58th Edition
First issue         November, 1920


                                 NOVEMBER, 2011


Trojan Head designed by  
Kermit Ruyle '47

11 Months until

 Reunion 2012



Sept Birthdays
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'64 Judy Jones
'65 Karin Jones
'67 Chas Jones

2012 WHS Club - Membership Drive

Club Application

Keep your membership current.

$10.00 for email
$15.00 for USPS mail
2012 Members
Thanks for your support


The girls ask -
Who could he be?

Story on page 3

St. Louis Cardinals
World Series

Congratulations to our St. Louis Cardinal Ball team for a job well done!

We are looking forward to next  years season!

(click pic to enlarge)










Echoes of Miss Niles En Route from England

by: Sandra (Gibbons) LaRouche '57
6322 Ridge Avenue

It has been said that fragrance best awakens memories. I must believe it because, today, I bet $100 on that concept. I purchased on e-bay, a vintage bottle of London Mist by Herb Farm, the fragrance worn by Esther Niles, WHS's beloved teacher of English, American History and Literature.

Miss Niles was for me and probably many other young women, an example of what a woman could, with education and experience, become. I wanted to be just like her, erudite, well traveled, witty, familiar with current events, the theater, everything.

She wasn't perfect. Who is? She had an unfortunate habit of arranging her slip straps during class while perched with one hip on the edge of her desk. Can you see her in your mind? I can. She had a small but beautiful selection of classic clothes for school. She managed to look cool when we were sweating through un-air conditioned fall and spring classes.

Miss Niles intimidated the hell out of me, but one day I bravely asked her what perfume she was wearing. It was subtle but fresh and sweet. She was surprised that I noticed; I think she was flattered that I asked. She told me that it was Herb Farm's London Mist. She fished a tiny bottle from her real leather purse and put a drop on my wrist. I didn't wash that wrist for days. I never forgot the fragrance. I looked for it for years.

When it was available, I couldn't afford it, although in retrospect, it wasn't that expensive. No one seems to know when the company went out of business. London Mist was definitely hard to find. I like fragrance. I am allergic to many. Avon fragrances contained some ingredient that sent me into a coughing spasm. My aunt and grandmother had the full Avon line. I coughed a lot. The late Kathleen (Bonney) Busalacchi '57 wore Aquamarine by Revlon which had the same effect on me.

My fragrance career started with money saved from baby sitting and then my 65 cents an hour from Kresge's. Charmed by the bottle shape, I bought a bottle of D'Orsay's Intoxication when I was 13. It was my fall and winter scent. In summer I wore Summer Song, a pale green and very light fragrance purchased by the quart, I think, from Walgreen's on the Hodiamont tracks and Easton Avenue.

Unable to find or afford Herb Farm's elusive scent, when I hit 20, I found Guerlain's Shalimar and, with a few digressions, have worn it the rest of my life.

One long-dead beau had been told by some personal shopper that Chanel No.5 was the perfect gift. He gave me a lot of it. My first husband on our first Christmas together in 1962 gave me Cabochard by Gres perfume because he liked the gray velvet bow on the bottle. In French Cabochard means 'stubborn' or 'headstrong'. Little did he know, or perhaps he did know, my true nature.

Since Shalimar by Guerlain's became my "signature fragrance" I have smelled like a vanilla cookie for the greater part of my life. It worked well for me, however, some years it was the only gift I got for Christmas--from everyone. It's hard to look surprised when that happens. At one time I could have opened my own store I had such a stock of it, but now it is all gone, except for a seemingly endless supply of dusting powder.

Like most of us, Shalimar changed over the years. The Shalimar I wore when I was 22 isn't what's sold today when I am 72. Many classic fragrances have been reformulated using more chemicals and less of whatever it was that made them what they were. True vintage unopened Shalimar perfume sells for over $500 a half ounce on e-bay and other sources.

So now, in one furtive click of the mouse, I have blown the budget on this very old bottle of London Mist by Herb Farm, the signature scent of Esther Niles. It will be sent from England. I can't believe that I have invested $96.87 on a wispy, at best, memory; and yet my nose can hardly wait. I'll let you know how I smell when the London Mist blows in.

