October is, in many ways, a very beautiful month.

With the beautiful blue skies and the leaves starting to change to beautiful foliage, we're witness to the vivid colors of fall. Thank goodness for the power of chlorophyll to bring about these beautiful changes. Then comes the annual ritual of leaf raking.

While raking, a person can realize (with a degree of sadness) that summer has slipped away and that warm weather will not return for at least six months or more. While raking, a person can think of all about the fun summer has been, the picnics, the swimming parties, the cookouts and just plain fun on vacation trips or just plain staying at home. While raking, you also realize that Halloween is just around the corner with little goblins and ghosts having in their possession a bar of Ivory soap to mess up all the windows in the neighborhood. Then you realize that there are little spooks and other creatures of the nighttime who will politely ring a doorbell and yell, "Trick or treat."

After Halloween comes the cold inclement days of November with its harsh and biting winds, trying its best to remove every leaf that is left on the trees. Do you ever wonder about the destiny of that poor single leaf as it flutters across the snow covered grass?

Bob Hinshaw’s Collection

The following is worded slightly different than a version printed earlier in the Megaphone. This one comes from Ginny (Hocker) Noble - '60.

SPELLING CHEQUER

Eye have a spelling chequer
It came with my pea sea
It plainly marques four my revue
Miss steaks eye kin knot sea.
Eye strike a key and type a word
And weight for it to say
Weather eye am wrong oar write
It shows me strait a weigh.
As soon as a mist ache is maid
It nose bee fore two long
And eye can put the error rite
Its rare lea ever wrong.
Eye have run this poem threw it
I am shore your pleased two no
Its letter perfect awl the weigh
My chequer tolled me sew!
(Anonymous)

Too Late

The days and months now flying by . . .

Leave little thought and little room . . .

We often know not when or why . . .

Too late . . . comes much too soon.

Alfred E. Neuman '52

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