The Highacres collegian. (Hazleton, PA) 1956-????, December 05, 1958, Image 4

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    H IGHAC RES COLLEGIAN
'WILKES CLUB INVITES HIGHACRES STUDENTS
The Psychology-Sociology Club and the
History Club of Wilkes College has
cordiilXy invited our students to attend
their second annual Robert Holly Hop.
I will be held in Wilkes College
gymnasium on December 5, There will be
continous dancing from 9-120
Music will be provided by the "Blue
Notes," a six—piece orchestra,
The dance will feature "low overhead"
with admission set at only 50 cents.
So cgo and enjoy yourself. Refreshments
will be served*
There will be. surprise entertainraenty
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CHALLENGE PROBLEM No.II
A prime nester is an integer that is'
divisible only by itself and 'pity.
Thus 5 is a prime, but 6-.42x3 J* not.
Prove that there are an infinite
number of primes P of the form:
PN,N 2 t.
For example, 5 =2 2 +
1, 17 =4 2 1 , 1, eta.
Rewards One complete set of the
Encyclopedia Brittannicao
Leave solution in mail box of, or
communitrate to, Prof. A. Herschfeld.
POEMAO4 6 • ... 'POEMS. ••••• ..#4,POEMS
0 Prises Stiles
Some will wake
S but most will sleep
. We never learn
. We only weep
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° POST NO BILLS
T• NANCE
Tcu full of tears for
too full of deaths to
and if the world burn
and thru
Nhat care I s whist care
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I've never been loved.
But s ea ch day s
I go my way,'
Quickly,
Quielly,
Surely.
When all is still,
Nhen night is quiet,
I again,
Lose myself
In the deep black bowe
Of the night.
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Last night,
My good friend, John,
Said good—bye to Mary,
Last night,
Forever
And forever
And forever
And a day
Or two more«
I must speak to
My good friend, John
Tomorrow
Or tomorrow,
Or tomorrow,
Or the day
Lfter next'
Nhatts he thinking abo
ANYWAY?
*.*.*.*.*.***.*,*.***.
It died
Last night—
The love you gave me
All in a word,
The word I hate,
When all is still,
When night is quiet,
I think of you,
What might hare been,
I died a little last n
Too.
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FRIDAY