New Page 1 >Re: yellow cords, I've already mentioned this somewhere but some of you won't have seen it..................

Jay Quinn was expelled for 3 days (as I recall it) because he painted a fig leaf in a strategic frontal location. Mr. Rutherford wasn't amused. I bet Si P. was but had to maintain the appearance of propriety.>

[Dr. Lewis G. Pringle] 

From: JOSEPH B. BARTON [mailto:[email protected]]
Sent: Tuesday, November 14, 2000 1:53 PM

R.E. Carmichael wrote:

My recall of the day is painting our senior cords.  I know this was a topic of discussion on the WHS board, and also GHS, I believe--however We did not get into telling what some of the things we painted were. I told the story of Lanny Baber W-57 getting kicked out for painting "Cave of the Winds" on his backside. How about some of your stories???? Bob W-57

PS--There are tragic stories like the one I heard from little Bradley Barton.  Bradley says, "We were too poor for me to own a pair of senior cords. I had to walk 22 miles ea way to school and back. When I got home I had to do all the chores, then work a night shift at the Quaker Maid. I had to pay for my own work clothes, feed the starving children in Europe, and then there was that expense I incurred on Cherry Street, but they let me pay that off on time. It's stories like this one that make us know how fortunate we really were.


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Little Bradly here,
Bob was mostly correct concerning my tragic story. Twenty-two miles to school and back was right, BUT it was up hill BOTH WAYS! Yes, I did work night shift at Quaker Maid: I was on the high speed conveyor line, picking fly poop out of the black pepper. (I had good hand / eye coordination) I provided child support for a large number of starving children in Europe. (Never trust a lawyer) And my Cherry Street expense payments were accomplished by working for a well known Chineese hand laundry in the town of Toad Hop who had exclusive contract with the establishments on Cherry Street. BTW: I thrive on sympathy.