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THE OLD ASTROLOGER
Well kiddies, the end of another school year is here. Your old dad's cloud is already drifting towards the land of sun and fun . . . perhaps I'll
Dear
Dear Modine:
I feel that I have been unduly picked on this past month. Feeling that a great wrong was being done, I sent a Iotter to the "ldiotor" of this publication. I felt that my opinion was correct even if the majority of the students attending this "educa- tional institution" are not of the same opinion as I. The editors of the Meteor crucified me by carrying out some of my suggestions. Do you not
think that some sort of apology should be made to me by the editors for their actions?
R. T.
Dear R. T.: No.
Dear Modine:
I don't have any problem. In fact
it is just the opposite. You see, I know that I will be selected as one of next year's counselors. I'm sure that I will make a very good one. But, in order to insure my being the proper kind of counselor. I wonder if you could tell me of any sources of in-
see some of the boys from the old 160 there!
Word has it that a certain cat called Joey has sworn off certain types of entertainment for awhile, at least until he gets contacts.
I've also gotten word that a great many persons are overjoyed to see this year's Senior class go. Perhaps "this was the year that shouldn't have been." Your old Dad has pondered that one quite a bit lately.
My C. I. A. informs me that if a certain girl had showed up at finals at the request of one Frank Booker, the place would have been crawling with LBJ's comedy teom (Secret Service). Now, now Lyndon, you know Barry would never approve! It's a good thing Luci was invited by Frank in- stead of Richard Cowper . . . she might have gotten her ears pulled (good for hunting dogs you know ... what else would he have done with her?). Actually, the now-defunct Quorum Club would have sent the
invitation, but the other day as I was in the famous city of Washington, Lyndon denied the club's charter
member. Quoth L, "BAKER? Baker who?" Oh well, enough for national affairs.
The other day as my cloud was be- ing tossed by the wind, I saw smoke rising from the Columns. Upon closer examination, what appeared to be a fire turned out to be the annual Senior Banquet, with Worth, Taylor, and Toms ignoring the Surgeon- Gen- eral's report. Both 'Boss Vance' and Pasquali Bono were in attendance.
Last issue, Modine and I were told to take vacations by the editor of Rotgut ... er ... I mean the Meteor; because Toms was on the warpath again. By the way, "rotgut" isTom's word, not mine. Anyway, as it turns
out, people like sick humor!
Well kiddies, another year is over.
A class has graduoted and 34 people have left for good. It's all over for some, but not for you and me . . . I'll be waiting for you when you re- turn next year.
What's this? Well, well . .. I've a tear on my sunglasses.
So long,
Your Old Dad.
Modine
formation beneficiol to someone in my position which I could utilize?
Tom G.
Dear G.:
I would suggest reading Emily Post
and making an appointment with the more recent resident of room--on second Main (excuse me-Jett, West wing).
Dear Modine:
It seems that I have recently come
into the spotlight of many who are trying to shoot me down. Recently I felt the urge to speak in Chapel. The wrath of the faculty seems to have descended upon me and I am unduly persecuted. What can I do?
G. B.
Dear G. B.:
It would seem that it might be wise
for you to find some other outlet for your religious inspiration. If your problem persists I would advise see- ing the Chaplain about any open- ings in Virginia Episcopal Theological Seminary.
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