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"Barbasol", by Ben Henneke
"Barbasol", Continued
Jump Rope Rhymes
Family Support Group
Resident Birthday Parties
Rezzy Dent says
"Dear Abby" articles
Roots n'Shoots n'
Critters
Quote Of The Month
Ice Cream Social Pictures
Getting To Know Karen &
Ronnie Ferguson
Karen & Ronnie, Cont.
Family Survey
VideoEye System
ADS News
This Month's Birthdays
New Residents
Departed Residents
REZZY DENT SAYS….
Hooray! Residents have submitted a whole page hearing Rezzy’s plea for contributions!
Ben Henneke wrote these limericks more than ten years ago. He swears every one is based on a true incident.
Songs From the Senior Citizen Snuggery
A WING
The old folks home at this time of year
Has a dank, rain-forest atmosphere.
If you say it’s too hot,
You’re told “It is not!”
You’re just too young to live here.”
At Saint Simeon’s the other night,
Some of the ladies reclaimed their birthright.
One geriatric Astarte
Held a hen slumber party
Climaxing with an octogenarian pillow fight.
Boots Weston, who was quite a dame,
Thought our football Saturdays too tame.
She bought pompom and baton,
Led cheers with abandon
Each Big Red televised game.
There was an old woman in nine,
Whose health was in steady decline.
To strengthen her ticker
They prescribed Irish malt liquor.
How I wish her symptoms were mine.
A CAUTIONARY VERSE
The concert-goer who insists
On applauding from his feet,
Should learn it’s “Bravo” for artists
And “Brava” for artistes.
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A regular reader of the Henryetta Daily Free-Lance submitted an article about real letters to “Dear Abby” that Abigail Van Buren admitted she was at a loss to answer:
Dear Abby, Our son writes that he is taking Judo. Why would a boy who was raised in a good Christian home turn against his own?
Dear Abby, I joined the Navy to see the world. I’ve seen it. Now how do I get out?
Dear Abby, I was married to Bill for three months, and I didn’t know he drank until one night he came home sober.
Dear Abby, What can I do about all the sex, nudity, language and violence on my VCR?
Dear Abby, My forty-year-old son has been paying a psychiatrist $50 an hour every week for two-and-a-half years. He must be crazy.
NEWS NOTE: Ellen Henneke, with the collusion of her rocking chair, is now blissfully avoiding contact with St. John’s therapeutic pool.
Write REZZY DENT about sights and sounds you notice here at Saint Simeon’s!