The Frog

Pama-leaf-soaf, your beauty-hoped and lustre-cream shampoo for soft, glamorous, caressable hair bring you our Miss Brooke starring E. Barden! Hook's teacher's English at Madison High. Well, like many other, automatically inclined people, she sent the object of her affection as Madison's bashful biologist Philip Boynton an unsigned card for Valentine's Day.

And then she sat down to wait for his reply. It wasn't that his reply was long and coming. It just didn't come at all. Knowing Mr. Boynton, I wasn't too surprised that he forgot about Valentine's Day, but I was determined to change the locale of our next date.

For the past six weeks we had spent every Friday afternoon at the zoo. Now I am definitely not anti-animal, but I am a school teacher, and hence, after spending three hours in the monkey house, I just can't afford to buy taboo by the court.

I was grooving about it in the school cafeteria on Friday when Harriet Conklin walked over. Mind if I sit down with you, Miss Brooks? Not at all, Harriet. But don't you usually have lunch with Walter Denton?

Yes, I do. But he's manager of the basketball team, you know, and he's giving the boys an extra skull practice. Really? Who's skull are they using today? I hope you're not expecting Mr. Boynton to have lunch with you, Miss Brooks.

He told me he was eating his lunch in the laboratory because he didn't want to leave McDougall alone. Don't tell me that frog is sick again. Not actually sick. It's just spring fever or something.

It's kind of fun to have lunch without any men around anyway. Don't you think so, Miss Brooks? Well, yes and no. What do you mean yes and no? No. We haven't had a real woman to woman talk in a long time.