May 1st, 2000
Table of Contents
THAC- Response to Albert Einstein
- Letter from Obi Wan Kenobi
SPECIAL THAC FEATURE:
Poetry:
Time for Dreaming by Linda Griggs
Twilightt by Linda Griggs
"Laughter is a mini-vacation."
"The night is always darkest before the dawn."
"What doesn't kill us makes us stronger."
-Common Sayings
(The Humorous Advice Column)
Dear Albert-
Advertise yourself as a tutor and you'll have "friends" flocking to you! Just wait till you get to high school where you'll fit in more with the chess club and other higher level thinking clubs. Don't fret! You're brain is just a little too old for your body, but you'll grow into it.
Daily Times Staff
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Dear THAC,
I need some advice. My name is Obi Wan Kenobi, and for the life of me, I cannot figure how to work this lightsaber. In a few weeks I'm going before the council of Jedi elders to test my skills as a Jedi. I'm extremely nervous and I want to make my master proud. But I cannot get this lightsaber to open and I'm suspicious that I got a defective one. I don't want to go to my master because I am embarrassed and I certainly can't go to the council without my lightsaber! What should I do???
Sincerely,
Obi Wan Kenobi
Look for the response in Issue 10.
SPECIAL THAC FEATURE: NAPOLEON
This special feature on Napoleon is to showcase the talent of our writers. In order to work in the THAC section, writers are required to apply to a letter from "Napoleon." This determines their acceptance into THAC. This is a continuation from Issue 8. Here is the original letter:
Dear Daily Times,
I have a problem. I keep conquering
people and I'm a great man of power now,
but for some reason, people keep
laughing at me. I am short and only
use one hand. Should I kill them
now or later?
Signed,
Napoleon
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Another response:
(look in Issue 8 for more responses)
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Dear Napoleon,
Hahahahahahahahah oh sorry. hahahahahha-whoops, I'm looking at your picture hahahahahhahahaha-ha you are killing me!
Signed,
Aunt Blabby
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Time for Dreaming by Linda Griggs
The old dog yawns
and lies beneath a favorite birch.
Twitching, he dreams
of a rabbit once flushed
from the tall grass.
Strong in slumber
and swift on weightless legs,
he soars over the ground,
his prey forever in his sight.
His opaque eyes
ever sharp on these
joyful, boundless flights.
His gray muzzle black once more,
he races to his master’s call.
Though five years silenced,
comes back to join in
these treasured romps.
The days are golden,
reaching out to eternity.
Blue skies,
adventure,
ever young.
(Published with permission)
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Twilight by Linda Griggs
The old man
shuffles to his door
clutching the cord wood
to his chest
protectively,
as if it were his
first born.
The lines on his face
speak of many seasons.
His red and black jacket
snug on his thin frame.
The small white house
contains his memories
grown musty with the years.
An aura of timelessness
surrounds the scene.
His shambling step
his father’s?
His grandfather’s?
The eternal trek to the woodpile.
(Published with permission)
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Copyright by respective artists, 2000.
