THE BATTALION
Quoth Eppie Taff:
Here lies the bones
Of Rolland Becker,
He rolled off the top
Of his double-decker.
—McGill Daily.
“Husband,” said the wife of the
Physics Prof., suspiciously.
“Yes, my dear.”
“Who is this Violet Ray you are
always talking about in your sleep?”
—Logg.
“Isn’t Angelina a sort of suicide ?
“Wlhat do you mean, suicide
blonde?”
“Dyed by her own hand, old thing.”
—Puppet.
Approaching Danger.
First Roach (on a Nabisco box) :
What in the hell is your hurry ?
Second Roach: Don’t you see that
sign. It says, “Tear along this line!”
Her eyes wer e like pools of water.
I wonder, what a diver would find ?
Pearls or MUD. —Shadowland.
“Felix is an awful ladies man.”
“I know it. I’ve seen him with
some awful ladies.”
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The big or little
company—which?
'I rHEN the talk turns to where should a
VV fellow start w r ork, a question arises on
which college men naturally take sides.
“You’ll be buried in the big company,say
some. “Everything is red tape and depart
ments working against each other.’'
“Your little company never gets you any
where,” others assert. “The bigger the
company the bigger your opportunity. ”
And that seems true—but in a different
sense. Not physical size but bigness of purpose
should be our standard for judging an indus
trial organization just as it is forjudging a man.
Where will you find this company with
Published in
the interest of Elec
trical Development by
an Institution that will
be helped by what
ever helps the
Industry.
a vision?
Whether its plant covers a hundred acres
or is only a dingy shop up three flights is on
the face of it no indication of what you want
to know—is such and such a company more
concerned with developing men and ideas than
boosting profits at the expense of^Service?
You must look deeper. W hat is the or
ganization’s standing in the industry ? What do
its customers say ? What do its competitors say ?
There are industries and there are companies
which offer you every opportunity to grow.
Spiritually they are as big and broad as the
earnest man hopes to build himself. If you
are that kind of man you will be satisfied with
a company of no lower standards.
Conversely, if you are working for such a
big-souled company, the. very fact will argue
that you yourself are a man worth while, for
in business as in social life a man is known by
the company he picks.
* * *
The electrical industry needs men who can
see far and think straight.
An organization which holds for its
ideal the hope that it may measure up
to the aspirations of those who work
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Did you ever get a
mellifluous letter from that
dimpled darling from
the old home town and she pro
mises to send you
a box of those toothsome
divinities made divine
by her lilliputatian hands. And
you divine that
the divinity from your div
inity will be a
fit morsel to place in the
face of hunger. Your
mouth waters and to check the
flow you track it
over to postmaster Henderson,
the man of letters,
rather than to Cap Watkins,
the man of fixtures.
So you peer into your box with
a mental photograph
of a little green card notifying
you of heaven’s gift
earthbound in white tissue. But,
Atlas! your box resem
bles the proof sheets of a
Bertillion expert. The
letters M. T. sum up its contents.
To you this implies
“Maybe tomorrow.” On the morrow
sure enough a card
meets your eager gaze. You draw
on your imagination
what it portends. But your
account has been
overdrawn as the card reads
“Report to the fiscal
office.” For several days there
is no change. Finally
after giving up all hope, you
glance casually into
the aperture and find nestling
upon its cobwebbed
interior the coveted card—
board of girreen. Hast
ily you present your gastro
nomic passport. And
oblivious to all else, you
clutch the “Pacquet
Doux” to your breast, and fly
to the love nest. With
trembling fingers you lay open
the handiworks of
your diety and behold! there
in peaceful repose,
lies that pair of woolen hose
You left at home Christmas.
“GET FUR HOME BRUNO.”
“I hear that Mable nearly drown
ed the other day.”
“Yes, the button came off her
swimming suit and no one dared to
save her.”
Society reporter writing for Stu
dent Life.—“Cooling refreshments
were served and the young ladies
showed skill in the way they filled up
their programs.
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