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Ode To A Wilted Mum Every year during football season dawns the Saturday morning, always bright and breezy, that is designated as "Parents Day." It's a day unlike any other Saturday here at \V.M,e. Parents fire mel by their offspring, who proudly present Mommy with a tradi- tional yellow mum. Susie's folks are formally introduced to Dave's, and vice-versa. Every. one partakes of Mr. Rice's extravagant menu for luncheon. Then. off to the massacre of the pigskin! The stands go wild, and the people just sit there. The cheerleaders scream their lungs out, the porn pom girls wave their green and gold shakers, and the majorettes twirl with fire to keep their knees warm. As the car horns blare, the hand serenades the sleeping countryside to proclaim a Terror T.O. Shortly after 4 P.M., the stadium is bare and silent. Families, tired and bedraggled, wait forever in line for a good dinner at Ben- ny's of Baugher's. Goodbye's and "write soon's" echo through the dorms with a sigh of relief from the kiddies as they return 10 their momentarily interrupted RlITS. 68