Smyrna times., 1942-09-03
The
What Not Shelf
"Viperl" we Kissed.

He walked into our Office the other
day, bearing an innocent looking
Band-Aide box.
Little man, what have you
there" we asked.
wiper" replied Chuckie.
Nov Sc, hear, Chuckie," we
arched our back and looked stern"
calling people names is unkind
and -"
wiper" repeated Chuck. an
here, indicating the little box.
Poisonous" he announced matter
of-factly. xiii va, he would. Kill
va dead in minnit!"
Where" he swallowed hard,
backing away, Ibid you find such a
thing"
Down at the lake. Jerry Lamb
caught him-and Duck Mood" His
big eyes regarded us calmly. Here,
take look"
The top of the can flew open at
Chuckie's touch, and we had a
quick glance at a small, rather
pretty snake. A very quick glance,
for we made a hasty retreat.
Chuckie eyed us with disgust.
He'd kill va dead, he would"
In spite of such a contemptuous
little look, we were openly relieved
to see that box lid shut Highland
the box itself depart.
- -
This time next week, school will
be in session again, and there will
be the excitement of seeing the
new teachers-a curiosity we have
never outgrown. Six new ones this
year ought to provide considerable
speculation.
We suppose the kids nowadays
are quite accustomed to faculty
changes, and that the thrill of see
ing the new ones is little more than
mild. But century ago, when we
were a giggling schoolgirl, a new
teacher was phenomenon, occa-
sioning great excitement and con-
siderable awe.
The new teacher was studied
with critical, almost hostile intens-
ity. Her clothes (men teachers in
our school days were as scarce as
chinchilla, her speech, her hair, her
manner--all were scrutinized, and,
although we never realized it then,
what it all boiled down to was that
if the new teacher had a sense of
humor, she was mice" If not, she
was "poin in the neck"
Clothes, we remember, made a
big difference to our class. There
was one teacher who, everybody
vowed, wore the same dress for six
months. 1t may be strange CO.
Incidence, but hardly a person in
that class admitted they had learn
ed anything that year. We also
respected dicipline. All well-times
have changed.
1t will be good to have the school
activities start up again. School
is the harbinger of autumn, and
soon the air will be Grip, the leaves
turned, and roast turkey and
pumpkin pie in season.
Oh, Happy Day!
We bumped into two old friends
while in Wilmington last week.
We were just about to step into a
bus, when a voice doomed "Hey,
Babe" Flooding toward us was
Willie Frank, the Man About Town
columnist from the Wilmington
Journal. Willie said how's tricks,
and we said hows tricks-and we
told Willie that if our tricks got
any trickier, we might seek a job
as copy boy in his office, and worry
him.
Fine" shouted Willie. Come
up. Matter of fact-nothing 1
would like better than to be your
Dos"
Our reply to Willie is censored.
A little later, whom should we
bump into but Raymond Elmer
Cornelious Mulderic! This erst-
while Wilmington radio announcer
! is now on a Philadelphia station,
where he calls himself Ray Derry.
THAT is going too far-all this
name whittlin'! Why doesn't he
just get down to Corny-which is
suitable and natural, and cut out
this ray derry derry with a hey
money no!
Anyway, Mudleric told us some
news of the Wilmington Drama
League. They plan to do Blythe
Spirit" this autumn. Mulderic is
playing the spirit.
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