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Show Pardon My Horns! k News Of Interest To U j) A Red Devils hyJr , j -..rr, ...jii .Editors Note: .. This is another of a series of ( A. 1 weekly contributions to the Her- ill aid by a Teen-Ager familiar with '.mm. .f . . j 1 1 V I activities and personnel of the ' I high school. We believe that every ! IP) high school student will be espec- ?'t""1r -. ' y ially interested in the column as ' it will contain names of students ' ; and mention of various activities sX Vv of which they should enjoy read- , . ing. Adults also will enjoy the j spontaneous ..subtle ..manner ..in . j which the WTiter handles these "m HawOT'- teen-age subjects. 4iLS Vv settled by now. The girls who went with senior boys last year think school is kind of dull. Sharlene Bjarnson misses seeing Richard Sumshion around. Mary Lou has thoughts turning to Snow College where Lloyd Hodson is now, Roberta Bates, though, had her Gordon visit her one day . . . . but it wasn't the same thing. Why is it that everyone goes around telling jokes out of the Reader's Digest as if they didn't konw we all took Baxter's? Then they wonder why everyone doesn't laugh . . . Those shy, quiet, Junior Boys. Someone ought to build up their self-confidence so they'd get out more. Hah hah. That's a joke. They konw they're cute, that's the trouble. Well, tomorrow we start wondering won-dering if, how, and, when we get to go to Fillmore. Maybe not though. Oh, well. . . Life is beset with problems, it seems. Till next Thursday, Impy. V V He: Be sarcastic, your desperate expression is unflattering. She: I bet you'd rather park than eat! He: Simmer down, soul-mate. Sometimes I like to neck, too. She: I noticed that. He: Don't be frigid, you know that in your heart you truly love me. Let us not hide our passion from the world .... There is only one girl for me . . . and that is YOU, you. She: Remind me to give you a Thespian recommendation. He: Are you resigned to your fate? She: Resigned! I'm locked in! (Later) She: Well, goodnight. . . He: Yeh, well -. . . She: Thanks for the entertaining entertain-ing evening .... He: Thank YOU. She: I apologize. He: That's okay. She: Well .... He: I'll see you. She: O. K. He: Well She: All we need now is someone some-one to say "Duhhhhhhh". He: Goodnight. She: Goodnight (Finis) It took a lot of research to write that play. It seems like every one is as witty as can be until the last few minutes when the dia-louge dia-louge thins out sort of. The Pep Club is planning for an expansion. Old members dropped drop-ped out and several new ones are hoping to get in. It seems like the only time anything gets accomplished accomp-lished is when there's a three-man three-man committee. One of whom is sick at home, and another is out of town. It's hard to get everyone agreed. Mackie Warren, secretary is the Cut-happy Type. Any time she can't find anything to do, she cuts her hair. A really loyal supporter sup-porter for the team, she tries to get to every game even if she has to walk. The article about our squad had everybody proud as could be. It's pasted in all the scrapbooks now and there's a big gap in the paper where it's been cut out. The yearbook is recruiting a staff, and all in all it looks as if all the activities are starting. There was a knock-down drag-out drag-out scramble to get books the first day or so. The old steadies are still together. togeth-er. Joyce Taylor and football star Morgan Thomas, Jo Ann Wilkins (who has enough cute clothes for every girl in the high school) and Robert Thorpe, Darla Robbins and George Anderson. A couple of boys came back after storming B. Y. High, they have girl friends over there, I guess. (Guess?) ' It looks like there's a question about who has first priority on Marilyn Metcalf . . . Dean Allan or Jackie Fullmer. It may be all - 3 He: (Complete with Hurt Expression, Ex-pression, Pleading Tone-of-voice, etc.) I'm no wolf! She: No, just a Twentieth Century Fox .... He: All right BE sarcastic. See if I care. She: You probably don't even konw what the word means. He: Don't you love me? How can you hurt me that way? She: Of course I love you. I adore you. I wash and sew for you, I'd be faithful. Why, I'd even live in Mapleton for you. He: Sometimes I wonder .... You're so hard, so cruel. She: Deep down inside, I'm real .... human. Burning with a hard gemlike flame. He: You don't want to be the type of girl all the boys take for Granite, do you? She: Why, I'm only doing what my Charm Book says .... It says on page ten to be gay and witty. He: Just so you don't over-do it. Pause. She: You're just like Clark Gable . . . .(sigh) He: Well, we Have a lot in common. com-mon. She: Ears? He: Now listen . . She: I'm hungry . . . let's go eat. He: Le Mar's? She: Let's not. I don't want anyone to see who I'm with. He: Now listen, there's a limit to how much a man can stand. She: I am curious . to see how long YOU stand it. . He: Now listen .... She: Your vocabulary's' getting kind of low, isn't it? You need a new scriptwriter. He.: I'd hate to tell you what you need. She: All right. All right! We'll go to Le Mar's'. I probably couldn't could-n't hide my secret anyway. (car starts. Engine (If you can call it that) roars . . . scenery passes) He: Well, here we are. She; wait a minute. I can't find my shoes. He: I'll carry you in: We'll be sensational . . . come on. She: You mean YOU'LL be sensational. sen-sational. You'll be flat on your face. I'm not as frail as I look. He: Who said you looked frail? She: Ouch. I walked into that one with my eyes open. He: At last! I said something fun-ny. She: You're still way behind. He: Well, I'll chance it anyway. Don't you want to be carried? She: Oh, no! What if we have to make a fast get-away when you find out you can't pay the check? I'm playing safe. He: My Daddy just gave me my week's allowance and I have it right here. 1 She: Oh, GOODY. Do you think we can share a root beer float? (aside) Why do my boy-friends have to be so damn poor? He: Oh. herethey are. She: My shoes? He: Yeh, right under the heater. She: Rub my feet will you? I think they froze a half hour ago. He: I was meaning to fix that thing. She: We know, we know. You spent the money for a haircut. Or does your mother still- use a bowl and shears? He: I'm sorry about your feet, honey. She: That's all right. I hear the artificial ones get better every year. He: Better get out on this side That door doesn't open. She: You just don't want to walk around and open it, that's all. (Scene Two) ) She: What time is it? He: Just eleven-thirty. She: You stinker, you set your watch back. He: I had it all figured out. She: Well, I'm going in anyway! |