(Janith) Sue's Sophomorific Poem . . . and news.

News first: (Janith) Sue Moore and her husband and Harold Gene Frazier have paid their way to our Reunion. William (Freddie) Martin and his wife have sent their regrets.

The picture is of Freddie, Tommy, and Karen at our first reunion.

Now on to the poem. (Let me say first that I think I must have been in that Algebra class, and all I remember is Jimmy instructing me to lean WAY out in the aisle so Mr. Boyd could see that I was laughing at his jokes. Jimmy swore that was the way to an "A".)

SOPHOMORIFIC

Along came our sophomore year, and thanks to Mrs. Armstrong,

I made the choir and proved to myself what I'd known all along:

That in evenone's heart there is truly a song,

And dear Mrs. Chambers had been so wrong.

That year in choir literally opened my eyes . . .

Why there was music beyond country and

rock n' roll to my extreme surprise

We sang show tunes from "Oklahoma" and

competed at Morehead to see who was best.

And I sang loudly, albeit without talent, with great gusto and zest.

Most of us met "Captain" Hayes that second year

in world history, which I liked best,

Because I could memorize those dates and ace his true/false tests.

Mrs. Keeton gave us our first taste

of Shakespeare in her English class;

She loved that Julius Caesar but hated our sass.

Memorizing Mark Anothony's eulogy

was nearly the death of us al,

And most certainly was a test of our

mental fortitude I recall.

Algebra 2 with "The Mr. Boyd" nearly

caused our collective undoing,

And brought many a grade point to near academic ruin.

What I disliked most in there, I must confess,

Were those sines and cosines and the old slide rule even less.

I was in that class with Herb, Dickie, and Jim,

Who managed to score higher than I and

annoy the daylights out of him.

Biology class with Mrs. Moore brought

even more wisdom indeed

About life's little secrets that we all should heed.

Our wildflower and tree leaves scrapbooks were filled

with wonderful collections

And remain to this day some of my favorite recollections.

But, once when we were discussing frogs,

I had a story I wanted to share

About the oddest thing I'd ever seen about a pair,

Of frogs, I'd seen on my way home in the ditch along my road

Why one frog was carrying another on her back

--what a strange silly toad!

That little revelation brought snickers and

laughter around the room,

And to any semblance of my sophistication instant doom.

That abruptly ended the discussion about frogs, let's just say,

And it was years before I realized that

I had woefully embarrassed myself that day.