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Browning's Complete Works. | —Gro, Licutenstein, | U. of Michigan *29 i} } Hi—What is it that has four i} legs and stands in a barn, and can i} see equally well with both ends? | Ball—A blind horse. | —Hower Wittiams, Denison "29 | Things I Do Not Want i} This Christmas } A purple necktie. i A silk shirt. | Roller skate Dr. Eliot's Five Foot Shelf of Wi Books. i A steam roller. A job. | j A request to appear before the | Board of Deans. | —Banry Manoxey | Catholic U, “IT hear poor Tom was stran- gled to death.” “Yeah, he cut his throat while shaving and his room-mate made a tourniquet.” —Everett Freeman, | Columbia '30 Oversight “Open him up again surgeon to his assistant turned hurriedly to the operatin room. “I just found out this fel- low is a humorist and I forgot to leave a sponge inside.” —Raove Briumerra, Yale A house party is a place where a fellow takes a girl and then comes home cither engaged to her or off her for lif —Coun Hersury, U. of Colorado '29 Joe—He's a two letter man. College—That right? Joe—Yeh, let ‘er neck or let ‘er walk. —J.R. McRevnops Banks, Columbia ‘31 “Well, do you think it will rain, Arbuthnot?” “It all depends on the weather.” Gene Towner, U. of California ’30 You'd mak “Singing Foo! a great hit in the f you could sing. —Ricuarp A. Harte, Lafayette "30 Then there was the doubting Thomas, who bought some rei pre-war booze poisoning. died of sceptic R. D. Witepox, Harvard °29 Tons of torn ticker tape and telephone directories littered the pavement. Much more flurried furiously about the one man in whom the whole city was inter- ested. Bands blared, motor cops rushed hither and thither clear- ing the way for the procession in his honor. The City Hall was decked for the welcome of the hero. Fair ladies fainted, brave men were killed the rush. Above it all sat the man himself, smiling, bowing, idolized. Who he? None other than Os- wnalted—cehat-d’ya'aay? wald Musselbound, the first man Crvstar—l’m all shook up, to strip down one of the new too. — Warten Conratu, Fords! U. of Pittsburgh '29 Rov—I feel like a chocolate —Ep Heterr, Mississippi College ’29 comicbooks.com