Mark My Word!
By RAY MARK

Let's start proceedings this time with the following Pome:

"Roses are red,
Violets are blue,
Sugar is sweet,
Remember?"

Thank you, Breakfast Club gagmen.

I would be forever indebted if someone would tell me how one writes a column of school news when one hasn't any school news to write a column about. Maybe I could solve it through the use of trigonometry. And for igtomonre trigonometry. And for trigonometry we'll turn to Everett Jackson, whose head whirls in circles that have right angles. Jackson, by the by, was elected debate club president for the coming year. He had no competition for the office, because he is by far the most logical choice for said position.

There really has been little happening around school the past week. We have all been busy studying for tests, and have already turned in some well-worn books--worn from much usage, hehheh. Or worn from the beating they take in lockers already too full. Lockers like mine.

The journalism class had a party Friday night at 6. Lots to eat. Just mention any kind of food--we had it.

Recollections

The thrill of having the lead in Stage Door, and the let-down of losing it! -- And the shivery feeling that came when President Roosevelt called for a declaration of war immediately after Pearl Harbor, and the thrill that came when he got it. -- The school schedule, explicitly the later part of it, hasn't meant much this year. What with teaching handling and efficiently, the sugar rationing, and scheduled to do the gas rationing, to say nothing of registering men recently, teaching history and various subjects has become a sideline. Well, I ain't kickin'!

This has been short and sweet. Well, anyhow, it's been. I probably won't be writing any more for this year. Someone else will handle the graduation exercises. It's been fun telling you what happened at high school. I might possibly write some more this year if Mr. Leslie and I can agree on prices. But I'm not going to pay him a cent more for publishing this. It isn't worth it.

Until we meet again, I'm like a good candy bar--nutty and "Forever Yours."

FROM THE AUBURN (WASHINGTON) GLOBE-REPUBLICAN, MAY 22, 1942

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