HIGH AC RES C OLLEGIAN
advanced German students. They have all
had the basic courses—at least four
semesters of German--and.are doing fur
ther study in German literature.
The Deutecher Verein sponsors !German
Films and speakers. Twice a month,
its madbers gather around the piano in
Deutsches Haus for a German song fest
lead by Dr. Carl Baumann, Professor of
German and chairman of the department.
Twice a week a luncheon table iS set
aside in one of the college dining halls
for those students who want to talk the
language.
(The German students here at Righaores
are not yet as advanced as these stdr.
dents in California, but some of these
Ideas may be applied here, if enough
students get together to make a go of
it, We might reserve a table in the
cafeteria in the new Student Union
Building once a week, . gather there
for meals, and speak only German.
"THE YOUNGER DAYS"
(The Ist installment in a series
covering the life history of a "Popular
Student" at Highacres. The name of
this student will not be published
because these stories are taken from
his secret diary, which managed to
find its way to our office.)
'Meer Diary,. Mammy told Daddy Yester
day that I tattled to the neighbors
again about those Parties they always
hold in the cellar at the stroke of
midnight. Before Daddy chained me to
the wall, he told me to keep my big
mouth shut or he would take my cigars
away from me for a week. Rata a
meany--depriving a nine-gear -old boy
of his cigars! Before he bolted the
door, he said I talked too much, that
one of these times I tell about the
parties someone would believe mel As
if anybody believed in vampires* And
saying I talked too much! litiht I wouldn't
even talk at all for the first five
lears of my life: I was ashamed for
Mks txt. know I didni-t.hkrze any teeth.
FRIDAY OCTOBER 24 1958
Boys r oan'remember those days.
Mammy a nd Daddy thought I couldn't
understand them. I can just hear
Mawr singing "Coming Through the
!Veit' while Daddy was down in the
cellar, going through the seotch.
Things were blue for hiM 'till we
loosened his collar. They bright—
ened when I showed him my first
report cards with "F" on them.
told him it meant "Phenomenal."' It
wasn't easy to forge his name on
the report card; he couldn't write,
He was proud of me and got me a
gun that shot real bullets• I Ins
the only kid on the block with a
Colt .45. After a week I was the
only kid on the block.
We had a chauffeur then. He saved
lots of money; in two years he was
able to buy himself a seeing--eye
dog. When he drove s the car wob—
bled so much that I never knew
whether the steering was loose or
the driver was tight. That car s
I recollect s didn't have much pow—
er; we had to put it in second to
drive over a cigar butt. (By the
way, cars don't grow on trees, my
teacher said, they come from plants;
Maybe I should ask her if the plants
have their little ones by seeds or
runners.) Having a chauffeur meant
we had money too• In fact s we were
the only people on our street who
put out garbage.
Well, dear Diary, I have to say
"BYellibecause Daddy is coming down
the cellar steps now, and if he
finds out that ilte been using his
red wine for ink, "INDWP.4 I II be
down here another two days.
(Editorts notes The second in this
series, "College High—Lights", will
be found in the next edition of
this paper-if our subject doesntt
find where we hid his diary/)
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Womanpower is the mysterious force
that gets the suit I Am to wear
cleaned and pressed bafore I plan
to wear it. (Sent in bys A. Man)