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VOLU/^£ 27 NUMB^ER ^ DC^EMftER 15^ 1996
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'®was the last day before
Christmas break when all through WCC,
not a creature was stirring not even a bee
up at JAWC.
The books were placed on the
shelves with care, in hopes that no one
would be there.
The students were staring blank-
faced in their desks, as visions of no home
work and sleeping late danced in their
heads.
The faculty and staff were wait
ing for the end of the day, waiting to settle
in for a stress-free holiday.
When down in the Commons
there arose such a clatter, Pete Mann was
called to see what's the matter.
Away to the Commons he flew
like a flash, grabbed Bud Mayes and they
made a mad dash.
When what to their wondering
eyes should appear, but a miniature sleigh
and eight tiny reindeer.
With a little old driver so lively
and quick, they knew in a moment it
must be Bill Moffett.
More rapid than a student late
for a course, they came, as he whistled
and shouted and called them by name,
"Now Dianne Steele! Now Brenda
Moore! Now Becky Mann &
Blair Hancock! On David Reynolds! On
Tamara Grayson! On Cliff LeComu and
Pete Petrie, too!
To the top of Hayes, to the top
of Thompson Hall, now dash away, dash
away, dash away all!!
So up to Tech Arts, the teach
ers they flew, with a sleigh full of good
ies and Bill Moffett, too.
He was dressed just the same
from head to foot, he lit up a cigarette
and inhaled tar and soot.
A bundle of something he had
on his back, it looked like a full-time
student's backpack.
His eyes - how they twinkled,
his dimples - howmerry, his cheeks were
like roses - his nose like a cherry.
His droll little mouth was drawn
up like a bow, and the beard on his chin
made him look like a gnome.
The butt of a cigarette he held
tight in his teeth, and the smoke encircled
his head like a wreath.
He had a broad face and a round
little belly, that shook when he laughed like
a bowl fiill of jelly.
He was chubby and plump - a right
jolly old elf, and Pete laughed when he saw
him in spite of himself.
A wink of his eye, and a twist of
his head then Pete knew that the students
wouldn't end up dead.
He spoke not a word, and got
straight to work, sat at a table beside of
Sam Sink.
Out of the sack students' tests he
pulled with a wink, and marked them all A's
in red ink.
When he was done he sprang to
his teachers and gave them a whistle, and
away they all flew like the down of a thistle..
But Pete swears he heard him ex
claim as he flew over the lake, "Merry
Christmas to all, and to all a good break!"
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Photo by Bob Thompson
THE BEST USE OF
PEOPLE -WCC TAKES
THIS AWARDf
by Dr. Rita Rotabaugh
Being involved with faculty and
staff at WCC in producing a float for
the Wilkes Christmas Parade greatly
reinforced my already high esteem for
our college community. When I saw
the theme for this year’s parade adver
tised—Christmas Through the Eyes of
a Child: The Power of a Dream—I
knew this was a perfect opportunity for
us to portray the opportunities at WCC.
After all, whatever a child dreams of
becoming—a nurse, a mechanic, a car
penter, a business executive, a police-
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