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Sign in librlrry: Only low talk per-
niittcd here.
-Pitt Panther
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“Who ever told that guy he wa* a
pcaa. He mi^it know It, but be darn
ed if he can teafch It. The trouble it
that he it too far advanced Every
time he tries to etc plain something
he jfet* ao far off the subject that no
one understand! anything about it. |
He oughta go back to the farm, or try
teaching an advance course . . . . ;
“Ye-a-a-a, 1 flpnked it too.“
. —Pitt Panther
1 ; 1 _1^_ ’ •' ,
THE SOCIAL OITCAST8 LAMENT
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“What brought me here? naked the
little roae-bud. 1 !
“The stalk.•* answered the roae.“
|4 Fenn State Froth
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A cultured woman ' is one who can
pull up a shoulikrrstrtp without going
through the motions of a small hoy
scooping his new hat out of the mud.
*T taw Joe last night and got that
old feelin’,” f sighed the blonde. To
which the brunette cracked, “Oh. ao
he’a still aa fresh aa ever
-Voo-Doo
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Farewell cruel world.
My race is run.
My honor's soiled, «
I am undone.
I sit and mope,
Alan, in vain;
Not one last hope
Does here remain.
My mark I’ve milled.
After all my tries.
I’m not a “Communist'’
>to Congrea*man Dies.
1 drank pink tea,
I read my Marx,
I cried “Liberty’*
In city parka.
took labor’s wrecks
Into my fold.
And cashed the checks
For my Moscow gold.
Hy means mathematical
I showed Capital's lies.
But I'm not a radical
To OaugiuaaugMk Dies.
)■ring me a noose.
And bring me a knife.
To cut me loose
From this horrible life,
prtng me cyanide.
And bring me a gun.
Hard though I’ve tried.
I am undone.
That's all to be said.
For I realize, \
That I’m not a “red'*.
To Congressman Dies."
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Cl ESS WHO?
Patron: “I’ll take a box of those
pills you are aduertisiv« t and make *
them double strength.’*
Druggist: “Yei sir, here you are
sir. That will be &6 centa, sir.“
Patron: '“Hey. what’s the idea in ‘
giving me my change in nickles?”
Druggish: “You’ll need the nkkles
sir—with those piils!" •
1.1 — Rice Owl
If you try to kiss me III call my
N mpther.“ •
Twhat'a the matter with your fath-
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“Oh. he's not as deaf as mother is.**
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"(Jod bless mother, father, sister,
and brother, and good-bye. God. I’m
going to college.’’
Twas just a kiss I asked for
And you gave your consent.
And then I asked if e’er before .
[Your kisses you had lent.
When you said “No” in tones so me^kl
ply cheat swelled out in pride.
JjBut then you showed me your tech*
nique,
I knew darn well you had lied.
M S v Jr3r- J
Bryan Booster: “How do you like
our little town?"
Visitor: it’s the first cemetery tlmt
I ever saw with lights in it.**
that oppo-
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1st: It has been prc
sites attract.
No. 2: Can you prove it? .
1st: Sure, loose women and tight
men.
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—Mad Hatter
THE BATTALION