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Show TOM FOOLERY. . . If Mayor Madsen is worried about what he's going to do with his spare time come January when he's slated to doff the title, "hizzoner," and slip into something more comfortable, we'd be only too pleased to have him join our staff as a proof reader. Twice in as many weeks his sharp eyes have spotted errors on our front page almost before we got the papers to the post office. We figure if he could drop into the shop, say just before press time, and give our little dream child the once over, it might come through with fewer unsightly birthmarks than have heretofore characterized its delivery. Radio's influence shows up in the darndest places and oftener than not in a manner which leaves us downright envious. Latest example of radio's insidious infiltration is in the names selected by students at North Sanpete junior high school tor their newly installed activity ciuds about which the Pyramid carried a story last week. One of the clubs, for instance, goes by the name Le-mac, Le-mac, which as any astute radio listener can tell you is Camel spelled backwards and a word tossed around fr quently on a certain cigaret quiz program about which -refuse to give you any further clues. f 1 Another of the clubs is called the Stoopnagels, obviously obvi-ously named after the members' favorite comic vho is a regular broadcaster. Our feelings are injured and we can't see vhy at least one of the clubs didn't give the working press a nod by choosing a refined old name like Dimaryp Pyramid spelled spell-ed backwards. It's probably only nostalgia, but it seems to us that in our club-joining days names were chosen with somewhat more dash and imagination than kids are using today. Our first loyalty at age 7 belonged to an outfit known as the "A Street Ragamuffians". You had to sign your name in blood to get into that one. Later we pledged our all to the "Bicycle-Platformers Club." In order to belong you had to own an Iver-Johnson bicycle with a New Departure brake. Our clubhouse was a platform built in a garage which belonged to the father of one of the B-P members. The organization was disolved rather suddenly one day when our president stepped through the canvas top of a convertible Cadilac which was parked beneath the platform. plat-form. If your having trouble trying to decide what to be thankful for this year, here's a suggestion. lust be thankful thank-ful that your name isn't Maj. Gen. Bennett E. Meyers. The General probably spent Thursday wishing he were as dead as the turkeys which graced American tables on Thanksgiving Day. |