April 1, 1947
THE LEXHIPEP
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Life
—Bob Tate
Life may easily be defined as one’s
existence between birth and death.
During this time we are given a chance
for an eternal home or for a place
which is much warmer than a boiler
room.
Many men struggle for life. They
struggle for life of power, of riches,
of tangible things. They forget about
their life of happiness and cheerful
ness. They never think of a life which
is generous, kind and forgiving.
Men take away this intangible thing
called life. Perhaps the reason is
selfishness. Yet, many men cling to
life and struggle to overcome their
Ciilficulties.
Men look upon life from different
angles. It is usually the character of
a person which determines life. If a
character has been neglected, it does
not mean much to a person. He cares
not whether he has that life or not.
On the other hand, if a character has
been well trained and is kind and
gentle, this character wishes to main
tain life and to give it to others that
they might have enjoyment.
In the beginning God gave Adam
life. Not long afterward he saw that
Adam needed someone to share life
with him. He gave Adam Eve. These
two combined as one, gave life to
others. So have men and women
shared and given life down through
the ages.
Why are we given life? I can tell
you why we are given life. God gave
as life that we might do his will
and his work. Whether we do this
or whether we do not, we are sup
posed to obey Him. When death
comes and we stand before the throne
of God, our life will be shown to us.
We must account for the things we
do in this world. The good that we
make out of life may be used in the
future as a passport to heaven.
Open the Door,
Richard!
—Becky Smith
“Open the door, Richard! Richard,
why don’t you open that door?”
Well, why doesn’t Richard open the
door? This is probably one of the
most debated questions of today and
probably one that has caused the most
comment. It could very easily be said
to apply to any phase of American
life, thus causing many sermons, ad
vertisements, and puns to be created
because of its versatility. A preacher
from Massachusetts, for example, had
as his subject one Sunday morning,
“Open the Door, Richard.” His name,
being Richard also, gave him the
idea of applying this expression to
the phase of work. It also helped
him to prove to his people that God
was even present in this very mod
ernized world and that He was con
stantly trying to draw them nearer
to Him.
A recent advertisement of Ruppert
Beer and Ale showed a man carrying
a tray with a bottle of Ruppert on
it, saying, as he knocked on a door,
“Now will you open the door, Rich
ard?” ’This ad more or less coin
cided with the song, since the Im
pression given in the song is that
Richard is probably a drunkard hfm-
self; so naturally if he opened the
door for anything, he should open it
for something in a drunkard’s world.
On almost any radio program one
listens to nowadays, a great play is
being made on this one little iimocent
expression. Red Skelton has fre
quently used it on his programs, as
have Bob Hope and Jack Carson.
With the creation of this one sim
ple sentence, John Q. Public has
practically become song, conscious
over-night; and he has begun to real
ize the possibilities that could become
realities If only several doors were
opened. And who knows but that It
might be Richard who will open the
door and give teachers a great big
supplement!
When Mother Has the
Bridge Club
—Biarold Lanier
“Well, I heard this, but I wasn’t
supposed to tell it. Mrs. Schnozle has
been having secret meetings or dates
with that new bachelor, furniture
salesman. I wouldn’t have thought
it of her. Just think, she has tweltse
kids and a devoted husband!”
“You don’t mean it! Why, that’s
the most awful thing I’ve heard
lately.”
Yes, that’s the way the conversa
tion goes when mother has the bridge
club. Gossip is slung here, and gos
sip is slung there. All of the women
are chewing gum and talking as fast
as they can. No one is seriously hurt
by their gossip, and the ladies surely
QO enjoy themselves.
If one lets his eyes fall beneath the
table, he will see forty toes wiggling
as fast as they can. ’The ladies sim
ply cannot play bridge, chew gum,
and gossip with their shoes on. I
have finally come to the conclusion
that the movement of the toes ac
centuates the speed of the lips and
loosens the vocal chords.
Th'ere are several young teachers in
my mother’s bridge club. The princi
pal’s wife is also in it. You should
see those yonng teachers nm for a
cigarette the minute the principal’s
wife leaves. Tliey take a very large
draw at first and then give out a
sigh of contentment. One really must
see this to appreciate It.
When the night’s games are about
halfway over, the ladles are really
wound Up. About this time, they
get back on the subject of clothes.
They go back to where they left off
when they first arrived and give each
other the once-over.
‘Did you see that darling hat Mrs.
Catty had on Sunday?”
“Yes, and did you see that last
year’s rag that Mrs. So Slouchy had
on?”
“Wasn’t It a rag!”
Yes, when mother has the bridge
club, everyone is gone through and
through. Can you blame me for go
ing to the most secluded part of the
house when mother has the bridge
club?
P. S. One of the young teachers
just came to me for a cigarette to
be smoked In secret.
POETS’
CORNER
REMEMBRANCE
—Hilda PhilUps
How well do I remember
Tho’ the years have pa^t and gone,
I had a little sister
That came to dwell here In our home.
She was a darling sweet child
And well loved by all.
But one day she left us.
When she was very small.
God looked down from Heaven,
He always knows what’s best.
