PAGE EIGHT
THE EEXHIPEP
NOVEMBER 1, 1924
THE OPEN FOUXTM
(Continued From Page 1)
Please do not blame the writer of
this if he should fail to express him
self in such a masterful tone as that
of Colonel Dink, of Pohick. What
ever, else may be said against the Co
lonel it must be admitted that he is
a master when it comes to settling
arguments of a “hot-dog ’ calibre.
This writer’s opinion is that THE
LEXHIPEP has come to stay and will
stay unless some link becomes weak.
The base upon which it stands it the
one infalliable one—the stamp of pub
lic approval. It’s aim is the better
ment of our high school and with
such a purpose in view, we, the stu
dents and towns-people of Dexington
cannot afford to let it die.
This paper has “crossed the Rubi
con’’ and thrown the gauntlet down
in the.matter of scholastic attainment
and Literary accomplishments.
It stands four-square for a revival
of the art of expression in the high
school, an art which has suffered ter
ribly during the past few years.
It also stands four square in the
matter of athletics, a problem which
every secondary school is having to
face at this time. Probably its great
est service will be bringing about a
high correlation between the atheltic
and literary activities of the high
school.
With these high ideals in mind, and
with the unconditional support of all
those interested in the wcltare of
this high school this paper cannot
fail.
—READER.
a boy wants to be selfish to go on
and let him and he will suffer.
Oct. 21.—Today a boy asked me
if I wanted to help my teacher.
Which I did. So he told me to go
down stairs into the Science labora
tory and turn on all the faucets I saw.
Which I did and water came out of
some of them and nothing happened
at the others. Pretty soon the room
began to smell sorta funny, so I went
back unstairs to my room not liking
the smell much. Pretty soon my
science teacher came in the room. He
said someboddy had turned on all
the gas and the water in the labora
tory an he’d just like to catch them.
Him looking very mad. I didn’t say
anything but studied my civics.
Defliiitlon of a Bachelor of Arts.
Any good-looking man of wealth
who has reached middle age, and es
caped matrimony.
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Mr. Hunt—“Nat, use Idaho in a
sentence.’’
Nat—“Idaho lot rather answer some
other question.”
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Kissing a girl when she expects it,
is like scratching a place that don’t
itch.
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THE DIARY OF A FUI'ISHMAN.
Oct. 13.—Today when I came in the
room my teacher said, I hear you
had a cold. I said yesmam. Then
she said, are you taking good care
of your cold? I sure am, I said.
I’ve had it six weeks and it’s still
good as new. The class all laffed.
me not seeing anything funny.
Oct. 17.—Today 1 went to a foot
ball game. Everybody hollered when
a. hole lot of boys in dirty suits came
out on a field. I did not understand
it but I do not think it is fair for so
many boys to jump on one boy just
because he took the ball away from
them. I think I will a.sk Mr. Coles
to make them stop it—they might
hurt him. Rut my mother say if
Satisfaction ,
There’s something inside that
tells the youngster just what
she wants—and the expres
sion on the face tells how
hadly it is wanted.
When you see one perched at
the fountain with a smile of
supreme bliss, you car '”ager
that it is
GRIMES’ ICE
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