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| VOL. IX, NO. 6 |
DECEMBER 15, 1967
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Joan, Santa Reflect Spirit of Christmas |
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| If on the basketball court one happens to run into or accidentally trip a peppy 5'4" framework with flowing brunette hair and flashing brown eyes, she is probably this year's captain of the varsity cheerleaders, Joan Beyer. This year Joan is faced with the problems of all three squads: freshman-sophomore, J.V., and varsity. If there are any problems, she has to solve them and try to keep order. Anything that is said about cheering is said through her. Joan doesn't have to make up the cheers because all the girls on the squad work together. Joan is kept quite busy with Student Council. Right now she is on the Social Committee. Joan is also taking Art III, English IVE, French IV, economics, and physical education, which is her favorite course especially during gymnastics season. When asked how Joan would improve Maine, she gave a typical cheerleader's response, "Have kids be more spirited." Joan advises students to participate and just have fun in school. Her pet peeve is "people who aren't interested in getting involved in school activities." When asked what she liked best about Maine, she responded, "The kids." Joan was elected to the Brotherhood Society and has been on the honor roll. This year she was voted one of the nine most beautiful girls by being nominated to the Homecoming Court. Her most embarrassing moment, Joan revealed, was "the time I was trying to get to church early. I was in such a hurry that I knocked over the font in front of all those people. Did I ever feel like a fool." An outside job takes up even more of Joan's time; but when she does get a few moments of rest, she enjoys swimming, sewing, and going out. Joan hopes to attend Illinois State at Normal and would like to major in specialized education and possibly minor in psychology. |
"And what would you like for Christmas?" That question is recognizable from somewhere. How small one feels sitting on Santa's big comfortable knee with his curly white beard tickling the chin. Those were certainly the good old days; weren't they? Seeing the long line of kids waiting to see jolly old Santa Claus makes me wish I were five years old again. Maybe when I'm finished with my shopping, I'll drop in for a visit-just for old times' sake, of course. "Hi ya, Santa! Remember me? I was the curly-haired little girl who spilled popcorn on your lap back in 1959." "Oh, goodness, yes! How are you? My, you certainly have grown up." "I guess so. How is the Christmas rush going this year?" "Things are coming along just fine. The sleigh is being overhauled right now. The big night isn't far away, you know." "That's right. I still have a lot of shopping to do, too. By the way, how is Mrs. Claus these days?" "She's as happy as a lark about now. Christmas is her favorite holiday. She has put on a little weight since last year, though. I suppose that's all right because I have, too." "Do you remember any Christmas that is your favorite?'' "Yes. As a matter of fact, the Christmas of 1937 was rather enjoyable for me. That was the year I found 8,200 apple dumplings left out for me. They're a favorite of mine, you know." "What other things do you like to find?" "Well, I also have a weakness for sugar cookies and brownies, and sometimes I like a little chocolate syrup in my milk." "How is Rudolph doing this year?" "Well, he had a touch of the flu in October, but he's ready and raring to go now." "I've always wondered whether or not you ever get hurt when you come down the chimney. Do you?" "Who? Me? I never get hurt. Like they say, 'Practice makes perfect.' I've certainly had plenty of practice." "Well, I hate to go, but it's getting late. Do you have any advice for all the kids at home?" "You'd better watch out, better not pout, better not cry, I'm telling you why - Santa Claus is coming to town!" |
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