VOL. V, NO. 5

Do you collect weeds? Unusual ones? Like Pall‑Mall, or Salem, maybe Paxton? No, I'm not talking about your creeping charlie or common crabgrass. We have a problem here in our own backyard at Maine: smoking.

"Help wipe out weeds!" should be our watchword. We should cultivate a new breed of individuals. Let's start this year off right with a new crop of kids.

First we must expose these possible smokers to the "sooty" side. Picture this: a girl, a friend of yours, walking down the street dangling a cigarette from her lips. Or a guy, lighting a weed in the washroom, then ditching it because the dean walks in.

Sound like nice kids? They probably are any other time. But now they're yielding to a desire to show‑off‑to say "Look what I got away with." Or perhaps they were lured by an announcement such as this:

Attention human chimneys! Here's a real bargain for you! Ten per cent off all your grades! All you have to do is light up your favorite brand of cigarette here in the personnel office. Absolutely guaranteed to give you a real kick. Right out of school.

Tempting? Maybe. But that's a high price for cigarettes nowadays.

So why don't you farmers wake up? Get rid of those weeds. We have no use for them at Maine West.