THE BATTALION.
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Of French this simple maid knew naught,
But, doubting not ’twas something nice,
Upon its meaning quickly thought;
Then, in a trice,
Upward she turned her pretty head;
Her rosy lips together drew
For purpose plain, and coyly said:
“Yes, Billy, do!”
l’ENVOI.
And Bill}’’ did.—Life.
The February Lyre comes up to its usual high standard.
The articte on Robert Burns is particularly good.
Use of Slang.
Young man: “Now, won’t you promise?”
Sweet young Miss: “I can’t do anything for you, but
will take your name.”
Young man: “Good! That is just what I have been
begging you all this time to promise.”
We regret that the February Purdue Exponent contains
no Exchange Department.
“What is raised mostly in damp climates?” asked a
teacher. “Umbrellas,” replied Johnny.—Ex.
She: “Don’t you always pity a girl who is frightened
in the dark?”
He: “Naturally, I cannot help feeling for her.”—Ex.
A girl is sweet, but oh! how bitter
The girl is when her dress doesn’t fit her.—Ex.
If you want to be well informed, take a paper—even a
paper of pins will give you some good points.—Ex.
Jones: “How is your boy doin’ at college!”
Holcomb: “Splendid! Gettin’ high marks! First time