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Show The Commentator One day when we were going to school, we felt very much fed up with books and teachers and while we were in that mood we took time out to gaze out of the window. We saw people working outside; particularly we noticed a fellow gaily whistling while unloading un-loading coal in the school basement. base-ment. How we envied him, out in the fresh air, sleeves rolled up, collar open, enjoying life, free as the wind. Wouldn't it be wonderful wonder-ful to be in his boots. Several years later, on a drizzly drizz-ly October night, already dark tnough not late, we were unloading unload-ing coal in the school building, rather lamenting our plight as the rain dripped down our back. We looked in through the window win-dow and saw students, some studying around tables, some in other parts of the room convers ing with each other, and some m an adjoining room light-heartedly practicing a dance. "The lucky guys!" we were on the verge of exclaiming, just as we remembered looking through the window from the other side once before. Well, the "Big Four" met on the banks of the Wales Reservoir as scheduled, unless our spys double-crossed us. The acting officers of the organization were ol'ficaily sustained by unanimous vote of the members. As to the aim of the club, they decided that would be more evident after the hunting season, individually if not collectively. We may joke about these famous fam-ous characters, and kid them too, but when it comes time to work they are there with the goods and can do their jobs as effectivey and efficiently as any skipper who ever sailed the Seven Seas. HONORABLE PATCHES |