VOL. 6, NO. 3
OCT. 23, 1964

Lunch period may disclose much meaning
By Jan Bollet

At a certain time in every day, everyone eats a lunch. I'll wager, though, that not many people have realized what a lunch can reveal. When a person sits down at a long, rectangular table and opens a brown paper bag, out comes part of his personality.

The person who sits down and quietly unfolds a neat lunch bag and pulls out a perfectly prepared sandwich with the edges of the lunch meat precisely at the edge of the bread, is a very fortunate student.
 Then again, the student who lays down a crumpled bag and pulls out a half mutilated peanut butter and jelly sandwich, followed by a few smashed cookies, that now are a million crumbs, is the type of student that makes his own lunch. His lunch may not be as appetizing as the other fellow's, but at least he's responsible. We know that he'll make his own lunch rather than go hungry.

Of course, we can't forget the student who buys lunch everyday, always the same thing. The same old hamburger, with the same old french fries and milk, followed by the same old ice cream bar. This student doesn't eat because he likes to eat, he eats because it's his lunch period, and that's what he's supposed to do.