Postscript: The beat up box arrived carefully packed; the sale price tag on the box--$3.50. The bottle was full of a pale yellow liquid which had very little or no fragrance. I looked at that bottle for about a week, then packed it up and sent it back to the seller, asking them to give me a small credit. They did not. Some memories just should be left untouched.



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    How do you store your pictures?   Framing, scrapbooking or storing them in shoeboxes? With the advent of digital photography, there are several options for sharing the photos you love, making them last a good, long time: You can either: Email,  scan  or use US Postage (If photos are to be returned, please include return US Mail postage.)            

 Jimmy Russell, Jack Schlieker & Myron Stuart at their 8th grade graduation. The first two continued their education, graduating WHS in '45 - Myron Stuart moved away, attending a different
Jimmy's picture is top (R) - Jack's lower (R)

Some friendships are like passing ships in the ocean - they just drift a part but not these three fellows on the right. They have been friends since entering high school their freshmen year in 1941 - 70 years ago - and still meet for lunch!  They still love talking about the good 'ol days

L-R: Pete Briscoe '45, Bill Braucksieker '45 and Jim Shaw '45

Bill Braucksieker         Jim Shaw


Class of 1961
Celebrates their
50th Class Reunion

Click picture to view names

The class of 1961 celebrated their 50th reunion starting with a mixer at sport café in Bridgeton on Saturday September 17th followed with a luncheon Sunday September 18th at Bogey Hills Country Club in St. Charles, MO.

37 people attended. Some arriving from out of
State and the others locally. Mike Smith was emcee while many others shared lots of memories of days gone by. It was a joyful weekend with everyone visiting and renewing friendships. A biography booklet with their classmates’ history was given as a memento of the affair. 
Needless to say a good time was had by all.

There are many willing to work---and many willing to let them.



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By Bill Eggert '56
1706 Glenchort

Good job on the August (my middle name by the way) issue of the FLASHLIGHT.

Those 5 lads in front of Wellston Jr High School on the hill, look very familiar too.

What I’m finally breaking down and writing you about is, Joyce (Perkins) Sudbeck’s (WHS ’53) experience (article) at Wellsmar grade school.

I also attended Wellsmar grade school in the 40s and I’m familiar with many of the teachers. Mr. Reams (our principal) was in the army during WW II and returned sometime in 1945 or 1946.

Orvus Harry and I had the opportunity to meet him first hand, almost immediately upon his return, when we took an extended lunch break and went out to explore the local area. It was such a beautiful day, it sure beat sitting in a boring class room.

Mr. Reams had been wounded and walked with a very pronounced limp.

Our first grade teacher was Mrs. Randall and a really sweet and patient old woman. Mrs. Hanlin was the second grade teacher and I had no issues there. The third grade teacher’s name slipped through the ever widening gap in my long term memory. However, the one we all feared the most was, the “TERROR OF 4th GRADE”, Mrs. Tillet.

That’s when I finally learned that my real name is William. She called the roll and got to me and I ignored her when she called out “WILLIAM”, then once more for the whole lower floor (all 3 grades) to hear. Then she marched over to me and asks me if I knew my name. I said, “YES, it’ Billy”. That’s all I had ever been called and as far as I was concerned, I was\am Billy Jr.

As far as the severe punishment goes, I did my time in the coat room on numerous occasions. Not a bad place, but you don’t learn much sitting in there. I couldn’t settle down in class and I disrupted the others, or so it says on my awful report cards. I haven’t changed much from those days, I’m happy to say.

I do remember one outstanding event of teacher abuse however.

The scene is Mrs. Bagby’s 5th grade class room upstairs. Bill Zimmerman was sitting in front of her desk and when she wasn’t looking fired a spit ball with a rubber band at Douglas Elam in the back of the room. Doug chewed up a juicy one and fired it at Bill and an ever alert Bill, saw it coming and ducked. Yep, you guessed it. It smacked Mrs. Bagby right betwixt the peepers. She looked at Doug while he was still holding the  afore mentioned launching device, in his little dirty, guilty hands.

Doug looked at her and gave her an ear to ear, Academy Award winning grin and quick as a flash, she busted a yard stick over his head. Doug only laughed and that was like gasoline on a wild fire. Zimmerman spent the rest of the day under her desk, after Doug implicated him in the heinous ongoing crime spree.

