercer: “Can anyone tell
me what causes trees to become
petrified?”
Jimmy Barker: “The wind made
them rock."
—Central High Scout.

1 I fl

Girls when they went out to swim
Once dressed like Mother Hubbard,
Now they have a different whim
And dress more like her cupboard.
—The Commentator.
I: t ‘1‘
Mr. Briggs: “What is your ex-
cuse for being late, Gene?”
Gene: “The bell rang before I
got here.”

 

NOTHING .

. . In Particular

 

 

By Johnny

Gems of the summer we'll never
forget:

The first minutes of the bus
strike when two of the seniors pull-
ed up at the corner of Main and
Lime in at Plymouth and one purred
at a perplexed young lady still hope-
fully waiting for a Euclid, “Hi ya,
babe, ya waiting on a bus?”

19‘ 1! *

?. Greene

The grades Bicknell’s Visitor gave
U-Hians’ techniques: Beebe, papa
style; Dunn, baby style. Then there
was Bill Winfree to whom she gave
the academy award.

1‘ is
The young U-Hi Light reporter
who was assigned the story on fu-
ture plans of the graduates.
She: “Lad, where are you going?”
Simpson: “Why, everyone knows
where I’m headed for. Just look at
the sun tan I’ll get and besides, I
haven’t seen Eleanor yet.”
at a: II

W a c h t m a n, lifeguard. When
Chubby took over, the pool was
suddenly vacated and no one’s been
in swimming at Castlewood since.

3i: 3k *

Beebe succeeding Leach as presi—
dent of one of U-Hi’s lesser known
organizations.

,course—one of your mother’s best
‘friends calls from the rear, “Come

 

* * *

Brewer accepting Griffin’s chal-l

,janitor into unlocking the English

lenge and attempting to court two
girls simultaneously on Mary Alice's
front porch. He was getting along
rather well until his foot slipped,
sending him sprawling down the
steps. (I still think Griffin pushed
him.)
* 2: is

The Pipers pledging practically
the entire Sophomore class.

First day at school:

There you are, peaceably dream—
ing about a beautiful blond when
the alarm wakes you up in the
middle of the night. After break-
fast composed of raw egg-plant and
diced fish-heads (the cook doesn’t
like getting up early, either) you
venture into the early morning
darkness and begin waiting for the
school bus. About four hours and
three blonds later (the latter didn’t
stop) it dawns on you that the
school busses won’t start running
until Lafayette opens.

Disgustedly, you 'mount one of
those city busses. Even at this hour
it’s crowded. Just as you start to
sit down beside a beautiful blond—
apparently the only vacant seat, of

on back here, Johnny, no one’s sit-
ting by me.”

At school at last. You talk the

 

room where you prop your feet on

the American Writers and bury
your head in Prose and Poetry and
go back to sleep since it’s still three
hours before school starts. When
you wake up the sun is shining mer-
rily through the room; it’s fourth
hour English class. You’ve already
skipped three classes which is bad,
but worse, there’s a beautiful blond
—they’re not rationed yet—with
cool blue eyes in the opposite corner
of the room and you don’t even
know her name. Being inquisitive,
you just hold up your hand and
presently ask Miss A. This doesn’t
go over so big since the blond isn’t
even registered yet. After this you
practically go back to sleep except
for showing Willmott to Ginger
which seems to inspire all the new
coaches.

Walking innocently down the hall
after dramatics class, you spy an—
other beautiful blond with Beebe,
but she’s a peroxide, so you go on
home.

)3 * it

Our good friend, Bob Cox, man-
ager of the Kentucky Theatre,
pleads with 75 cent sticker sticker-
ers for mercy. It was bad when Ty—
rone Power kissed Betty Grable
right in the middle of a 75 cent
sticker, but when an elderly movie
patron retired from the theatre
combing the messy things out of
his beard a few nights ago, that
was going too far.

 

 Thursday, September 23, 1943

JIM’S JA

"Well, “stoogents,” here we are,
back together again. I could make
a very flowery oration, if I were as

adept as “Bunkie" Wilkie—the kind
which always accompanies a school}
opening—but I realize that I would
bore you stifi~those of you who
aren’t already in that condition af-
ter last Saturday night. But, to
make a slight dissertation on the
reunion of the fold, I might say
that all of us feel hale, hearty—.
and 4-1“. Speaking of 4—F, we’re all
glad to see Underwood and Beebe
back with us! (Hmm!)

