Judge — May 6, 1922 — page 23: what you’re looking at

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THE NEW MAJOR SPORT By M. J. Cassin, Dartmouth '22 THE advance of petting as an intercolle- giate sport has seen the abandonment of the old-fashioned method of coaching in or of the more modern automobile. A few pointers, however, may be of use to the novice whose technique is weak, and these are given below. The game requires no diamond nor other grounds. It may be played wherever there is comfortable seating room for one. The players are two: One, a flapper, by which is meant a highflier whose wings ot sufficiently developed. The other e man, provided only that he have a am potent line. ‘ As in tennis, love is nothing, but unlike that game requires no racquet. 5 The referee is called a chaperon. This person lays down the rules. Sometimes the rules are carried out—dead. In the other major sports a man is lucky to win one letter. In this one he may win any number of letters from any number of spending only on his skill. e game is not particularly fatiguing. It can be played any number of times in an evening, and at a first-class party a flapper will be busier than a one-man trolley dur- ing the rush hour. We hope to see the game increase in popularity this spring. We expect to go to a few parties ourself. winslow Drawn by } Hunch by 1 Carnegie Tech ‘urnegie Tech. . REPPLIER, “Eskimo Pie-eyes.” THE MEETING (THEY met once on a moonlight night, She But never after that, He For he was just a worn-out shoe, And she a yodeling cat. “Aw-go-on, I’m no defective Franklin H. Love, William Jewell '22. J. L. Eddy, Jr., Cornell "24. An Eye for Pulchritude Aesthetics? Drawn by “thas.Wolte. CHARLES H. Wotre, Ohio Wesle University "2: Ticket Agent—Ticket to Liver- pool? What class? Oswald—Me? Oh, I'm in the class "25. of ETERNAL ENEMIES By Harry N. Waldman, Dickinson College GHE had just returned from the cabaret. ‘D After taking off her wraps, she walked to the mirror and, gazing at herself both critically and admiringly, pondered over the events of the evening. The hour was early. Quiet prevailed, so that the slightest noise could be hear The sound produced as the clock struck tw aroused her fr her reverie. As she was about to turn toward the clock, her move- ment was suddenly checked oun tive of scratching such when a burglar works at a wind reached her ears She listened with throbbing heart. The sound seemed to come nearer. It made her creep. Still the sound came nearer. In abject fear and terror she drew back. What was to he done? And she was all alone! Suddenly her eyes opened widely breath failed her. She Her Drawn by J. Wittsamson, Y: tr hiapene” Temorstrickene whe lee Gata “Here’s another octogenarian died. What in the deuce is an octogenarian?” shrill ery! uote _ “Victim of some awful disease, I think—you’re always reading about them A mouse darted into the room. dying.” comicbooks.com