Carthage High School - Carthaginian Yearbook (Carthage, MO)

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DAY L0 A PERFECT DAYhAT C. H. S. OR IT CAN'T HAPPEN HERE Harken unto me, oh gentle reader, and I shall tell you a story. Be it said that all who profess and call themselves realists should discontinue reading my missive at this point for I shall draw upon your imagination to produce this-my extravaganza. Imagine, if you can, a perfect day. It is morning. You are in the arms of Morpheus. As usual the old faithful Westclox sounds its alarm. Strangely enough this raucous sound has a soothing effect upon you and, without the usual thoughts of premeditated murder, you arise! Also your clothes are just where you want them and, when you descend, your favorite breakfast, complete with hot biscuits and flap- jacks, awaits your consumption. Even little brother seems almost human as he graciously permits you to read the fabulous exploits of Superman, before he does. Singing merrily to yourself you continue your happy way to school feeling a new reborn love for nature and fheaven help us!J your teachers. Arriving you find that you have not forgotten your locker key and that the American History you had hoped was lost, actually is. Also, when, during your play- ful experimentations with the fire hose, you proceed to flood the basement, dear old Charley pats you on the back, while chuckling and says: Think nothing of it, son. I was young once myself. Furthermore you arrive at section on time and are able to study for a full fifteen minutes without once being disturbed. When you come to your first hour American History and Miss Irwin disturbs your meditations on Einstein's theory with the question: How many men were killed in the Civil War? you immediately answer, 6,451,373, because that was the number of your Irish sweepstakes ticket. And, while passing from the Manual Arts to the main building, the freshies actually keep on the right side of the walk and you disable only two or three. In English the entire class remains awake during a spirited discussion upon the Ways and Means of Eliminating Smokey Chimneys, while third hour study hall seems like seventh heaven with everyone tiptoeing .around and speaking only when granted permission by Miss Fabyan, who spends the entire period pondering over the easiest method of giving the Student Council complete control of all school activities. At noon you are invited by no less than three fellow inmates to ride home with them in what they laughingly call their cars. At dinner you find to your pleasure that the old man has decided to let you have the family bus after all and you will be able to attend that Saturday night party. Returning to school you win six candy-bars on the punch at the Amaryllis and are able to get out with two whole ones and half of another. Back in section you happily fail to receive that dreaded ultimatum from the office, afterwards learning that the paperwad actually missed Mr. Rice by a good inch and a half. In Chemistry there is such complete silence that you are fully able to enjoy the educational film being shown which is entitled, not How Rayon Is Prepared, but chapter 111 of The Lone Ranger. And too, you succeed in performing all your ex- periments successfully during sixth hour lab., without even denting a test tube. Finally you succeed in conveniently missing seventh hour study' hall and are able to make it to the nearest drug store by four o'clock for your Dr. Pepper. This is merely my idea of a perfect day at C. H. S., but I am sure that no day will ever be a perfect day until guys like me stop writing stuff like this about im- possible subjects like that. --LARRY FLANIGAN.

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