The doors of old U-Hi opened
with a resounding crash which
echoed throughout our great me-
tropolis and beckoned us back to
its bosom. And so we came, books
in hand, pencils behind our ears—
we intend to learn to write this
year—and chewing our gum. This
last situation was shortly remedied
by Miss Peck who accused us of
importing concealed weapons into
the History sanctum.

On arriving, we discovered many
old faces, many new faces, and
many faces, question mark.
Among those in the latter division
were the Freshmen including Judy

 

 

Personality Paradel
(Sponsored by Saloshin’s)

 

ABELL WILKIE

RAYMOND

President of Senior Class
National Honor Society
Hi-Y
Assistant Sports Editor
Student Council President 1942-43
Safety Patrol

Bunkie’s scholastic record is blot—
ted by two years in kindergarten.
Since then in his own absent-mind-
ed way he has been outstanding in
all subjects, particularly sciences
and mathematics. U-Hi is his one
and only school.

He was charter member of the
Women Haters Club, but you should
see him now! “Wolf Wilkie,” they
calls him! He has blonde prefer-
ences. But Bunkie is a saint at
heart.

Favorite color: Wine color—er, I.
mean maroon.

Favorite song: ,
Your Eyes.” ;

Favorite Food: Steak and Pota-.
toes (remember?). 1
Favorite Sport: Basketball. l

KORRUPTION
KORNER

 

“Smoke Gets in‘

 

 

 

BBERIN’

Forman and Betsy Houston, who,
when asked what they thought of
high school, replied: “(Censored)."
Oh, well, the Frosh expect too
much!

And so to our classes. Mr. Briggs
was definitely baffled by the fact
that there were two Barkers in
Sophomore English and that
D-e-l-i-a was not pronounced “De-
lilah.” And poor Mrs. Mercer was
beside herself with anguish at the
discovery that any human could be
as dumb as Hugh Hammet.

And what have we learned this

year? That is a good question and

may well be answered, but this col—
umn is censored. However, I have
learned the correct method of
shooting spit-balls in Miss West’s
study hall, and also how to get into
library without a “legitimate” ex-
cuse to Miss Galloway. And then
too comma I’ve learned how to
punctuate period this can be read-

:ily observed by reading comma if

possible comma any of my writing
exclamation point. (For better ef-
fect, read rapidly.) (For best ef-
fect, read the next page instead!)

But we really are glad to be back
here for another year of honest
(‘3') effort (??). Boy, am I a card?!?

 

What people think:
“He hasn’t lost his illusions con-
cerning the fairer sex.”

“I can remember that when he
was in the second grade he used to
beat me to a pulp. Then I ate
Wheaties and he still beats me to
a pulp!”

“Slender. tender and tall."

i.
“He’s bashful
weren’t !"

and I wish he

,-.

“I think he’s a swell fella—wish
we had more like him around
school. He still has the grace to
blush—and I thought them days
were gone forever!!"

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CORPORAL BRIGGS

Placing his fingertips together,
Mr. Briggs smiled a mischievous
“Briggs-like smile," leaned com-
fortably back and a reminiscing
look came into his eyes. “You want i
to know about my life in the army
—my life as Corporal Briggs,” he
said in a voice that gave away his
Southern origin. “Well, frankly, I
don't know what to tell you. No
one, who hasn’t gone through it,
can possibly know the terrific re-
adjustment from civilian life to
army life—living with one hundred
men in the same room, having your
food slung at you and learning the
army game of give and take—with
plenty of take. But after I got used
to it I really liked it!"

Mr. Briggs, or rather, Corporal
Briggs. spent weeks and weeks on
guard duty. He guarded prisoners
waiting trials. and he carried a fe—
rocious gun with a true military
air. Corporal Briggs, who didn’t
know how to load a gun—much less
shoot the thing. You see his basic
training was limited, practically
non-existant.

