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      IMAGINATIONS
      INTRODUCTION
     
    
   
   
    
     
      *‘IMAGINATIONS”’
      is
      the
      weekly
      student
      writing
     
     
      section
      of
      the
      paper.
      Ther’s
      always
      room
      for
      more
     
    
   
   
    
     
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      stories
      so
      don’t
      hesitate
      to
      send
      yours
      in.
      Stories
     
    

    
     
      _
      should
      be
      1000
      words
      maximum
      in
      length.
      For
      legal
     
    

    
     
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      reasons,
      I
      need
      your
      name.
      If
      you
      don’t
      want
      your
     
    

    
     
      _
      name
      printed
      simply
      say
      so,
      all
      submissions
      are
     
    

    
     
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      confidential.
      Submissions
      may
      be
      dropped
      off
      at
      our
     
     
      office
      (Room
      B06,
      basement
      of
      Main
      Building).
      I
     
    
   
   
    
     
      _lIlook
      forward
      to
      reading
      your
      stories.
     
    
   
   
    
     
      _
      Kirby
      Ferguson,
     
    
   
   
    
     
       
     
     
       
     
     
       
     
     
       
     
     
       
     
     
       
     
     
        
     
    
   
   
    
     
      apologize
      for
      any
      misinterpretations
      since
      these
     
     
      stories
      are
      not
      meant
      intentionally
      to
      offend
      anyone.
     
    
   
   
    
     
      Literary
      Editor
     
    
   
   
    
     
      A
      SPRING
      POEM
      (THE
      SEQUEL)
     
     
      By
      Bruce
      Creamer
     
    
   
   
    
     
      Late
      one
      day,
     
     
      I
      was
      released
      from
      jail.
     
     
      And
      to
      my
      surprise,
     
     
      I
      was
      out
      on
      bail.
     
    
   
   
    
     
      I
      walked
      towards
      the
      door,
     
     
      Right
      at
      the
      bright
      sunlight.
     
     
      And
      as
      soon
      as
      I
      was
      out,
     
    

    
     
      I
      bolted
      for
      ny
      bike.
     
    
   
   
    
     
      I
      hopped
      on
      the
      seat,
     
     
      And
      put-‘“er
      into
      gear.
     
     
      Took
      off
      with
      a
      squeal,
     
    

    
     
      For
      all
      to
      hear.
     
    
   
   
    
     
      I
      pruned
      around
      a
      turn,
     
     
      Where
      it
      was
      a
      little
      shady.
     
     
      I
      went
      up
      over
      the
      curb,
     
     
      And
      right
      into
      an
      old
      lady.
     
    
   
   
    
     
      I
      bowled
      her
      over,
     
     
      And
      she
      said
      “Hey
      fella!.
     
     
      Then
      she
      came
      right
      over,
     
    
   
   
    
     
      And
      clobbered
      me
      with
      an
      umbrella.
     
    
   
   
    
     
      I
      told
      her
      I
      was
      sorry,
     
     
      To
      try
      to
      save
      face.
     
     
      i
      And
      then
      I
      said
      calmly,
     
     
      2
      "That
      hip
      can
      be
      replaced."
     
    
   
   
    
     
      “And
      then
      she
      started
      to
      curse,
     
     
      §$he
      sounded
      so
      absurd.
     
    

    
     
      ut
      I
      sure
      would
      like
      to
      know,
     
     
      r
      she
      learned
      all
      those
      words.
     
    
   
   
    
     
      Welcome
      to
      another
      week
      of
      ‘‘Imaginations’’.
      I’ve
     
     
      been
      recieving
      lots
      of
      material,
      but
      I
      want
      more,
      lots
     
     
      more,
      since
      next
      issue
      will
      be
      our
      literary
      supplement.
     
     
      So
      send
      your
      material
      in
      (see
      the
      submission
      policy
     
     
      on
      page
      2),
      and
      go
      on
      to
      fame
      and
      fortune.
     
    
   
   
    
     
      ATTENTION
      ARTISTS!
      I
      plan
      on
      printing
      a
      diffe-
     
     
      rent
      heading
      for
      ‘‘Imaginations’’
      each
      week.
      I’d
      like
     
    
   
   
    
     
      your
      drawings
      of
      the
      title,
      ‘“Imaginations’’.
      Beas
     
    
   
   
    
     
      creative
      as
      you
      wish,
      and
      drop
      them
      off
      down
      at
      our
     
     
      office.
      And
      if
      no
      one
      sends
      any
      in
      I’11
      be
      forced
      to
     
    
   
   
    
     
      print
      really
      ugly
      ones.
     
    
   
   
    
     
       
     
    
   
   
    
     
      So
      off
      I
      went,
     
     
      Cruising
      down
      the
      strip.
     
    
   
   
    
     
      Then
      I
      drove
      right
      off
      the
      wharf,
     
    
   
   
    
     
      And
      I
      went
      for
      a
      dip.
     
    
   
   
    
     
      But
      this
      didn’t
      stop
      ne,
     
     
      No,
      nothing
      could.
     
    

    
     
      I
      drove
      right
      up
      the
      slip,
     
     
      Like
      anyone
      would.
     
    
   
   
    
     
      Of
      course
      I
      was
      pret,
     
     
      And
      I
      had
      nothing
      to
      wear.
     
     
      But
      I
      stipped
      off
      anyway,
     
    

    
     
      And
      drove
      around
      bare.
     
    
   
   
    
     
      Driving
      up
      the
      road,
     
     
      I
      felt
      like
      a
      fool.
     
     
      But
      going
      around
      bare,
     
     
      Was
      very,
      very
      cool.
     
    
   
   
    
     
      At
      least
      I
      thought
      it
      was,
     
     
      Until
      I
      drove
      a
      mile
      or
      two.
     
     
      Then
      I
      seen
      once
      again,
     
     
      Those
      lights
      red
      and
      blue.
     
    
   
   
    
     
      So
      my
      freedom
      was
      over,
     
     
      Thanks
      to
      that
      cop
      named
      Dale.
     
     
      He
      through
      in
      the
      car,
     
    

    
     
      And
      took
      me
      back
      to
      jail.
     
    
   
   
    
     
       
     
    
   
   
    
     
       
     
    
   
   
    
     
      5
      5
      ’
      Zia
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