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We notice tliat the Student Herald,
of Manhattan, Kan., contains no ex
changes, and if allowed the privilege, we
would respectfully suggest that they ap
point an exchange editor.
Doctor (just arrived)—“What on earth
are you holding his nose for?”
Pat (kneeling beside the victim)—“So
his breath won’t leave his body, of
course.”
A proud woman, like a hand organ, is
full of airs.
Dancing masters are always taking
steps to raise money.
A hair-raising story delights the heart
of the bald-headed man.
Even a dark lantern has its bright
side.
Prof. Sigles—“What is an octopus?”
Small Boy (who has just begun to
take Latin), eagerly—“Please, sir, I
know sir; it’s an eight-sided cat.”
The November issue of the New Hamp
shire College Monthly contains several
very interesting articles, among which
may be mentioned “Trip to the Isle of
Shoals.”
“Speaking of ships,” said the sentimen
tal young bachelor, “courtship is a trans
port.”
“Yes,” retorted the henpecked bene
dict, “but marriage is a warship.”—Phil
adelphia Press.
We cordially welcome The Kodak, pub
lished by the Eau Claire High School
Athletic Club. It is a very neatly got
ten up paper, and we hope to see it on
our table again.
“Oh, well, I suppose I can get along
all right for one day without a watch.”
THE TEYST.
Potato was deep* in the dark under
ground.
Tomato above in the light;
The little tomato was ruddy and round.
The little potato was white.
And redder and redder she rounded above.
And paler and paler he grew.
And neither suspected a mutual love.
Till they met in a Brunswick stew.