Jean Ivey 3B
English 3D
March 4, 1936
Such brilliance as was gazed upon in the assemblies, week of February 24, when the "pride and joy", the "apple of good old Catonsville's eye" (i.e., the Honor Roll and Merit List), was exhibited to us poor mortals who somehow or other had remained in the 70% of saddened intellectuals (?) because of an average of below "C or above".
It seems that the students of Catonsville are bound to be reformed by their elders (teachers, preachers, parents), by hook or by crook. Who has not noticed the "stick man", opposite Mr. Maher's door, who raises a commanding hand and preaches the doctrine, "Avoid saying git and ain't." Who could miss, "Walk, don't run", "Single file please", and other such signs that are for the betterment of the younger generation?
February has a wealth of puddles. It is a Utopia for those who "paddle in puddles with delight." There is a puddle in every yard, and who would want to dispute the fact that, regardless of position, size, color, and other such well-known physical properties of puddles (especially February puddles), they are common property. Why there is even a most convenient puddle that covers the school grounds, which I would say was most Utopian, as it is the common property of all school children, teachers, minors, adults, and tax payers. The smallest toddler up to the most dignified, imposing adult may paddle in this puddle with the greatest of freedom, completely free from the fear of finding that some grouchy individual owns it. Also, for those who like privacy from the "mob", there are the various lesser puddles in the driveway, on the parking lot, on Bloomsbury ave., on the cafeteria steps, & in fact across the short cut.
When else than in February could a puddle paddler be so supremely happy? You say April? Of course, April has its puddles. But they are mere rain water puddles. Not half so exciting as snow water puddles. April puddles do not freeze over after sundown, either. So, all things considered, February is the month of snow, thaw, and the zenith of the puddle-paddlers' year.
I understand that the sales appeal of the coughdrop has gone up considerably since Mr. Maher's drive for the third year dues has started. What I want to know is why the hoarseness among certain treasurers continues in spite of coughdrops?
Minnie Pennyfeather