Judge, 1925-10-31 · page 22 of 37
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Atena—So you danced with Betty last night? Tav—How did you know? “I saw her buying a pair of slippers and a crutch this morning.” —Cuicaco Puornrx Dad “T am tired of the bounding main.” “Why don’t you have it bobbed?” —W. Va. Moonshine PIS It is our sincere belief that the most successful debating club in the world is one in the hand of a police- man. —Center Colonel “Say, Abraham, do you tink of this idea of founding a New Jeru- salen?” 1 “Oi, it’s foolishness, Ezekiel. ve still got New York?” —Princeton Ticker Ain't “Will you always love me this way?” “Well, you sec I’m only a Fresh- man now.” —Brown Jug PIS “Tt is my turn now,” said the man as he darted into the revolving doors. —Cornell Widow “I hear your father has become a prohibition officer.” ~ “Yeah, the stuff got too expensive to buy.” —Norre Dame JucG.er PAH He called her up and asked how She was that night and she Gave answer, “I’m a co-ed now And not so good as I used to be.” —Wisconsin Octopus PAH “Why are good resolutions like drunken college boys?” “Because they need to be carried —Brown Jug Rad The boy stood on the burning deck And yelled with all his might: “Now; father, you go up to bed, There'll be no game to-night!” —Notre Dame Juggler Another! By Golly! Dusk—and a new moon dripping ts silver beams on us. We were walking slowly over the hill and through the woods that border the grounds of our summer home. This was our first walk together since a like evening the summer be- fore, when it seemed so hard for me to say “good-by.” And now we were walking again the dust-tinted path under the same old jester'moon who seemed to smile with pleasure at its own enchanting power. Yet as we moved slowly along not a word passed between us. The situation seemed to hold her speech- less, though I knew she had much to tell me. But her mere presence offered me companionship—comfort. As we approached the house in silence, I hated to leave her again. But, then—they don’t allow cows in the house, donchaknow! —WNotre Dame Juggler Rd “There’s a reason,” confided the stag as he went out to the car between dances. —Middlebury Blue Baboon “That girl is sure good considering the shape she’s in.” “Perhaps that explains it, Arthur!” —CauiForNiA PELICAN comicbooks.com