When Skipping Class was Fun
On second thought, maybe the national students’ walkout tomorrow, Wednesday, a month after the Valentine’s Day disaster in Parkland, Florida, may be a good thing.
Hopes and prayers are high on the list that something good can result in the hearts and minds of everybody.
I did suggest recently that teachers across the land should just give zeroes to the absentee classroom pupils. I’ll rescind that jaundiced thought.
When I was a schoolboy those many years ago on a day or so every other week, I’d have a sudden bellyache. Off to Assistant Principal Thomas Keesee’s Office I’d go. I’d complain and ask for an official excuse. Mr. Keesee had a firm but kind heart and consented to letting me slip out. I’d get well within an hour or two and return from home.
I’ll admit all these years later, Mr. Keesee went along with my pleas for a few days. He cut them off without penalty though when he discovered I was slipping out to listen to Arthur Godfrey’s morning 90-minute radio program.
My teachers were rather nice. I didn’t get zeroes. When they learned about my surreptitious “ailings,” all was forgiven. Years later we all laughed. God bless them all, especially Mr. Keesee. He knew I’d fooled him. I missed phys-ed and lunch.
Obviously my skipping school in no way compares to the tragedies of today. When the thousands of girls and boys march on Washington around 10 tomorrow morning, I hope their 17-minute declaration will be beneficial. If the events get the Congress to do something, maybe it will be worthwhile.
Mr. Keesee used this thought for pep rallies: “One for all, all for one.” Maybe, just possibly, those electeds may accidentally come up with an effective solution for people to stop shooting and killing and all other nefarious deeds. I’m in prayer.
It’s not only school children who keep pulling off dastardly acts. We all know that. If one person could figure out how to control bad things, that could be incredible, astonishing – and maybe, just maybe – unnatural.
How many older citizens today can recall the classic B western movies? There were lots of good lessons, good gals and guys in white hats, straight shooters and clean livers.
How about those codes they all espoused at the Saturday morning westerns. We don’t hear much about them in today’s progressiveness where anything goes.
Remember, by chance, the code of that great World War II pilot and owner of the Los Angeles Angels. It is Gene Autry, who promoted this Cowboy Code of Honor:
1. A cowboy never takes unfair advantage – even of an enemy.
2. A cowboy never betrays a trust. He never goes back on his word.
3. A cowboy always tells the truth.
4. A cowboy is kind and gentle to small children, old folks, and animals.
5. A cowboy is free from racial and religious intolerances.
6. A cowboy is always helpful when someone is in trouble.
7. A cowboy is always a good worker.
8. A cowboy respects womanhood, his parents and his nation's laws.
9. A cowboy is clean about his person in thought, word, and deed.
10. A cowboy is a patriot.
Let’s get back in the saddle! Better yet, go to class.