The Bird Rescue and the Sunken Garden

It's time once again for another comedy episode of our Miss Brooks. Well, attending early morning meetings in the principal's office has always been a routine matter for our Miss Brooks who teaches English at Madison High School.

But last week, Mr. Conklin carried his passion for meetings to an extreme. Monday morning, he called us in to devise ways and means of appropriating funds for a sunken garden on the campus. Mr. Boynton solved this problem very neatly when he came through with a suggestion to ask the Board of Education for the money and they came through with a prompt and definite

refusal. Wednesday the meeting was to devise ways and means of replacing our old school song which was entitled, Yippee-I-I, I'd like to die for Madison High. Walter Denham had an ideal plan to get a brand new and original song completely without cost but Rogers and Hammerstein turned us down.

Last Friday morning at seven o'clock, Mr. Conklin phoned, and at seven thirty the usual crew was in his office for another meeting. There were Mr. Boynton and myself as faculty advisors, and in spite of Mr. Conklin's personal feelings toward him, Walter Denton as student editor of the Madison Monitor.

These proceedings will be conducted according to parliamentary procedures. Shut up! The chair will come right to the point. When I arrived at school early this morning to attend some urgent mail, I happened to glance up at the roof and was quite startled to notice a helpless little bird up there apparently unable to fly. He is marooned on our chimney.

Therefore we are gathered here to devise ways and means to get him down. It's nice to know you're awake, Miss Bro. Now then, the moment I realized the plight of that little bird, I said to myself, this calls for a meeting.