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November 15, 1933.
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It ia understood that «it didn’t take the Corps a
century to make progress in Fort Worth.
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Boss: I'm afraitl you won’t do.”
Steno: “.Did I say I wouldn't?"
—Rammer Jammtr
“Does your boy friend have ambitions?”
“Yeah, ever since he has lx?en knee high.’
—Rammer Jammer
“Can you row a boat?*!
“Yeah, Canoe?
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Rammer Jamm.r
There was a young iady named
Ransom
She was loved three tirjn** in a
Hansom ,
But when she asked for more
Came a weak voice from the floor
“My name’s Hanson, not Samson.”
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One little pig went to market,
One little pig went to town.
One little pig was caught ami now
They’re kicking the football around.
—Temple Owl
A general and a colonel were walking down the
street. They met many privates, and each time the
colonel saluted he would miRter, “The same to you.”
The general’s curiosity was aroused, and he asked :
“Why do you always Say that?”
The colonel answered: ,“1 was a private once my
self, and I know what they are thinking.” ,
—Reserve Red ('at
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What's worse than raining cats and dogs?
taxi cabs.
—Skipper
COEDX! AM I
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BY J. M. SHEPHERD
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Were the spirits of days gone by a-fopt on*the
eerie e’en of October 31, or did some freshman merely
play some idle prank in the supernatural melee which
comes to the campus each Hallowe’en? Whichever**it ^
was, the inscription on the monumental statue of Law
rence Sullivan Ross, which stands in front of the old
Administration Building, was found to be somewhat
extended after the mystic haze of the ghoulish gloom \
of the night had cleared away. Perhaps, the addition
was not as well as the original, nor was it as artis
tically inscribed. Nevertheless, the whitewashed itCo-
eds! Am I mortified?” presented a thoughtful ques
tion to cadets ambling to morning classes.
Suppose Lawrence Sullivan Ross were granted the
power to return to the school which for 8 years he
gave so unsparingly his time and energy. Suppose he
should see dainty co-eds attending the jealously guard
ed masculine classes characteristic rtf his time. Sup
pose, too, he should hear prevalent talk that more fe
males will probably swarm his befoved campus latef.
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Would he relinquish his supernatural powe# in
disgust and return to his everlasting sleep, or u>0uld
he begin a fight to keep the female atmosphere not
only off but away from the campUft? The oldtirner*
say that “Sully” would fight to the last ditch to keep
from mixing boots with high heel slippers. He would
keep a man’s school for men.
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But R cannot be. “Sully” cannot come back to
head the fight; time has decreed ^hat he leave the
destinies of the school to others. But,, watching from
somewhere, he must be alarmed at the impending ca
tastrophe, and pangs of regret must be caused by the
indifferent attitude taken by his cadets.
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Perhaps, the freshman who besmeared the que>-
tion was merely a medium for a psychic phenomena,
and it was “Sully’.’ after all, trying to do his part to
make the student body realize the seriousness of the
danger, who guided the hand to “Coeds! Am I morti
fied ?”