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THE FULL MOON
Dec. 14. 1971
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It was our float. We, the
students of ASHS, that float in the
Christmas Parade was ours.
It’s easy to say “Well, uh, I
didn’t work on it; it doesn’t
represent me.” The fact is the
float was a project of the Student
Council and the Boosters Club,
both groups highly represen
tative of this student body.
Neither one of them contributed
anything. They sat back and let
the other guy do the work.
Sure, we can devise com
mittees all day long for
everything from A to Z, but they
don’t accomplish anything.
Usually, the projects end up with
the four officers as workers.
Granted, the float wasn’t much,
but evidently its what we wanted
since we didn’t lift a hand to work
on it.
That float really represented
the students of ASHS.
Education
A possible change is in the
asking for us as students of
ASHS.Up through the grades, we
have been introduced to material
only to receive the same
curriculum again in future years.
In English, for example, it is
possible to have grammar every
year for an entire high school
career. Couldn’t a much more
relevant curriculum be
arranged?
Many have been asking that
question, and now a first step has
been taken in renovating our
present studies. In a special
teacher’s meeting Monday,
November 29, Mr. Hawkins
proposed a system of evaluation
groups made up of students,
parents, and department heads.
Endeavors
There will be a group from each
department so-4hat Jio type of
study will escape scrutiny.
Each group will evaluate the
department they represent and
will make suggestions con
cerning the curriculum and mode
of study. In this way, students are
to be given an opportunity to get
the most out of each educational
endeavor.
The most enticing facet of this
proposal is that students will
serve on the evaluation groups.
Who knows better than the
students themselves when they
have had what they find most
beneficial.
The Editors readily endorse
this first step toward educational
advancement.
He Made It
Little does the common man
know, but last Christmas was
almost a failure due to crime,
pollution, and selfishness.
The first problem Santa Claus
had was that the toys were
almost not made by Christmas.
Strikes delayed the toys because
workers wanted higher wages
and fewer working hours. Santa’s
elves solved that problem by
working overtime.
After Santa collected the toys,
he started his annual journey.
Last year, it took him twice as
long because he had to fly ten feet
off the ground in order to see the
houses because there was heavy
smog covering the earth.
Rudolph’s nose didn’t even help.
Santa encountered four
burglars last year. Three of them
only tied him up, delaying him a
total of thirty minutes, but the
fourth burglar lifted his suit;
however, this did not delay Santa
except for ten minutes, for he
rented a suit from a department
store.
Santa was delayed another
forty-five minutes when he was
arrested for burglary. Charges
were dropped when he confirmed
his identity.
The longest delay was an hour
which was used to visit a doctor
after he digested a cake left for
him containing strychnine.
Santa’s speed enabled him to
finish his rounds in time, and the
beautiful children of this world
woke up Christmas morning to
discover presents under the
Christmas tree.
Help Me
If You Can
T’was the night before
Christmas, and everything was
nice. All the creatures were
stirring, especially us mice; The
mouse sox were hung by the
chimney with care. In hopes that
Santa Mouse soon would be
there; The children were nested
in their mouse-hole beds, While
visions of Swiss cheese-plums
danced through their heads;
I’d turned the lights out, when
outside rose some chatter, So I
rushed from my bed to see Santa
on a ladder. As I turned my head
and glanced around, down the
chimney came Santa Mouse with
a bound.
He was dressed in grey mouse
fur from his head to his foot, and
his body was coated with ashes
and soot. His eyes, they were
beady, his gaze it was seedy. His
nose and his whiskers twitched
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like a twig(?) He had chubby
cheeks, and a little round belly
and a long stringy tail that reaUy
looked silly. He was chubby and
plump — a sly-looking mouse —
And he filled up his bag with
goods from the house.
A wink of his eye and a nod of
his head soon gave me to know I
had something to dread. He spoke
not a word, but went straight to
his work. He emptied the
stockings and looked like a jerk.
And laying a finger aside of his
nose, he giggled and said, “I left
them some clothes!”
He sprang to his sleigh, to his
team gave a squeal, and away
they all flew in their get-away-
obile; but I heard him exclaim (a
ridiculous call): “Happy
Christmas to all, and for me, a
good haul!”
Briefly Speaking
As we claim to be a generation that hates the synthetic world we live
in, it seems hypocritical to follow the traditional whoopee celebration
of Christmas. If you are really looking for something more meaningful
this Christmas, let the Spirit of God be the ONLY spirit you are filled
with.
* *
Congratulations to the “other publication” for reaching the half-way
point in their “annual affair.”
* * * *
College night was a complete success. Instead of being confused
about one or two colleges, we are now confused about many.
“My, your folks are old-fashioned,” the little girl exclaimed to the
friend she was visiting. “‘I see you are still using hand-operated tooth
brushes.”
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Conscience: That still, small voice that shuts up when money talks.
Jj! ❖ * ^
The first health hazard in smoking a pipe is high blood pressure
from trying to keep it lit.
* * * *
Waiting for women to finish talking is like looking for the end of a
roller towel.
* ^
Money may talk, but today’s dollar doesn’t have enough cents to say
very much.
* * * *
Mini-skirts rank in advancement equal with the steamboat. As
Robert Fulton put it, “We no longer have to wait for the wind to blow.”
* * * *
In bygone days, when you asked, “Is it a boy or a girl?” you were
looking at a baby.
* * * *
In a way, a baseball umpire is like a woman. He makes quick
decisions, never reverses them, and doesn’t think you’re safe when
you’re out.
You can lead a horse to water — but a pencil has to be lead.
* * * *
We heard about a young doctor who used his textbook for practice.
He took out the appendix.
* * * *
Santa’s helpers are a bunch of subordinate clauses.
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Then there was the toy manufacturer that made a doll so real that
when youwoundit up it ran away from home.
Again Santa Claus is afraid his
toys will not be delivered
Christmas morning. Santa has
been the victim of our society.
His sled broke down and nee^
repair, but he can’t find anyone to
repair it. Workers are disap
pearing, rapidly even though the
demand for them is increasing.
Why is this? Students have
been taught all their lives that if
they don’t go to college they are a
failure in life. It is considered
degrading for a high school
student to obtain a maintenance
job after he has his diploma. The
result — most students go into a
liberal arts field in college,
leaving a shortage of main
tenance workers.
How can you help? Examine
your abilities and goals. Go to a
college if you will be happy but
remember, workers are needed
and just maybe you would be
happier in the vast field of ser
vices.
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“Does your husband still find you entertaining?”
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Did you hear the one about the overweight goat who went on a diet of
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