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This page collects brief humorous anecdotes and jokes from college newspapers, primarily targeting undergraduates at elite women's colleges like Wellesley. The satire targets **clichéd, pretentious college speech**: characters like "Blanche Bromide" who constantly repeats bland phrases ("More fun more people killed"); "Polly Platitude" spouting obvious truisms; and the girl who calls everything "just slick." The humor mocks how college students adopt affected, repetitive speech patterns and call them wit. The long piece "Breakfast, or the Milky Way" parodies **overwrought academic analysis**—treating the mundane dining-hall greeting "Coffee, cocoa, milk" as if it deserves poetic, artistic, scientific, and psychological examination. This satirizes how college intellectuals inflate trivial matters into grandiose significance. Scattered jokes mock typical college romance (the lake paddle) and naive Canadian tourism. The page essentially ridicules **college pretension and the gap between students' inflated self-importance and actual substance**. The cartoons at the page top show "college wits" in various comedic poses, visually reinforcing the mockery of campus intellectual posturing.

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Ruth—What did Wilbur do when Agnes wouldn't kiss him out on the lake last night? Florence—He paddled her back. “The rough thing!”"—Brown Jug. PAS Wild Boars LANCHE BROMIDE is a charm- ing girl; Her talk with wit is filled; When she enjoys a thing, she says, “More fun more people killed.” Says trusty Beatrice Banal, Who lives across the hall, “The Woolworth Building in New York Is surely awful tall.” Next door to me, in solemn peace, Dwells Polly Platitude; She says she has discovered that She’s happy when she’s good. Most sparkling, though, of all I know (K. Legion is her name) The girl who calls a thing “just slick”: She takes the prize, I claim. —Wellesley College News. Naval term—A little forward of the main hatch—Oregon Orange Owl. Breakfast, or the Milky Way NE of the vital factors in under- graduate life here at Wellesley is the daily greeting in the dining-room of “Coffee, cocoa, milk”! Vital,-not only because the choice made, as an integral part of our morning repast, is a big underlying influence in our day, but also because the phrase itself is rhythmical and pleasing, the refrain rings in our ears for twenty-four hours. What an influence it may un- consciously become in the course of a chaotic college career! Let us examine it. From a poetic point of view, it is unsurpassable. I saw her hair and laughed at it— For brevity is the soul of wit. —George Washington Ghost. The carefully worked out rhythm is trimeter with a rest at the end, while alliteration is consistently maintained throughout. What could be more euphonious? From an artistic stand- point, too, the refrain deserves men- tion. The rich black coloring of the coffee melting into the neutral tan of the cocoa finally becomes the pure white of fresh milk. What a vivid mental picture with which to start the day! The phrase is noteworthy, too, frcm a scientific aspect, physically rising from extreme heat to bitter cold and chemically descending from a strong to a weak product. Indorsed by art and science alone, then, the refrain might be considered well worth its daily repetition. But there are still higher aspects to be considered. Psychologically, the phrase, bringing to the ears its beau- tiful and orderly message in the early morning, impresses on the mind a beauty and order likely to be imitated throughout the day. Thus we find that 20 With the College Wits Hamm—What do you do up there in Canada? Mand—Well, in the summer we fish and love the girls. And then in the winter, there’s no fishing.—Chicago Phenix. ad theoretical examination of the age-old refrain only raises in our estimation that for whose practical utility we already possess an unstinted admira- tion.—Wellesley College News. st “Funny how a fat woman always feels bigger than she looks.” “Who told you that?” “Nobody. I danced with one last night.”—Stanford Chaparral. tae If George Washington was such an honest man, why did they get the habit cf closing the banks on his birthday? —Colorado Dodo. Catal Basketball Coach—Here you! Don’t do that! Use your head! Little Green—Oh, is that allowed?— Yale Record. A Pen Student —Pennsylvania Punch Bowl.