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This page features a satirical column mocking college life and social pretensions of the era. The main text is a rambling, self-absorbed monologue from a college student dwelling on trivial concerns: dating mishaps, summer employment prospects, and social status anxieties. Key references include **Tex Guinan's** (a famous speakeasy), **Uncle Moe** (likely a relative or authority figure), and casual mentions of **Ziegfeld** (theatrical productions). The illustrations caricature the confused, anxious student mentality. The satire targets the superficiality of collegiate social life—obsession with appearance, romantic conquests, and economic concerns (haggling over summer wages). The rambling, stream-of-consciousness style emphasizes youthful self-absorption and indecision. The humor relies on readers recognizing these as universal college stereotypes and vanities worth mocking.

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| JUDGE \AIG IH I was insulted at Tex Guinan’s t‘other morning. See Mac's draw- out the land... with its attendant mush, and the lights of the autographed Ford are being dimmed in lonely lanes. Youth is sprawled on a dormitory smoking a pipe. » first worrics of 1 ing. Had an interesting experience } in a quiet place with a girl a few nights ago. It was about mys- | tery novels. She's as much of a whether he | mystery fiend as I and we tabu- in the college } | lated the ten most recent mystery town through the summer and | novels we had both read. Then we checked off, maybe marry that girl at i | | i truthfully, those we had solved before the end of the — the hotel cigar-stand or he checked off six. I checked four. None — go ba nd work f those which I checked were on her list. That, — in the tore and } however, was not the interesting point. Those she go on those moon- a checked were particularly gruesome and repulsive light rides in the hard- | as concerned the murder element. You can just | ware store’s "17 Buick } betcha I never date that girl again. truck with Jeanette... HH | I shudder to think of the narrow escapes I may nette showed signs of | have already had! getting fat last fall... verything has been extraordinarily quict along may have to make a play the collegiate front of late. The lads are busy dick- for Irene Ki + won- | ering with Uncle Moe to care for their coonskins der if that Jones “flat” is until fall. Clothes, furniture, and quips for the hangin’ around her yet : Cheer L rs page in Jupor are being sold and... and I wonder if the | the nickels hoarded against expensive proms. Form “Governor” will continue { | | letters are being sent to lovely young ladies through- his custom of sticking the | u | cancelled checks I wrote ! | at College under my plate at dinner my first night | at home ... 1 wonder i if the hardware store will - | aytaessevenicensbuckers tf R LETERS iW pay me seventeen bucks a FOR STIFF: SHIRT-Feos an week this summer instead 5a BEST StEPrEES HI of fifteen .. . better w COLLEGES } and find out; pretty handy around that store and tl never 1 me what I'm worth! . . . Six weeks x and I've got to come to a decision! . . . That cigar girl... Lessee, what's her name? Gosh! . .. funny... never heard her name | ... if I could jus’ date her up... practically “4 had her made that night when Smudge Smedl came up an’ asked if I was still scoutin’ and snoopi for Ziegfeld . . . she 1 1... two traveling salesmen buying cigars 1, too. . . that was three months ago... I'll get that guy Smudge Smedley iffus the las’ thing adoo! ... [ wonder who I oughta drag to the prom... not that V sar gal I had last year... I had the first dance with her and the next time I saw her she was squeez- | in’ a flask ina parked car with Funny Huber after the prom was over... oh, wel-I-l, Funny doesn’t j know yet who accidentally dropped that lit cigaret in his’ coonskin pocket hangin’ in the hall... I { | wonder if I'll make cheer leader nex’ year, I gotta if cet a letter somehow . . . hate to think I’m gonna | A ; 3 : 8 | be a junior again nex’ (Continued on page 29) ] 114 | comicbooks.com