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nd of mine visited the prison lately. “How did he find the conditions?” “Shocking! In fact, he was electro- cuted.” —Princeton Ticker Vice Versus He—Please come out in the garden with me. She—Oh, no. I mustn't go out without a chaperone. “But we don't need one.” “Then I don’t want to go. —Columbia Jester Poe “Hello, you a frosh?” . this is my fifth year.” the matter, taking your taking my time.” —M.1. T. Voo Doo sae Frosh—Do you believe in signs and omens? She—Yes. “Last night I dreamed that you loved me. What does that mean? “That you were dreaming.” —Lafayette Lyre ULL many a rose is born to bush unseen, They put the lights out now. Pets Tole ach ove pritntd —Wittiams Purpie Cow, “Marry you! I'd never dream of such a thing. “You have to—I gave up a good girl for you.” —Alabama Rammer-Jammer tte First Student—What did the dean say to you? nd Student—He said, “T must be going.” —De Pauw Yellow Crab ql} HZE ow “How do you like this job, Ros “This ain't no job, Rodolf, this position!” —Wasutxctox Dror. So Would We The souse stood under the lamp-post, And with voice neither shaky nor hesitant, Raised his eyes to the heavens and shouted, “I'd rather be tight than be presi- dent!” —Penn State Froth “Weill be friends until the end.” “Lend me $10." “That's the end.” —Notre Dame JuccLer fas Alumni—This school has turned out some good men. Frosh—When did you graduate? “That's the point I'm bringing out—I didn’t.” —Alabama Rammer-Jammer Sas Jones (in restaurant)—Hey, waiter, where's my honey? Waiter—Sorry, sir, but she doesn’t work here any more. —Lehigh Burr tae “Will you be good enough to come up here, little girl?” asked St. Peter. —Toronto Goblin He—Say something soft and sweet to me, dearest. Sue—Custard pie. —OKtanoma Wareewinp at comicbooks.com