311 NEW STUDENTS ENTER THIS TERM - The Lowell

TWO TIIK I.OWKI.I. WKDNF-SIIAY. NOVH.MI1EK 19. 1911
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PublUhwl by tha A«*>clat«l Studtftita
of Lotrall High School
I'M Uayra Strwt, San Francisco.
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LOWELL. CUU.EDITION STAFF
EDITOR.... . IM.; SULLIVAX. L3-106
Managing Editor. —Mildred Kicfor, 13-214
Feature Editor «_——George Ross, H3-139
Sports Editor.__..Stanf:ord. Rosenberg, L4-138
News Editors. ....Edna Lnjrorio, L4-J31
Joseph San Felipe, L3-J09
Circulation Bruce Williams, IH-220
Reporteis Students of Journalism I Classes
Football and e CW£ey--A'o Bombs;
Thai's Our American tjhant
Thanksgiving Day I'm going to get up
early.
There won't be theroarof bombers overhead
to waken me. 1 know mother, dad,
and my brother will greet me at breakfast
—they weren't called out during the iiight
to fight incendiary bomb fires or aid in
digging out the wounded buried beneath
wrecked homes.
I'll read the newspaper—a newspaper
that is free to give the truth—a newspaper
that gives me the information from
which I form my own opinion on any happening.
I'll go to a game at Kezar where young
men will be playing a football game. Over
the loud speaker a voice will probably say.
"Fifty thousund spectators here today." I
connect this number with a voice I heard
over the radio the other night that announced,
not 50,000 cheering spectators,
but 50,000 "killed and wounded" on a war
front.
Perhaps my team will win—perhaps
not. It's all in fun, anyway. Points, not
lives, decide the victor.
After the game, I'll go home. We'll
have a big turkey dinner. There are no
ration cards. The lights burn brightly—
there is no blackout.
This, you zee, is America, and today is
Thanksgiving. —A Lowell Student.
Stuff and Things
"What make* you think 'hv'it a photographer'*
daughter?"
"Because her system Is to nit in a dark room
and await development*."
—L—
Uxe Malpnlure Shaving Cream—no brush, no
lather, iiu nib In, no soap, no box, no nothin'—
just blood.
— Is—-
Little Boy: "Say, mister—let me have six
of those diaper*."
Clerk: "Here you arc. sonny. That'll IK?
ninety cent* for the diapers and two com* for
the tax."
Little Boy: "The heck with the tax; my
mother uses safety pins."
Sergeant: "Did you nhuve this morning?'*
Recruit: "Yes. air."
Sergeant: "Well, tomorrow stand a little
closer to the razor." —U—
Houwwjfe (to garbage mnn); "Am I loo
late for the trarhaice?**
Garbage Man: "No ma'nm; Jump right in."
—L—
Small Boy: "Dad, in Rotterdam n bad word?"
Dad: "Why no. son. It's the name of a city."
Small Hoy: "Well, sinter ate nil the candy and
I hope it'll Rotterdam teeth out."
—L—
Orphan: "I don't know who I am. I wan
left on a dooratep."
Girl: "Maybe you're a bottle of milk."
Doctor: "Are you troubled with Improper
thoughts?"
Student: "No, I enjoy them."
When I asked her to wed, "Go to father," she said.
She knew that I knew that her father was dead.
She knew that I knew what a life he had led.
She knew that I knew what she meant when she
she said. "Go to father."
—L—
"Goodness, Georjre, this Isn't our baby. This
!a the wrong carriage."
"Shut up. ThU is n better ccrrtajre."
"My business Is tearing down buildings."
"Bow's business?"
"Not so good. Bomber* are doing It for nothintfl"
j Keep 3HCooing! Br FRANK «C««WI*I' CARDFJXI
WILL THE ICU/"PfteeoT bC/BTHE Ua'UuT?
Teepee Tattle Tales
One diminutive newshawk, on a temporary leave nf ab.-ence from his
job, has acquired a great knowledge of heckling and Low to handle the
consequence*. Can you taki* it as well as you dish it out, dear Dal?
Wf wonder why Nancy May doesn't go uut for ninniiger uf the L\
S. F. football team?
Add Coleman chafers: .lean (make-the-boys-aigh) Duff.
Women are a funny nur: they curl their hair and paint their faces
—but the oddest oddity yet is Jtickie Bcrkson's