About Hexagon (Elberton, Georgia) 19??-???? | View Entire Issue (Dec. 1, 1974)
PAGE FOUR THE HEXAGON DECEMBER, 1974 CHRISTMAS EVERYWHERE Twus the hours before Christmas holidays, When all through the schools Not a student 'was paying attention, And they were breaking all the rules. The teachers were hung by the blackboards without care, In hope that the principal would soon be there. With a coke in one hand, and my baby in the other, I knew I’d be doomed if this ever got back to my mother. Then in through the main entrance, came old saint Nick With, lots of goodie® and lot® and lot® of tricks. He tipped to the teachers rooms, and what did he see, A great big sign saying, we just Wanta be free .... Then old Saint Nick begin to fill the teaohere stocking, And just what did they get, A pack of chewing gum and one cigarette. Then out of the door he fatly went. Now Mrs. Lanier, Off Mrs. Mercer Away Mr. Abner, Be one Mrs. Tapseott Up Miss Parrish Fly Mrs. Booth ■ Leave Mr. Jarvis Stay Mr. Russell Ahead of us is a long long night. Fly you people, everything will soon be alright. By Richard Fortson Christmas Eve BY AUNDRA BOLTON You and only you have made this season come up through the calender as special a® iit is now. To say I think of you today or that I miss you and that there are no; seasons but the ones We make up for ourselves is hardly worth the paper that it takes to tell. Just now my thoughts are all of you. Know that and be glad) for knowing that you live, and that you walk or laugh in or out of my direction is enough to make me smile when no one is here and I know no one’s coming. My Christmas BY KEN PEACE Christmas is very special, Because of the blessing® we share. Without those blessings, This world would seem bare. Christmas is very touching, For it touches the heart and , soul. And so is the Christmas spirit, For those are the things that make you whole. The thought is what counts, No matter what gift you give. It’s a very special way to show your love, And a beautiful way to live. DEAR SANTA This year’s letter might be a little different but these are the things I really want for Christ mas. I want world peace. People have asked for it since time began but we haven’t attained it. I ask for hope for without hope we have nothing going for us. We have nothing to live on. I want to be able to share more freely with my fellow man; and not just at Christmas. We all need love and there is someone waiting out there rea dy and waiting to receive it with open arms. I ask that all the hunger in the world be ended, for this cripples and kills our children, the future leaders of this world. Now, here, Santa, are some requests especially for me, that I may be truthful and courage ous, I want to have a strong foundation. When the winds of changes shifts and always, do my best for my parents and my God; for these are the only ones who really love me. And Santa, may I always have an open mind, ready to receive the truth and act upon it. May I always realize that others have a right to their own opinions and that the eyes of my soul be open to see the truth. Santa, these thing® might be a little too much to ask for and even fulfill; but if ■ you can, please do. Thank you. Oh, and Merry Christmas Santa. Love, Lee Ann Abbot Dear Santa Claus: I’m mot writing this letter to abfc for a lot of gifts and ac cessories. I don’t need them. But I do want to ask you to do one thing for the whole world. I want you to express the real meaning of Christmas to every one; remind them that Christ- : mas is a time for rejoicing, for Christ was born unto this earth. And because of Christ our sine are forgiven. Many of the peo ple today are forgetting this. JV'hat I want this year for Christmas is for everyone to have love and peace in their hearts, the way Christ loves us. Please Santa, make everyone see the real meaning of Christ mas. And maybe then, the gifts we give and receive will mean a lot more. Sincerely, J o y Hall Dear Mr. Claus, I’m not sure if you remem ber me by name but I’ve been, told that you’ve visited my house many times in the past- That old story is getting a little hard to believe considering how old you must be getting. Your age is one of the main reasons for this letter. I don’t care how good you feel now, sooner or later you’re gonna need a replacement. Since I’m in desperate need of a job, I thought you might consider tak ing me on as an apprentice. I’m a good worker and I’ve had experience putting toy® to gether for small children in my neighborhood. Don’t get me wrong, Mr. Claus, I’m not one of those SANTA CLAUS ON CHRISTMAS BY BARBARA CLARK Santa Claus comes on Christmas, While everything is quiet. You can hear his sleigh bells ringing, As he flies through the sky at night. In Ms sleigh he carries A load of gifts and toys, For which he gives only To good little girls and boys. He climbs down the chimney with caution, While the little children sleep. He puts their toys under the tree, And up the chimney he creeps. When he finishes Ms last stop He is ready to descend, To his home far away. But next year he’ll be back