Other than that Mrs. Lincoln, “the play was pretty dull”. I’m sure Mr. Reams gave Doug’s posterior a thorough going over with the paddle that he had hanging on his wall, either that, or Doug is really good at singing soprano opera. We all just kinda laughed. Doug was funny that way. Always looking for attention.

Bill Eggert '55
1706 Glenchort

Orvus Harry '55

Bill Zimmermann '55


Again someone from the class of '65 sent the ladies a surprise in the mail. The last gift sent after reunion 2006 was a bracelet this time it's a corncob pipe with a note that reads:

"In the spirit of Tom Sawyer, Becky Thatcher and Huckleberry Finn it was great sharing a part of your growing up years. Hope you are well and happy and have as many good memories of us as we do of you. And, in the spirit of MAMMY YOAKUM (ya know, L'il Abner) it's the time of life to kick back in a comfortable rocking chair on a sunny front porch and enjoy a pipe full of good memories....but not tobacco.....or anything else from the sixties!!!!

From your old friends of the Class of '65 -
Our good fortune to have been your classmates."

                                                                                        Signed:             Boys, men, lunatics of '65

Will the girls of '65 ever figure out who this mystery man is? Stay tuned........

Lunch Memories

I also have a story about Bennett's Grill next to Wellston High School. I took a bus (or walked) from home and got to the school very early and went to Bennett's and always had toast and hot chocolate (I remember it was very inexpensive.) Always did shorthand homework during that time because there never seemed to be enough time at night. I was always cheering for a game or playing some after school sport and then by the time I got home all the way on Suburban, it was too late to do homework. (Always had shorthand .) It seemed to be my home away from home. The owners were so nice to the students. Don't know how they survived if they had to rely on student business, but they were there for several years.    Peg (Taylor) Carnes class of l957


Needing a pass in order to go home for lunch!
                             Billie (Smith) Toeniskoetter - '47

The longer truth is avoided---the more difficult it becomes to act in accordance with it.






Nominations are being accepted for officers (president, secretary/treasurer) and (5) trustees for Reunion 2015. If you are interested in any of these positions or if you know someone who would like to work on the next reunion, please send in their name.

The existing officers and trustees have done an excellent job producing awesome and memorable reunions in the last years but now they would like to step down and let others take over with new and different ideas. They are turning in their resignations effective after the Reunion 2012 but will give help to the new group (if needed). 

If you would like to volunteer or maybe you know someone who would make a good officer or trustee, send us an email.  Don't let our organization die.  We have worked hard to reunite our alumni. There is a database with all pertinent information such as names, addresses, phone  numbers, email addresses, etc. We hope all of the efforts from the past years will not be lost. 

Ballots will be sent to WHS 2011 Club Members and 2006 Guarantors later this year.  Election results will be announced at Reunion 2012. 

2011 Picnic in Review
by Judy (Hagan) Frasca '73

On October 15, friends and family came together in Laurel Park in St. Peters, MO for the Second Annual Wellston Picnic. This year there was a little nip in the air that kept many from coming out. We missed seeing you. Those of us who did attend, had a wonderful and memorable day. For many, this is the only chance they will get to see one another until next year at the picnic.
Pictured above: L-R Janice Cook '72, Shirley Lemons '73 Loetta Price '73, Kathy Giddens '73, Judy Hagan '73, Linda Price '75, Mary Beth Keller '73, Sharon Denton '73.

This year we had about seventy people coming and going throughout the day. Not a bad turnout  for a chilly day. We had alumni represented from classes 1948 (Ted Duncan) to 1979 (Donna Hunter), and the rest of us in between.

Once we started laughing, sharing stories, old and new with our friends, suddenly I was that same high school kid I was so very long ago. As I sat with my old friends, remembering then and sharing now, my friends looked exactly as they did then. It was like I was looking into the same young faces that stood in the school yard. It makes me wonder if that’s true for any of the rest of you.
L - R: Dora Penilton '67, Judy Carpenter '67, Mike Cole '67, Danny Stevens '67, Sandi Meyer '67

Year books and old photos are a record of all of our friendships, many at their beginning. The new photos are a continuation of their stories, telling of how timeless these friendships are. Thanks to everyone who took and shared their photos with us this year.

Eric Pirtle (L) and Craig Percell (R) grabbed a guitar and treated us to a little live entertainment under the pavilion. Now that was an unexpected treat. Thanks guys!

