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April 25, 1947 THE LEXHIPEP Page 3 A Two Dollar Stomach Ache —Bob Peeler Have you ever been riding in an airpiane? If you haven’t you have a big thrill, and maybe an upset stom ach, coming. At the early age of sixteen, I ventured far enough out from the portals of good sense and got together enough .“dough” to splurge and go for a ride way up in the ‘'Wild blue yonder.” This is wnere ail of your trouoies, except those oi wiietaer you wUi ever get back down saieiy or not, are iorg'ot. If you have never oeen up, men i guess you wouia iixe lo Know now it leeis; so here it goes. Roar-r-r-r! You’re off with a bang, ana when those front wheels leave the grounu, youre figuratively and lit erally in heaven. What a thrill you thmir you are going to have! The iiibu leg 01 me nigni, tne ciimoing, is reaiiy lun; ana you can taKe it, or ac least you iixe lo ten yoursell you can. iiien the riae really begins to be lun; your oid hometown ana coun- trysiue looK liKe one of those patch woiK quilts that granama spent so much time nttmg togemer so that every piece littea exactly in its place, ana men, amia all ol this pleasant ness, tne plane banks. Wowl Wnai a cnange mis is, lor all of a sudaen every tiling seems to be nying to me left and right and up and down at the same time. This isn't what you bargained for; but, brother, it’s wnat you got; and there’s not much you can do about it under the conditions you’re in. But this time you’re ready to quit, and it’s a big relief to see the held roiling up below. Now comes the biggest thrill of the whole ride, the landing. The wheels meet the grouna like a stunned bird, but then mey roll, and you know you’re safe again. Well, you’re through at last; but what did you really get out of your venture? Why, you got absolutely nothing, unless you call a free stom ach ache and a couple dollars out of your "slim Jim” something. But you did learn one thing through the best teacher, experience; you learned to stay on the ground, where civilized people travel. Spring! —Sue Hooper When just the one word. Spring, is mentioned, you can see people’s faces light up with joy. That short word means much to everyone. It means the trees beginning to get green, the jonquils, buttercups, and all the spring flowers blooming in full glory, in just a few words, spring means the awakening of nature. After the long sleep of nature in the winter, the first signs of the awakening is certainly welcomed. The warm sun, the green grass, and the blooming flowers make everyone feel much more alive. They take a new outlook on life and realize that every thing isn’t so bad as it seems. This brings to mind the old saying, "In the spring a young man’s fancy lightly turns to love.” There is a lot of truth in this old saying. The young man feels love seeping into his veins in spring. The birds’ songs, the warm breezes, and the trees and flowers are not overlooked. Even the most hard ened man is affected by spring, and he feels a certain tenderness to the girl who has been eating her heart out for him. He may have vowed he would never have anything toi do with her, but spring always gets her way. Most people agree that spring is the most beautiful and pleasant season of the four seasons. They say that the awakening of all the dormant plants is wonderful. Their thoughts should be like the following: “God must be very good indeed. Who made each pretty thing: I’m sure we ought to love him Much for bringing back the spring.” It’s Still Music —Mary EUeanor Gray The classical music lover may shud der at jazz, and the “hot-swing” type may run for the nearest exit when he hears a sonata. In either case the one type thinks the other strange. The classical lover thinks the jazz player a strange person when he takes the slow tempo of music and turns it into a “hot,” jumpy flow of notes. A jazz musician likes and needs the friendly throb of a drum, the ring of a piano, and the wail of a clarinet. Out of the South came hun- oreas of these little three or four piece bands to gather together and make some of the greatest name bands of today. It was the combination of these that made jazz commercially successful. Benny Goodman, Tommy and Jimmy Dorsey, and Tex Beneke are some of the more famous leaders of these jazz bands. These bands are one biggest play on juke-boxes and radio today. But so much for the modern day jazz music. What about the classical musician who is thought of by his jazz playing colleagues as a stuffy person with an aged violin? The classical musicians such as Chopin and Bee thoven were the original creators of music, and the jazz had to originate from -a great many of these classical themes. But Beethoven and Chopin wrote a great many pieces that were considered “hot” music even in their time. They called these compositions cadenzas. The modem day composers have combined symphonies and jazz, and have created such pieces as “Rhapsody in Blue,” written by George Gershwin. This piece and others like it will never die out as did a great number of the jazz pieces. In the years to come the distinction between jazz and classical will gradually dis appear. The combination of the two will bring about the composition oi many great pieces that wiU linger in the hearts of music lovers down through the ages. To Give Or Not To Give —Jack Lancaster The dead take with them ta the grave in their cutched fingers aniy that which they have given up.