Moberly Area Community College - Mojuco Yearbook (Moberly, MO)

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,J N 41' its ip I Biff. .-an-L J!! sp ., ... I .gen nggg f sri? LL 1 L :5.1.. 'ii la' 'ififfi' -'asaif---,-seen , , ws , An interview of Sorts With That Man of Destiny, The Honorable Mr. Spohrer .ln- .. I had long wanted to interview Mr. Spohrerg he had often inter- viewed me, asking me such intimate little questions as to why in the heck I didn't get better grades in French, and kidding me to the effect that if I didn't quit throwing chalk at Miss Baker, he'd kick me out of school Ah, we were great pals. I didn't really throw the chalk, anyway, it was an ink bottle I threw. Though at the time, it was rather generally sup- posed that Ernie Schilling threw the chalk, at last, developments proved that Miss Baker, herself, tossed it at David Ogle for necking in class. On the strength of some of the facts just mentioned, I walked noncha- lantly into the Dean's office, tripping over a rug as I entered. Notebook and pencil in hand Qby the way I bought that pencil at the College Inn, and don t think I'm not getting paid plenty for saying soj I boldly began asking questions. Mr. Spohrer,', I quivered, just what do you think of our new building? UAW, nertsf' he replied, as he and his assistant, Mary Louise Smith tangoed out the window. That left me in rather an embarrassing position all alone. So I twiddled my thumbs for about fifteen minutes after which time the Dean and assistant came back. This time I was not to be put olI so easilyg consequently I grabbed Mr. Spohrer by the collar and said, Now look here, Dean, Iilll going to interview you whether you like it or not. Oh, so you want to wrestlef' he returned. So saying he got a half nelson on me and pulled my neck out of place. Therefore, in retaliation, I stuck my tongue out at him and sneered. That seemed to have the -desired effect for he sat down at his desk and knitted his brows. Mary Louise took her sewing off in the corner, and I amused myself by tear- ing up the rug. :Xt that moment Billy Smith came in for an admit slip. The following conversation ensued: I bet I know what you want, coyly said Mary Louise. Oh 0'o on, re Jlied Smith. 7 CJ You're back for another admit slip, aren't you?'y she asked. Oh, go on,', he wittily answered. VVell, we're out of slips today, but you can take that desk over there, she pointed to the one Mr. Spohrer was now asleep on. I'm sorry, Madamf, lied Smith gaily, but I came in here to take a bathg if this is the wrongfroom, all I can sayis, 'Oh, go on. ' With that bit of repartee, he ran from the office. Realizing by this time that if I was ever going to get a sensible in- terview I should have to adopt forceful measures, I got down in front Page S6 :sez V-Mi,