February 2005                                               The Megaphone                                                        Page 6


Illegal Computer Operations

by Jane Ann (Seright) Lemen

         

I don't have any help for Pat regarding what happened to her computer -- computers tend to intimidate me, especially when that "illegal operation" tag comes up. I usually hide under the bed until I'm sure the cyber-police have left.
      

My computer also started acting up the other night. I had printed a couple of documents, but when I went to print another one, suddenly a pop-up popped up (naturally) and said the computer could not locate the printer. Well, that's just plain dumb that my computer couldn't find the printer when the printer is sitting on top of the computer! How hard is that to find?!!

    

My husband took over and after two hours discovered if he tried to print my document, it would print about a third of it, then lock up. But when he rebooted it, it would say it had a document and did he still want to print it, and then would print the document in its entirety. It was a little cumbersome, but at least I got it done. I then patted it on the monitor, and put it to bed for the night. That was Sunday and so far it's been OK.
      

You can easily see my computer sophistication.
     

Jane Ann (Seright) Lemen '59
northwest Indy   


"Fowling Up"

by Louise (Mountcastle) Romine

               

Ol' "Cluck-cluck" struck a "book-book...ba-gook" memory . . .  
  
We lived in Delphi at the time and Mother and Daddy had taken us to visit our Grandma and Grandpa Phenis at 601 S. 22nd Street here in Elwood. I don't know how old I was at the time, but old enough to know better!
  
Anyway, some of my siblings and myself were clucking up and down the sidewalk in front of our mother's parents home, with our arms shaped into chicken wings (if you can picture that) and flapping them like we were gonna take off and fly any minute! Uhh, we weren't quiet about it either.
  
Soon Daddy and probably the neighbors too, had heard enough and he called us in...and said..."Show me how a chicken sounds." We said, "Booooook booook" almost in a whisper and Daddy said, "That's not how you were doing it . . . show me!"  We said, "Bboooook booook, ba-gooook!"  Wow, had we "fowled" up or what...'cause Daddy made us stand there and say "Boook book ba-gook" so long we were bawling it out.....and he said, "Louder," and the louder we got, the more we bawled . . . well, you can imagine how we sounded . . . sniveling out ba-gooks for what seemed like an hour . . . which probably wasn't any longer than 5 or 10 minutes. Needless to say we were glad when he'd heard enough, and probably thought we'd learned our lesson.  
  
But guess what? On another visit, we decided to climb our grandparents trees like monkeys, even up on the garage and cob bin.  We were everywhere!! Ok, OK, we had watched a few Tarzan movies and it seemed like a good time to re-enact the monkeys (since we didn't have any vines to swing on). Well, Grandma Phenis was so upset with us, and so was our mother and dad . . . that he decided to teach us another lesson instead of spanking us.
   

Daddy's "cure-all" was to make us look like monkeys if we were gonna act like monkeys...so he got some material and cut it into long strips and pinned them on each one of our behinds to make us look like monkeys and we had to walk up and down the sidewalk once again. Actually, Daddy wanted us to swing our arms and go "eugh!..eugh!..eugh!" like we did while climbing everything in sight. Oooh wow, that embarrased us so much . . . we never gave them another minutes trouble whenever we visited our grandparents. Maybe it wasn't the right way to correct us, but "cure-all"...it did!!
      

Louise (Mountcastle) Romine '56

Elwood , IN


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