—Rousseau. People who live just to make money by dishonest methods are certain to pay a visit to the Arch Angel. They spend their entire life enlarging their bank accounts and sometimes worry ing themselves sick over the loss of a few dollars. They know when they begin their money-making career that when they die they cannot take the money with them to the grave. They know it will dot them no good in the world beyond. Men have been known to go completely crazy over a small financial loss. Great men like Rockefeller, Ford, and Carnegie have done many worth while things with their money. They also made their money the honest way. They didn’t try to cheat people out of their money just to get it for themselves. Rockefeller has established many in stitutions and has given large sums of money to universities, hospitals, and libraries. Carnegie gave large sums of money which was used to help humanity. There are many libraries named after Andrew Carnegie, because he gave the biggest part of the money which went to help build the library. The most important institute named after him is the Carnegie Institute of Tech nology. Ford is probably the most popular of today’s humanitarian benefactors. He has refused to give money to local chapters of the welfare department, but he has said that he would give any man who was unemployed and was winning to work a good paying job. Men like these are a blessing to humanity. Because of their good for tune to be able to have such an enor mous amount of money, they are willing to help others who are not quite so fortunate as they. SPRING —Margaret Finch This very day Spring said, “Hello” In such a way to make me know That God, before my very eyes. Shows me beauty that never dies. The daffodiis that now I see Are smiling, it seems, .just for me; And on that limb a robin sings A song that to my heart takes wings. The yellow buds upon the tree Conceal green leaves which soon I’ll see; And the soft breezes of the air Like to play mischief with my hair. The sky so beautiful above Reveals the greatness of His Love, ror every year He does impart spring miracles into my heart. THE ONE I LOVE —Colleen Story I think that I shall never see A boy that quite appeals to me— As a ninth grader so tall and slim. Who’s always dressed so neat_ and trim. He’s sweet, as sweet as one can be. But he loves not me, as one can see. He flirts with girls the live-long .day, I regular wolf, if I must say. I love him much, I must confess. But I’ll always wait for him, I guess. I’LL ALWAYS BE TRUE —Dorothy Potts I've missed you since you’ve been away, I pray for you both night and day; I’ve longed to see you and been very blue; When tear drops are falling. My heart is recalling The memories we’ve shared; That help you to know I’ve always cared. All the things that might have been. Were only meant for you, my dear. I’ll stay at home from now till then; Till you return and are quite near. The days will be long and very blue. But if it’s for you. I’ll always be true. I DON’T PRETEND TO BE A POET —“Grampy” I don’t pretend to be a poet; I have no talent which I showeth— I know not how to rhyme my words. Like trees ad bees and herds and birds. But someday when I shall grow old, I think that I will be so bold As to write a poem for the one I adore and tell her I love her more and more. MY THOUGHTS —Marie Koonts As I sit thinking in my room. My thoughts aren’t of the “weather,” I think of all the wonderful times That we once spent together. I see us as we were this summer. So kind, so cheerful to one another; I see us as we are today— Far, far away from each other. And yet I know that in the end That everything will turn out right. But until then I’ll just pretend That you had never been in sight! Laughable Limericks —^Hubert Olive One fine day I met a young clerk Who seemed to be a terrible jerk. He spent most of his time Sucking on a lime. And the rest keeping away from his work. —^Hubert Olive There once was a man who refused to ride. So upon his rear end he decided to slide. The ground it was rough And his hide was not tough; So after a try he was contented to ride. —Nancy Jean Conrad There was once a small lightning bug Which stopped on the jail house rug. The fire from his tail Caught Jire to the jail And he’s no longer a bug in a rug! —Barbara Lawrence There was a young lady named Jan, She had a hard time getting a man; She tried to make them look. But she spent evenings reading a book. Oh, why did Jan have such a pan? —Barbara Lawrence There was a boy named Harry, Who fell in love with a girl named Mary, Each night they would go for a ride. Until finally she became his bride. And now they have a son named Larry. —Margaret Darr There once was a young girl named Joy, Who met a young boy named Coy, And this was great bliss; What happened was this: A marriage of Joy and Coy. —Mary Sue Thomason I knew a little boy named Jack, Who always sat on the railroad track. Along came a train And hit him in the brain, And they picked him up in a sack. • —Mary Sue Thomason There was once a girl named Jo, ’ Who had a sweet little beau. They got in a fight. And he began to bite. And now there is no moj Jo. —Jeanne Wooten There was a young man named Bill, Who sat on a window sill. There were five stories to the ground For he counted them as he went down. And that was the last of poor Bill. —Jeanne Wooten There was a girl named Pan, And in a race she ran. She slipped on a stone And broke her hip bone, And run she no longer can. —^Maxine Kepley There once was a house on the hill. Inhabited by an old man named Bill. He chewed model tobacco. Ate a ten-cent cracker. And now he lives under a hill.
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