Next year our picnic is being planned for Sunday, October 7th. With so many people being in town for Reunion 2012, we hope to have a huge turnout for the picnic. We seem to have had some difficulty with the email address for the picnic, so I have a new one. I would like to ask each of you to send an empty email to [email protected], so you can be added to the address book for next year.

As all of you know, our picnic is paid for with small donations collected at the picnic by those in attendance. I would like to say a special thank you to Ron Silver '57, who for the last two years has sent a check in support of our picnic. Thank you Ron Silver! Your generosity is much appreciated.

Looking forward to seeing all of you next year! Mark your calendars now and save the date!

Some enter a room as, "Here I am"---others as, "There you are."



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                             November, 2011



Our Wellston Trojan

Classmates Remembered List
Rest in Peace



Rosemary Hagar '44


Mary Jane Houston '42

Bill Clark '45

Approx 3 yrs ago

J. L. Moody, Phd, my 8th grade science teacher, and coach of our basketball team died this past Monday, everyone loved him, he later went on to be the business manager at WHS, and then superintendent of the Ritenour School District. 
Sandy (Hague) Helmich '59
6354 Hobart


Nov 1


Jack z

Maurice O'Leary '45
Kathy Erwin '62

Nov 16


Gerry Siress '63
Don Siress '63
Jimmy Bennett

Nov 25

Loretta Gatlin '55
Larry Turner '60
Judy Carpenter '67

Nov 3

Nov 4


Shirley Waller '58

Betty Boxdorfer '55
Nancy Moellering '58
Elaine Zubiena '61

Nov 19

Nov 20


Ron Taylor '57

Eugene Torrence '42
Ken Hughes '54
Don Taylor '61

Nov 26

Nov 27

Robert Smith '48

Jerry Slatton '57
Joe Slatton '57
Schowengerdt '63

Nov 6

Nov 7

Nov 10

Jasper Lauria '55

Connie Fuller '55

Neville Brindley '57
Terry Hatridge '57

Nov 22

Nov 24

Ben Difani '47
Patricia Parker '50

Dottie Holland '54

Nov 28

Roby Watson '43
Dave Worful '62

Nov 11

Nov 14
Harold Stewart '46

Barbara Prater '64


A lot is being planned for the alumni in 2012. Our all alumni ‘Reunion 2012’ will be held in October starting with the mixer on Friday, dinner/dance Saturday night and picnic on Sunday which is always a lot of fun.

Your reunion committee is working hard and planning many surprises for you again this year. They try to keep them interesting and different each  time.  Importantly, pricing will be kept the same as in ’06 and ’09! The same low discounts for "early-bird" commitment will be offered again as a thank you for helping them out with working capital.

The last committee meeting was held at the home of JoAnn (Williams) Croce '60. Attending was:
Standing L-R: Carol Beeman ’60, Phyllis Crouch ’62, Larry Turner ’60, Donna Copeland ’54, Jim Shaw ’45, Sandy Hague ‘59
Sitting: Sharon Narrell ’57 and Mary Kay Parker ’56.





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By Barbara (McMorris) Moore '53 (deceased)

It was in the mid-1960s that I applied at Normandy High School, in St. Louis County, Missouri for the job of driving one of their big, yellow school busses. I was so excited when I received the phone call asking me to report to personnel to fill out paperwork and schedule my physical. I had made it and I was ecstatic. I hadn’t worked outside the home in quite a while so I wasn’t certain I would even be considered. I thought it would be the perfect job. My schedule would work in coincide with my eleven-year-old daughter’s class schedule. I couldn’t have found anything much better, or, so I thought. Further into the job, I wondered what in the world ever made me think that school bus driving would be the “ultimate” job. What was I thinking?

 On a bulletin board, in the Normandy High School bus garage, was a carefully hand-lettered sign which read: “All the world admires a man with the courage to enter a cage with a dozen lions - except a school bus driver.”  Whoever said that certainly said a mouthful.


Why, then, would an apparently intelligent adult willingly “cage” themselves up those wild creatures commonly known as High School and Jr. High School students, six times a day, five days a week? Wouldn’t lion taming have been a whole lot easier?