One night Corporal Briggs paced
up and down a. dimly—lit hall where
he was guarding the psychopathic
patients. As he paced, he had that
uncanny feeling that some unseen
person was standing in the shadows
watching him. Turning, he saw a
patient holding his hands to his
eye as if he had a telescope. Every
movement Corporal Briggs made
was covered by that “telescope.”
This lasted for thirty minutes until
in desperation Briggs approached
the man in a friendly tone. “Why
don’t you—uh—go to bed?”

Slowly the patient lowered his
hands, “Captain! Give the com-
mand!"

I Corporal Briggs (pleased with his

promotion) commanded, “’B 0 u t
face!” The patient turned. “For-
ward march!” The patient march-
ed off to bed, leaving a relieved, but
bewildered Briggs.

Besides guarding, Corporal Briggs
did “investigating routine”, which
is largely a military secret. He also
taught French to some men who
thought it would come in handy
“later." During his limited serv—
ice, Corporal Briggs was stationed
at Ft. Thomas, Ft. Hays, and Ft.
Benjamin Harrison.

Altogether Mr. Briggs was in the

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Idea of the week: A pinball ma-
chine in every classroom sponsored
by Henry Foushee.

Thought of the week: Don Stur-
gill with Betty Grable‘s legs and
Gargantua’s face.

Question of the week dedicated
to the Biology class): What do
robins eat, Miss Mercer?

Worms, students.
What do the worms eat?
The dead robins, of course.

Man of the week: Bobby Brewer,
for admitting that his name was
really Robert McAfee Brewer, IV.

 

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Through the Keyhole

 

September has rolled around

again — The Allies have invaded

Italy; girls are worrying about the
Reader‘s Digest article saying,
“One out of every seven women
will be old maids;" Franklin and
Winston met at Quebec; and all
over the United States, thinking
people are saying, “Sinatra stinks!"

The question of the week, “Does
Eva Lewis collect the army or does

the army collect Eva?” Let’s see,
there are Phil, Leo (6 ft.-4 in.),
Art, Ray, and another Phil. Leo
heads the list.

Just mention the name “John” to
Mecan and watch that happy dazed
look appear. Mayhap the girl is
“twitterpated!” But what about
“old standby"?———if you know what I
mean. (She does!)

Seen in Physics: B. McMeekin
gazing tenderly into Bicknell’s eyes.
Heard: “When I look at you I don’t
see spots, I see molecules!"

U. Hi’s wolves and I have been
noticing the cute new girls that
have appeared. Beebe, in particu-
lar, is looking bright—eyed about
Jane Fugazzi. I can see plenty
of competition ahead.

Speaking of the dance (or did
1?), it is rumored that Nicholas—
ville had a rare and jagged time
before said jam session. This rum-
or has been backed up by eye-wit-
nesses.

Things I like: Mr. Briggs' classes;
Adams and Ginger in the groove;
muy bonita Senorita Perez; Gilb’s
gams (or had you noticed?); Miss
Anderson’s laugh; T. R. as editor.

With the arrival of the Freshmen,

Purple Daze

By Jack Rogers

There was only the soundlessness
of three immobile bodies to crack
the suspense-filled ozone, as the
youth walked forward to hear that
fateful verdict.

The older man spoke—quote—
from one to two years—unquote.

Thus had one more neck-craning
sophomore passed . . . —! unprint-
able!! entrance exams.

’Twas with quivering step that
the new purple went to meet the
Sage of the King’s English who de-
lights in changing a noun into a
complexed interjection, hanging
participial phrase at the drop of a
question-mark.

After an hour spent juggling
“L’enfant” and “La Fille,” he man-
ages to force out a strong “Oui”
(yes, to us foreigners).

Then a mad dash to history. This
is truly a great study in which we
find out why our forefathers stop-
ped throwing coconuts at each oth-
er to fix a world in which their
posterity could use wings to blast
hundreds of the innocent into ob—
livion in the time it took the cave
man to lift his stone ax.

Wheee! for one hour, sixty min-
utes, or three thousand six hun-
dred seconds we get to sit in com-
plete inactivity.

Oh, Allah is truly merciful!

After our horrified palate digests
a combination of cold hamburgers
and red hot “Pistol Packin’ Mama,”
our hero totters forth to show the
world that Albert Einstein could
not even balance the grocery bill.

And so with baited breath and
no home work he waits the marrow.

 

 

who have shed their diapers for
the rubber