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THE BATTALION
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The 'biolofry Prof, was speakiiiK* “I have here
Home very fine specimens of diaaected frogs, which I
will ahow you.”
Unwrapping the parcel, some sandwiches, fruit
and hard-l>oiled eggs came to view.
“But, surely—I ate my lunch !” he exclaimed.
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—Penn. State Froth
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“Sophisticated young thing, isn't she7
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He: “Hello Baby.”
Shi*: “I’ll have you know I’m no-lxsly’s baby.”-
He: “Well. woilldn’A you feel like hell at a familv
reunion .
• Burr
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The bright pupil looked long and thoughtfully at
the second examination question which read: “State
the numl>er of tons of coal shipped out of the United
States in any given year.” Then his brow cleared-and
he wrote: «
“1492—none.” r
I —The Oil Weekly
lecturer (speaking on the value of education) —
“Yea, what can take the place of a university educa
tion? Nothing. Look at the man who only finishes
grammar school. Where is he now? He is a motorman
on a street car. But where is the man who has gone
through university and has gotten his diploma?”
Voice in Audience—“He’s the conductor!”
—The Oil Weekly
Fraternity House Rules
1 : No liquor of any kind will Ik* allowed in the
house. r .
2. Bottles will not la* thrown from upper story
windows.
—Whirlwind
Advice to Co-eds
“So you’re no longer a struggling stenographer?”
**No. as soon as I stopped struggling I didn’t have
to Ik* a stenographer.”
—The Oil Weekly
“(’ailing car 57! ('ailing car 57! Casey, ditch the
blonde! Your wife’s looking for you.**
—Burr
Why worry? It will probably never happen.
—Whirlwind
Prof: “I shall ra>t keep the class any longer this
afternoon. You may all leave now.’
Kish : “But I don’t want to leave for home. There’s
a new baby just come to our house.”
Prof: “A little baby—you should U* happy.”
Fish: “I’m not happy—Pa’ll blame me—he'blames
ms for everything/* J
—Burr
Her: “Oh yes I’ve l>een married for the l>est part
of the year.”
* She: “But I thought you were married only about
ten days ago.”
Her: “Yes.”
—Burr
“Eyes Right”! thundered the Negro lieutenant.
“You’s wrong!” came from the depths of the black
troops.
—Burr