The Battalion. (College Station, Tex.) 1893-current, November 14, 1934, Image 9

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NovemlH»r 14, 19.‘U
Joe: “1 can’t eat this soup.”
Waiter: “Sorry, I’ll call the manager.”
Joe (to manager): “This soup, I can’t eat it.’’
Manager: “I’ll take care of it at once. Call the
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Joe (to chef) : “I can’t eat this soup.*’
Chef: “What's the matter with it.”
Joe: “Nothing only 1 ain’t got a spoon.”
—Purple Parrott
She: “Is the hot water running?”'
He: “Sure, it has to run to keep warrrt.*’
—Cornell Widow
Gal: “If all you wished for came true, what would
you wish for?”
Fella: “Why-er-y. I wouldn’t like to say.”
Gal: “Come, come,, speak up. I have reasons for
suggesting this game.”
—Exchange |
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“Where's the menu?”
“First door to the right.”
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“What do you l>oys talk atsuit at the fraternity
house?!*
“The same thing you girls do.”
“Why you foul-minded thing."
v —Sour Owl
Patient: Doctor, l*m bothered with a (jueer pain.
\N hen I bend forward, stretch out and make a semi
circular movement, a sharp sting comes in my left
shoulder.
} Doctor: Hut why make such motions?)
Patient.; Well, if you know any other wav for a
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man to get on his coat, I wish you’ll let me know'.
The Oil Weekly
One: “I’m wrestling with my conscience.”
Two: “It ought to l>e a good featherweight matcht”
—Sour Owl
“Darling, you’re all the world to me.” •
“Well, that’s no sign that you are going to make
any Cooks Tour tonight."
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Toastmaster, introducing speaker: “I’m Sure M.
Jones, of the Soils and Fertilizer Department, will give
us a pleasant half-hour. He’s just full of his aubrject.”
Burr
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A negro preacher of the Methodist faith was be-,
seeching his flock to join the army of the Lord. After
a prolonged harangue, he was interrupted by a brother
that was a stranger to the church.
“I )>elongs to de army oh de Lawd,” he said pride-
fuiiv. r
“What denumeration is you. brother worshiper?”
queried the preacher.
“I is Baptist,’’ was the reply.
“You ain’t in the army, my son,” said the parson,
“you is in de navy.” * *. I ,
—Sour Owl
“Do they make false eyes out of glass?'*
“Certainly. How else could you see through them?”
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—-Burf