Granted, there were advantages to driving a school bus. Not many, I must say, but a few. The hours were ideal for a mom, like me, who had children in school since I was free to be at home with her on holidays, snow days, and on Easter break. It eliminated the need for asking help from grandma, neighbors, or a babysitter. It was also nice to be there when my daughter came home from school, as my last bus run was finished before her bus dropped her off at the corner.

 It also allowed me to run through the routine of mundane household chores during the hours between bus runs. This relieved the pressure of having to push chores into evenings and weekends when everyone was home.

 If asked, I am sure some of my fellow drivers would have explained their reasons for driving a bus with platitudes such as:

“Being with young people keeps me young.”
“I love children.”
“I enjoy driving.”
“I don’t know how to do anything else.”
“The people I work with are so nice.” or even,
“It’s an easy way to make a buck.”

 All of these reasons may seem, at least on the surface, to be valid. However, in my opinion, they were pure tripe!

Another underlying motive, I suspected, is that there was an element of women’s liberation movement involved. Women bus drivers took tremendous pride in the fact that statistics proved them to be, by far, safer drivers than men. The women went on and on about those statistics to the male drivers, at every opportunity,. Men were much more chauvinistic back in the sixties than before the women rebelled and demanded equal rights and chose to totally ignore those statistics.

 Let’s face it - driving anything as big as a school bus was just plain hard work. Have you ever attempted to maneuver a forty-five foot vehicle through a four o’clock, rush-hour, and traffic jam while seventy-three screaming, foul-mouthed adolescents plan World War III over your right shoulder? Let me tell you, it wasn’t easy and certainly not for the faint of heart.

 During these “frantic” moments, the emotional see-saw tilted from anger to panic, back to anger, to hysteria, and, if you were lucky, you might make it back to sanity before the run was ended.

 I remember sitting amidst this chaos and saying to myself, “Wouldn’t it be easier to tame lions, instead?”

Giving opens the way---for receiving.



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by: Roger Noon '62 | FLASHLIGHT REPORTER
(6418 Mount Avenue)

Taking a page out of David Letterman’s late nite program called “Top 10” I offer to you the following reasons why you should seriously consider coming to the 2012 WHS Reunion-

1.     1: (How Are You Doing?) Have you looked in the mirror lately? How long has it been since your “graduation” from our alma mater? Do you think the other people in your graduating class might look something like you by now as well? The only way you can know is up close and personal.

2.    2: (Health?) How’s your health? Can you still stand up…walk…talk…and think? Who knows what may happen next year, or the year after that? It may be your last time to see people that shared four or less years in your life at High School. Surely, there are people you would like to see again before you read an obituary about them?

3.    3: (Maturity with Age!) We are at the stage where we can share life experiences and compare them with our High School years. How did our lives continue what we started in High School, how did it differ and why? And just what have the “others” been doing in the meanwhile?

4.     4: (Retirement Benefit?)  It would seem that a good number of us former grads may be “retired” by now. Understanding how grandchildren take oodles of time and whatever extra activities may take more time and deplete our energies more than before, it would seem we could “squeeze” out a little time to attend.   

5.     5: (Money Isn’t Everything!) We are all in the business these days of counting our financial worth in terms of Social Security checks, pensions, part time jobs or checking the papers for the ups and downs of investments on Wall Street.  It would be hoped you could gather a little bit of that financial largesse you may have and invest it in some food, fun and friends.

6.     6: (Geography-I know where you live! )It may be safe to say that approximately 80% of WHS grads live within a 150 radius of St. Louis. Unless you get carsick after 50 miles; have no means of transportation other than bus; or have sold your car and now live in an institution, you could be driven by some kind heart who loves and appreciates you!

7.     7: (Antiques Road Show!) As an amateur historian, I have been fascinated with the memorabilia that has been on display at these reunions. To see how your grad year matches up with grad years of the past has been well worth the attendance and the time given to peruse the materials which have been lovingly saved by others.

8.     8: (Reunions-Bah Humbug!)  Some people may not have had the best 4 years of their lives in High School for whatever reasons. This would be a good opportunity to create new memories and put the past in perspective. We all said and did stupid things in school and we have learned and grown wiser from them (I hope!). 

9.     9: (Getting to Know You?)  Not only do I like to meet my classmates and those associated with my years at Wellston, but to get to know other classes and people I hadn’t known to get their take on school, the teachers, the times, etc. There are some fascinating stories to be told and heard! Thanks to the Flashlight, we are learning more about them. Wouldn’t it be great if a Don Carter, Norm Siebern or some other professional notable who graduated from WHS would come and we meet them in person? 

