My German teacher in high school had a bulletin board right next to the door as you walked down a short hallway into the classroom. He would regularly post clippings from the Weekly World News and the Enquirer for our amusement. The catch was, you couldn't actually read them until you'd finished your lesson for the day. And if you wanted extra credit, you were invited to translate the articles into German.
Mr. Frank Vachon. I shall never forget him. R.I.P.