APRIL 15, 1922.
THE LEXHIPEP
PAGE THREE
DTI. SPRUIMj’S address TO THE
HIGH SCHOOL
‘MECH ADO ABOUT NOTHING”
A ti‘ue story
TIME TO LAUGH
Edna Conrad, ’23.
Last Monday morning Dr. Spruill,
of the State Sanitarium, spoke to the
pupils of the Lexington High School
about tuberculosis.
He said that tuberculosis is a very
contagious disease an'd is caused by
germs that are coughed up and spit
out by persons who are afflicted with
the disease. Only those who breathe
the germs into their air passage get
the disease, so it is by careless people
that it comes to us.
Many people believe that tubercu
losis is inherited. Dr. Spruill said
that this is not true, but there are
two things that are inherited—reli
gion and politics.
There are also people who believe
that it is a non-curable disease, and
when one gets it, the only thing to do
is to go home and die. Of course that
is all wrong.
The cure of this disease has been
summed up in one little word, “care.”
The essential thing for the cure of tu
berculosis is rest, which can only be
obtained by going to bed. This no
one will do at home, therefore, ho
must have a place where he will have
to stay in bed.
Dr Spruill said that the disease in
its earlier stages has five symptoms
which are as follows:
(1) Laziness.
(2) Slight cough each morning so
mild that it is hardly noticeable.
(3) Poor appetite.
(4) Losing weight.
(5) Spitting up blood.
If anyone has these symptoms the
best thing to do is go to a physician.
In this State there are 3 0,000 cases
of tuberculosis and only 400 beds that
can be used.
Now the question is asked, ‘Tf you
have no place to care for them, why
go to the trouble of telling people
that they have tuberculosis?” Be
cause when you have told a person
that he has tuberculosis it will get
him to thinking, and his friends to
thinking, and when the people of this
county wake up, conditions will not
be like they are now. They will build
a hospital and provide for the ones
that have this disease. Shall such a
condition as this exist iif a county
like ours? Let’s decide the question
and say, “No.”
The campers sat around in a circle
listening to the Councilor’s story.
“With a terrific yell the creature
ran across the moor, and was swal
lowed up in the inky darkness.”
Soon the story was finished and
each girl, with many apprehensive
glances over her shoulders, went for
her lantern, and upon reaching the
tents the braver ones went outside to
roll down the tent flaps.
On three sides of our tent the flaps
were tied securely, but as I am a
fresh-air fiend when it comes to sleep
ing, my side was rolled up and my
cot exposed to the mountain dews or
anything else that might fall. In
spite of the fact that we were all
sleeping peacefully and the camp
was wrapped in the darkness of a
cool summer night.
It v.'as about mid-night when I
was awakened by a mournful sound
upon the mountain side. I lay very
still and for awhile heard nothing
more, but finally my tense listening
was rewarded by a strange noise—the
sound made by something coming
stealthily through the underbrush.
Nearer and nearer it came, while I
lay still in fascinated horror. Finally,
I could hear the breathing of some
thing, whether man or beast I
knew not. I realized, in terror, that
my tent flaps were up, but I dared
not get up and lower them. By this
time the thing was just outside the
tent and I felt it lift itself and crawl
into the tent—and under my cot, where
it lay panting heavily. Then I heard
a whisper from another cot,
“Martha, Sam’s under your bed.”
At that I jumped up and turned
my flash-light and there under my bed
wagging his friendly tail, was the
camp’s friend and loyal guardian, a
harmless old hound dog.
I stole a kiss the other night
Now my conscience hurts, alack!
I guess I’ll go again tonight
And put the blame thing back.
G. E. D.
Plenty of room for jails and courts.
We all are willing enough to pay,
But never a cent for the lads to race.
No, never a cent for play.
—Anon.
Teacher—“Frank what is the next
letter after h?”
Frank—“I don’t know.”
Teacher—“What have I on the side
of my nose?”
Prank—“I don’t know, teacher, but
it looks like powder from here.”
—Exchange
Son—“Father what is the Board of
Education ?”
Father—“When I went to school it
was a pine shingle.”
—Exchange
Griffith—“Miss Wilson, are you gq-
ing to get married?”
Miss Wilson—(holding ring meas
ure in her hand and blushing)
“What is it to you if I am?”
Teacher—“So your name is Kathe
rine Kale and your mother’s name is
Mrs. Hunt. How is that?”
Katherine Kale—“You see, it’s this
way. Mother married again, and I
didn’t.”
Miss Wilson—“Dwight come to the
front.”
Dwight—“What did you say?”
Miss Wilson—“Come to the front.”
Dwight—“I didn’t understand you.”
Miss Wilson—“Do you want me to
write it on the blackboard so you can
hear it?”
Algebra teacher explaining example
—“Now, watch the board carefully
while I go through it.”
—Exchange
Mr. Grissom—“How did you hurt
your hand? Been fighting?”
Bruce—“Yes, those were awful
fharp teeth Dwight Pickard used to
have.”
Teacher—(After putting examina
tions on the board) “Now do any of
the questions bother you?”
Student—“No sir, it’s the answers
that bother me.”
—Exchange
Bob Sink’s announcement: “We are
going to have a base ball game this af
ternoon. It costs a quarter to get in,
'go we hope everybody will be out.”
Honesty is the best policy..