again. DEAR HEXY During Thanksgiving holi days my mother asked me to help out with dinner. She ask ed if I could dress the turkey and I said yes, and so I did. I thought lit looked rather nice after I had finished. My moth er said I had it all wrong! I thought it was perfect” I had the sock®, pants, and shirt on. I can’t understand why she didn’t like it. Now she thinks I am terrible at cooking, but I can’t remember what I forgot to put on the turkey. (It must have been the shoes) 1 really want to help out at Christmas but my feelings are hurt. What did I do wrong? Please help! ! ! Confused Dear Confused; I agree with you completely, you are confused! ! ! My advice to you is to start checking out your cookbooks, if you don’t have any there are a nice col lection at the city library. Un til you have mastered the art of cooking, I suggest you leave the Christmas dinner alone. Oh yeah, please don’t cook Santa Claus for Christmas, you joker. Hexy Dear Hexy: What would Larry do with- militant, radical youths that wants to get rid of all of the older generation, but we’ve got to be practical. When the time comes when you can’t cut the mustard, you need to get out of the patch. Again, Mr. Claus don’t take what I’ve ®Md the wrong way. I’ve loved getting presents from you since I was a little chap. That’s why I want to keep the .good old tradition going, even after you get too old to do the job. Please let me know your thoughts on my idea as. Boon as: possible. If you think you can use me, I’m gonna have to start putting on some weight. Well, I’ve got to go now. Sure hope you make It through this year okay. Yours truly, Randy Cordell Christmas Tale Rewritten BY KIM NORMAN T’was the day before school was out, And all through the school, Not a pupil was studying . . . ’ You were?' You fool! The books were thrown in the lockers with joy; , The teachers were put out with every girl and boy. The boy® throwing paper, chalk remained supreme; The girls, each contented with Santa's Dilemma “Uh. Boy, what a day!” The old man exclaimed as he plop ped into Ms favorite chair. “What!” she exclaimed. “You can’t mean that”. “Oh, yes I do. I’m getting too old for this job. The pace those reindeer set is too fast. I hardly get my breath back be fore we land again. And speak ing of breath, the air in those biig cities is enough to kill, a man.” “Aw, you’re as fit as ever,” she replied. “Oh yeah, then why have I got this overhang at the belt.” “You’ve always' had that”. “Yeah, I must admit I have,” he said. “But what about this gray hair and beard!” “That’s for the traditional image you have to maintain.” “Yeah, but I’m still getting too old”. “Well, what are you going to do to make us a living?” “I haven’t thought about that,” he replied. “Maybe I’ll go into early retirement and move to Florida. Yeah, that’s what we can do.” “Yeah, but you can’t draw Social Security until three more year® 1 , and besides you wouldn’t be happy not doing anything. I know you wouldn’t.” “I didn’t tMnk about that Social Security bit. Well, that only leaves me one alternative.” “What’s that?” she asked. “I’ll have to get on a diet!” “Huh?” She looked puzzled. “I’ve been having trouble getting through those narrow chimneys. They seem to get smaller each year.” By Keith Madden out Connie for one day? Noisy Dear Noisy: It is not our policy to in dulge in idle gossip. If you .really want - to know, ask one of these two in the question. When you find out please let me know. Waiting to hear from you .... Hexy Dear Hexy: Why should there be a “Dear Hexy Column?” Anonymous Dear Anonymous: Evidently some people enjoy the “Dear Hexy” column since you are the only one complain ing. If we receive enough complaints to warrant discon tinuation of this column we. Will do so at once. Ineidently, all the mail received is from stu dents outside the class and not made up by members of the staff. their Christmas dreams. The old teachers ruffled because of us kids; Young teachers worried—their plans clashed with kids. When out in the hall there arose such a clatter, We all craned our necks to see what was the matter. When what to our wondering eyes should appear then, Mr. Abernathy herding in eight boys all ateaf. Now Sonny, now Davy, now Tommy, and Don; Now Jack, now Bill, now Earnest, and John. Go straight to your rooms, til my nerves have mended! Take three extra days, because you’ve just been suspended. It seems that in their spirits, they blew up the lab. Is that any reason for Mm to get mad? By the spirit of the holidays they got carried away. The teachers should overlook our pranks, we say. All of those things are usual it seems, Though even the teachers were talking in screams'! So we’ll depart from these dear school halls, And leave you with this pleasant thought “Merry Christmas to all and to all good-bye!” FORTSON'S Gift Headquarters —“A Fashionable Wearing Apparel LINGERIE -—— COSTUME JEWELRY ☆ HANDBAGS ☆ GLOVES AND SCARFS ☆ LEISURE SUITS ☆ Men’s Toiletries ☆ * Tape Players ☆ | Radios ☆ LAY-AWAY NOW FOR TRUE QUALITY IN THE GRANITE INDUSTRY SEE TRU-STONE, Inc. Railroad Street
