Mrs. Patricia Johnson
Simpson College, B. S.
|Friday, September 29, 1961 Issue of the Beacon||1962 Anchor, p. 26||
1962 Anchor, p. 123
"Gym teachers, Kauffman, Masters, Sanders, Johnson"
|1963 Anchor, p. 16||
1963 Anchor, p. 78
"'The drink that refreshes' say the gym teachers as they pause from their busy tasks of coaching various teams; They are (L. to R.) Mrs. (Nan Jo) Burnham, Mrs. (Patricia) Johnson, Miss (Carol) Kauffman, and Mrs. (Virginia) Masters."
Courtesy of Dave Spriggs
('64) of VA - 01/31/08
Thanks so much, Dave!
Mrs. Johnson was
my freshman P.E. teacher. The year started off with field hockey, which everyone else seemed
to think was wonderful. I thought it was some mutated form of medieval torture. I thought my chances of getting hit
by a hockey stick were excellent, whereas my chances of surviving such a strike were significantly less than that.
To say that I was nervous while out on that field is to grossly understate my position.
waiting for the game to begin, I was standing near Mrs. Johnson and studying the
patterns into it with my hockey stick. At that moment, a funny little bug appeared, which caused me to jump, and change the
designs I was making in the dirt. Mrs. Johnson laughed and asked me what I was doing, and I said I was just doodling, but
then I saw a bug. I concluded it must be a Doodlebug. She thought this was wonderfully amusing, and we spent the rest of the
hockey season looking for another Doodlebug - vainly, I must admit.
generally concluded that my poor performance in practically every arena covered
in the class
came from a poor
attitude, a failure to apply myself. I saw the expression change on her face one day as she realized that I was giving it my all.
In seconds her countenance registered shock, wonder, understanding, respect, and ultimately camaraderie.
Later during the
year I found that I could bring up my abysmal score through the endurance tests
- sit-ups, chin-ups, and pull-ups.
These three I could always accomplish to the maximum requirement. I just kept pushing until I reached the goal, and I didn't give up.
I'll always be
grateful to Mrs. Johnson for recognizing
that while I was probably the worst P.E.
the school ever produced, I also probably tried the hardest.
- Carol Buckley Harty ('65) of NC - 06/07/04
Words and Music by Stephen Kipner and Terry Shaddick
I'm saying all the things that I know you'll like, makin' good conversation
I gotta handle you just right, you know what I mean
I took you to an intimate restaurant, then to a suggestive movie
There's nothin' left to talk about, unless it's horizontally
Let's get physical, physical, I wanna get physical, let's get into physical
Let me hear your body talk, your body talk, let me hear your body talk
I've been patient, I've been good, tried to keep my hands on the table
It's gettin' hard this holdin' back, you know what I mean
I'm sure you'll understand my point of view, we know each other mentally
You gotta know that you're bringin' out the animal in me
CHORUS repeats 2x
lyrics courtesy of
at the suggestion of my son, Lewis Harty of IL - 05/17/04
lyrics courtesy of
also at the suggestion of my son, Lewis Harty of IL - 05/17/04
Thanks again, Lewis!
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