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Many of the jokes in our school have been pronounced libelous by an eminent authority. This so greatly increased their popularity that I'm bound to get something libelous published in the Panther or bust. And what could be a worse libel on some of these sweet little simps than to publish, without expurgation, some of their very own little love notes that have twittered through study hall? How about that famous note of Charlie Ogle's to Louise beginning, "Dearest Sweetheart: Yes, honey you know that I love you --" Can you beat that for slop? On second thougth, I won't give you any more, it might make you sick. And wasn't it amusing that Speedy thought it was one the HE had written?

Some other champion note writers this year have been Ann Nita Perry. You'll find hers scattered like chaff anywhere. Those of Murray to Mary would fill three wastebaskets, but they are too "wet" to burn. Some of Cliff's to Pat are really quite choice reading, also, but say, you've missed a heap if you haven't read some of Doris Ervin's to the "sweetest boy in the world." I gathered up quite a collection from the Fish side, but James Moore's were so sweet they fairly gummed the pages. It would take volumnes to enlarge on the romantic possibilities of this school, but rest assured, I have you all in mind, and what I think - would be censored.

~Contributed

Oh, I'm a romantic fool, and I think Love's swell

But the lovers in this school sure do beat -- oh well.

Haven't you seen Patty smooth Clifford's hair,

And love-sick Speedy swallow sighs of dusty air?

Gosh, wouldn't it drive you mad seeing these innocent babes so sad (Poor Mary)

Over temperamental lover's fits of infant Barrymores?

Say - they've never shot cannons; what do they know of wars?

You may think I'm a cold and passionless son-of-a-gun,

But when I want to witness Lovin', I'll go to a movie and see it done!

Gee whiz, the library's full of notes of history that sizzle.

Why should we be interested in the careless Ogle's slushy dribble?

This dearest boy and angel-child tuff- Phooey!

Of course that dope's all a lot of Hooey.

And these young cherubs? - Oh, gosh, I gotta finish this rhyme.

Why, I've got a date for half past nine!

~Anonymous