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

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is :rm :vez-. :arm :sum :rm of the Dean and pleaded tearfully, Please, please, Mr. Spohrer, old boy, I have a family to support, everything depends upon your cooperation. He said joyfully, Sure, I'1l give you a corking interview now. At last I was to receive what I'd come for. I-Ie began: The school appears to' be a pretty well constructed, er- edifice to me. Of course now it's just a frame structure-7' Pardon me, I interrupted, 'ibut I believe the er- edihce is built of brick. - VVell, I hadn't noticed, you see, all my time is taken up keeping Sterling Lochead and Pauline Ginther apart in the halls. Anyway my office is kinda perty wit all the chippendale furniture. Sir, that's not chippendale furnitureg thatls Irlenry Sth or maybe Biern1an's, I forcefully declared. You,ll have to overlook that little errorg I rarely ever get down to my office. The school board has a party almost every night, and you can understand what condition Iilll in the day afterf, Is it that kind,of a party F I asked, as I nudged him. Heh, heh, continued the Dean, slightly embarrassed, we do sort of step out now and then. But don't get the wrong ideag I really am in- terested in the school welfare. IVhy, I guess I read about the college affairs every day in the papers. Then, too, my secretary keeps me well informed upon the things I don't read about. I do my part for old Chicago U, all rightf' Chicago U ? I repeated, XYhy, why, for heax'en's sake, man, this is I-Iar-, er, Ya -well I've forgotten myself, but I know it's not Chicago U I ought to knowpwhat school I'm the Dean ofg anyway, we'll look it up to make sure. So saying, he called for Miss Smith, she had gone out to play catch with some of the boysg however, he got out some old papers, himself, and began perusing them. After a moment his face lit up with a slight sign of recognition, By Jove, boy, we were both wrong, this is the Moberly junior College. It sure is funny how one can forget things. But to continue with the original thought, this school J has all the earmarks of being a huge success. IVe have the Black Oakers fx ' Club, the school paper, the Fall Festival, the mixed chorus under Mr. ' Cleeton, the debating Team coached by Miss Adams, and our athletic ,, x group under the tutelage of, er- Miss Dossey. Now if you'll pardon me Q w a moment, I hear someone knocking on the window. It's probably the -f school board! they come out all the time to play cards. KKVQQKQZQ I shook the great man's hand respectfully and walked out with the 'AAT feeling that I had interviewed one of the greatest men of today. As I iQ3j U '0 L arrived on the lawn he playfully took a few shots at me, he missed, if though, so I went on home happily, thinking how lucky I was to be a student at M. LI. C. I Page 87 yx ?2 I 9 3 9 D J' .- Q 9 L YW, VV ff 'x 3 ul AW fb I

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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,

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