The Battalion. (College Station, Tex.) 1893-current, December 17, 1930, Image 21

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a locksmith. cool contour. This must lead to
-Well what were you do- • Somethin*. What would be the
up, gave ihfr in ^hat saloon?* consequence? Heaven help me.
t—When you came in I I grroped on further. My brow be-
was making a bolt for the door, came feverish—my fingers grew
numb. Finally, I reached a bump
Congratulations! At last I had
, * famd : that damaed bed room
light!
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dancing instfuc-
new to-
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Once—Was he surprised when
you told him you wanted to mar-
■jV ry his daughter?
Twice—Was he ? The gun near •
ly fell out of his hand.
—Rice Owl.
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were a darling to
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' Some claim that the shortest
Coga-4Wlio are you going to gtory in the world ^ .« Adam had
’em.'* But an even shorter storv
. eael44 think III have some- i 8 , “Eve had it/’ •
swimming every body get] me a “blind” date. ^Jjtmeaadi
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don’tStaMt my own ^
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—Tiger.
fun.
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a noise and got
under the bfcd I saw a man’s leg.
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morning without a bathing suit
She—That’s nothings
He—I’d like to see you do it.
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Flap—EWd they bury your old
man when he died?
Jack—Naw; they poured him
back in de barrel.
—Yale Record.
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Kind sir, will you
baby for a moment?
Well, lady, it
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Quick doctor, do
I was playing a mouth organ and
swallowed it.
Keep calm, sir, and be
ful you weren’t playing a
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