And sent his angel for her.
To that bright home of peace and rest.
A vacant place is in our house,
A little voice is still.
We wonder why she left so young.
But we know It was His will.
So if we follow in his steps
And walk his holy way.
We too can go to live with him.
And meet her some sweet day.
Spring Fever
—GeraWine Butler
Do you have trouble trying to keep
your mind on yom work, now that all
signs are pointing to spring? Well,
almost everyone is troubled by that
disease called “spring fever” every
year about this time. Only you do
not take medicine for this disease.
I suppose that this lazy feeling you
get in the spring is just a natural
thing. When you see pupils sitting
in class, chin in hands, looking out
the window, then you know that they
have spring fever.
Spring is the season of the year
when a young man’s fancy is sup
posed to turn to thoughts of love.
’This could apply to everyone, be
cause people just feel so good in the
spring that they just love everyone.
You just cannot help loving every
one and feeling lazy when everything
starts turning green.
Spring is also a great time for the
ladies to show off their Easter bon
nets. A man’s comment on this would
probably sound like this: “Oh, what
hats!” These spring bonnets and
spring fashions are just as much a
part of spring as anything else,
though.
Some day soon you will start feel
ing lazy and just want to sit around,
looking into space. When this hap
pens, do not run right to the doctor
to see if you need some vitamin pills;
just go ahead and be la^, because
after all; spring only comes once a
year.
RAIN
—Geraldine Butler
Rain, rain.
Pouring rain;
Ruimlng, nishlng
Down my wlndowpane.
Rain, rain.
Soothing rain;
Forming little rivers
Like the great Seine.
Rain, rain.
Silver rain;
Like thousands of pebbles
It came.
Rain, rain.
Cheerful rain;
Giving me
A smile again.
Rain, rain.
Wonderful rain;
For giving life.
We’re glad you came.
MY DOG
—Johnny McCrary
My dog—
Her name is Queen,
Black fur, brown eyes, sweet ways—
My love for her will never die.
She’s mine.
PEOPLE
—^Kathryn Sink
Some people are good.
Some people are bad;
Some people are happy.
Some people are sad.
What kind of person are you?
Some people have friends.
Some people have none;
Some people do not have friends
Because of things they have done.
How many friends do you have?
Some people go to chinch.
They never miss a Sunday.
Instead of staying home to work.
They do their work on Monday.
Is this the kind of person you are?
PARODY ON TENNYSON’S
“CROSSING THE BAR"
—Eklna Sue Shoaf
Sunrise and morning bell.
And one last call for class.
And may there be no one to fail
When We shall try to x>ass.
If there be one who falls asleep.
Too lazy to take the test;
May he dream of kings and castles
steep.
While we shall do our best.
Midday and dinner bell.
And we start home at last;
May it be that all is well
For everyone had passed.
MY LOVE
—Adela Tuttle
The great big moon up above
Shines down on someone I love.
His eyes are blue and his hair is
brown.
He always smiles; there’s never frown.
He has a heart of gold.
And he loves me too, I’m told.
It always makes me very glad
To say to someone, “That’s my Dad.”
DISASTER
—Johmiy McCrary
Tom and John went down the street
To buy a little red scooter.
’Tom took a ride.
Went for a slide.
And John held on to the tooter.
Music
—Enid Ayers
Have you ever been riding on a
lonely country road, alone? You are
hurrying toward your destination. It
is raining and everything is quiet.
Click, click goes the windshield wiper.
It brings to mind some piece of music.
“As the tick, tick, tock of the stately
clock—” that is it, Gershwin’s “Night
and Day.” You forget your troubles
and listen while the tiny windshield
wiper becomes suddenly an orchestra.
’There is music everywhere, if only
ope could stop and listen, one would
hear the magical thing, music. When
the wind is blowing, it brings to mind
some concerto or symphony. A watef-
fall will remind one of "Nutcracker
Suite” by Tschaikowsky.
If the music which is played in the
show were suddenly taken away, the
show would not be very exciting. Some
people say that they never hear the
music in a snow, in a murder pic
ture, it builds up the suspense. Music
in pictures will make you laugh or
cry, but still some people do not even
hear it. Have you ever watched peo
ple during a murder show? They
sit on the edge of the seat with their
mouths dropped oi)en and their eyes
popping; little do they know that, if
the music were suddenly taken away,
they would drop back into their seats
and practically go to sleep.
Music does much for people when a
person is sad, he can play some music
by Beethoven, Tschaikowsky, Grelg,
or others; and the rhythmic beats of
the music will do wonders. It will
lift depressed feelings to a happier
level. Music will make you notice the
beautiful things of life.
Each country in the world has its
own music. From the tom-tom
drums of darkest Africa to the great
symphony orchestras of America and
Europe, it is still music. It Is the
only understandable language that
the world has.
NOTE: It is with much pride that
I announce that this issue of “THE
LEXHIPEP” was put out entirely by
the staff with no heip whatsoever
from the advisor. The content, make
up, proof-reading, all was done by
staff members, and my congratula
tions to a good staff for a good
edition.
Mrs. Ottis M. Hedrick