10. 10: (Are You Listening?) We are all partial to the music we grew up with. Nothing was quite like it. The memories they bring back can be sublime. It’s not too often we get to hear them because they are considered too “old” to play these days. But we can hear them again (at least some of them) when we get together. And each time I plan to come to a reunion I think of that piece of music in high band called “American Patrol?” and start moving my hands as I would have on the trombone in playing it. Funny how things like that can be just a current as it was years ago? Maybe it is for you as well. 

Hope to see you there?                                   Roger Noon '62 

Wellston High School Flashlight
 shining a light on our traditions, our history and our future


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                               NOVEMBER, 2011

Bill Voos (’48)
Sandy (Gibbons) LaRouche ’57
JoAnn (Williams) Croce ’60
Bea McBride '66

Mary Kay (Parker) Morse '56

Jim Shaw '45

Joe Hunter '54
Gloria (Schwenk) Turner '59
Larry Turner '60
JoAnn (Williams) Croce '60
Phyllis (Crouch) Russom '62

Buzz Book
Pat (Miner) Slatton '62

ClassMates Remembered
Carol (Beeman) Hathaway '60

WHS Alumni Club
P.O. Box 774
O'Fallon, MO 63366

Phone  636-696-4693


[email protected]


Email address are available online:

Reconnect to your class friends and neighborhood playmates.
If you would like to be listed send us a note!


The Goldberg Brothers -
The Inventors of the Automobile Air Conditioner.

Here's a little factoid for automotive buffs or just to dazzle your friends.

The four Goldberg brothers, Lowell, Norman, Hiram, and Max, invented and developed the first automobile air-conditioner. On July 17, 1946, the temperature in Detroit was 97 degrees.

The four brothers walked into old man Henry Ford's office and sweet-talked his secretary into telling him that four gentlemen were there with the most exciting innovation in the auto industry since the electric starter.

Henry was curious and invited them into his office. They refused and instead asked that he come out to the parking lot to their car.

They persuaded him to get into the car, which was about 130 degrees, turned on the air conditioner, and cooled the car off immediately. The old man got very excited and invited them back to the office, where he offered them $3 million for the patent.

The brothers refused, saying they would settle for $2 million, but they wanted the recognition by having a label, 'The Goldberg Air-Conditioner,' on the dashboard of each car in which it was installed.

Now old man Ford was more than just a little anti-Semitic, and there was no way he was going to put the Goldberg name on two million Fords. They haggled back and forth for about two hours and finally agreed on $4 million and that just their first names would be shown.

And so to this day, all Ford air conditioners show --
Lo - Norm - Hi - Max
-- on the controls.

Only in America
......do drugstores make the sick walk all the way to the back of the store to get their prescriptions while healthy people can buy cigarettes at the front.

 .....do people order double cheeseburgers, large fries, and a diet coke.
 ......do banks leave vault doors open and then chain the pens to the counters.
 ......do we leave cars worth thousands of dollars in the driveway and put our useless junk in the garage.
......do we buy hot dogs in packages of ten and buns in packages of eight..
.....do they have drive-up ATM machines with Braille lettering.

Why the sun lightens our hair, but darkens our skin?
Why can't women put on mascara with their mouths closed?
Why don't you ever see the headline 'Psychic Wins Lottery'?
Why is 'abbreviated' such a long word?
Why is it that doctors call what they do 'practice'?
Why is lemon juice made with artificial flavor, and dishwashing liquid made with real lemons?
Why is the man who invests all your money called a broker?
Why is the time of day with the slowest traffic called rush hour?
Why isn't there mouse-flavored cat food?
Why didn't Noah swat those two mosquitoes?
Why do they sterilize the needle for lethal injections?
You know that indestructible black box that is used on airplanes? Why don't they make the whole plane out of that stuff?!
Why don't sheep shrink when it rains?
Why are they called apartments when they are all stuck together?
If con is the opposite of pro, is Congress the opposite of progress?
If flying is so safe, why do they call the airport the "terminal"?

Send in Your Story! Let us know where you’ve been and what you’ve done with your life.  Everyone loves a good story – what better reading then about someone you know!! 

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