THE BATTALION.
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Professor—Mr. McGinnis, what did
the author say on sheep wool?
McGinnis—Cultivated sheep produce
kinkled wool.
Matches are made in heaven they
say, but those that turn oot badly
must he Lucifer matches from an
other shop.—Ex.
Lectoie says that he is going to crip
ple all his little brothers next sum
mer or learn to tackle, so that he can
play end on the regular foot-ball team.
Professior—How did Demosthenes
end his life?
Hud jins 1 —Committed suicide by
btoying his brains out with a Colt’s
revolver.
John Cadell (in oyster parlor), after
eating four plates of crackers, grabbed
up a plate, and after walking in the
kitchen, said: “Got any more of them
thar crackers?”
Fish Bryan says he is not coming
back next year if they don’t think
enough of him to give him a .cor
poral ship.
Mr. Sheppard, a prominent lawyer
of Texarkana, Tex., recently visited
his brother. Cadet Sheppard, who has
been very sick lately. We wish him
an early recovery.
Lost.—Professor’s bird. Supposed to
have flown in a scuffle during “Chem.”
practice. Finder will please return to
Capt. Walden and Lieut. Winkler and
receive liberal reward.
At the recent meeting of the com
missioned officers of the Battalion Miss
Alma, the youngest daughter of our
President, was elected Battalion spon
sor. Miss Alma is a favorite and the
corps is delighted to have her as
sponsor.
AN ADVENTURE.
Three smart young' men and three nice
girls—
All lovers true as steel—
Decided in a friendly way,
To spend the day awheel.
They started in the early morn.
And nothing seemed amiss;
And when they reached the leafy lanes
They in like
rode twos this!
They wandered by the verdant dale,
Beside the rippling rill;
The sun shone brightly all the while;
They heard the song-bird’s trill.
They sped through many a woodland
glade,
The world was full of bliss—
And when they rested in the shade,
Theysat intwos likethis!
The sun went down and evening came
A lot too soon, they said;
Too long they tarried on the way,
The clouds grew black o’erhead,
Down dashed the rain! They homeward
flew,
Till one unlucky miss
Slipped sideways—Crash! Great Scott!
, The lot
Wereallmixeduplikethis!
—Exchange.