The Battalion. (College Station, Tex.) 1893-current, June 01, 1942, Image 11

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    11 Famous Last Words
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“Yeah, coach, I’ll go In and do my best 7
“You’re tickling me, honey.”
“Here comes the G-men!”
^“Yes, I’m dated this week and every nighti fpr
the next six months! Get the drift?” L i
“Oh, you’re married.” i ' .
“Hope this chute opens.”
“This package ain’t got no bomb in it.
I’ll open it.”
“No!”
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Look,.
Pat and Mike were detailed for scout duty Over
seas. The commanding officer ordered them’to con
ceal themselves in a cow’s hide and pretend to gaze
toward the German trenches. Pat was given the front
legs and Mike the hind legs.
All went well until Pat received a prod tronj
buddy.[ i, j *!,
“Come on, let’s get out of here,” hissed Mike-
“What’s the matter?” replied Pat.
“Matter?” snorted Mike, “Here comes a Oerm4n
with a pail!” ’ L »
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Father: Well, son, I’m glad you put in a year fct
A. & M. Did you learn anything? . ■ j j
Son: Yes, sir! 1 ; . j
Father: How high can you count?
Son: One, two. three, four, five, six, seven, eight,
nine, ten, Jack, queen, king! ' j |
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I cranka da car,
Bawt she won’t run,
Theesa automobile
She’s a sawn of a gun!
Shesa stoppa in da middle
Of da street upa town.
I look in da carburetor,
But shesa no drown.
I pusha da wheel,
Knocka da brake,
Da horn I feel,
I looka in da tank,
Wat I see—yas!
Sawn of a gun!
Shesa outa da gas!
He: You’re Mae West, aren’t you?
She: No, I’m June West—thirty days hotter'than
Mae.
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Clerk at bookstore—This book will do half yefur
work for you. ; jfj' j « |
Aggie Junior—Great! I’ll take two!
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“Who was the girl you had at the dance?” said
an Aggie to a'Texas U. frat man. j- < J
“She’s the one who has my pin,” replied t^ie
teasipper, “Want me to introduce you?” \ j j.
“No,” replied the Aggie, “Just ask her what 1
did with my vest.” • ;
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Mrs. Jones was spending a day ,in bed with a
severe cough, and her husband was working in the
back yard, hammering spme nails into son^e boards.
Presently his neighbor oame over.
“How’s the wife?” hue asked.
“Not vfery. well,” reptyed Jones.
“Is that her coughing?”
“No, you fathead. It's a hen house.*}
—Coastal Cat
,leman.
WELCOME, AGGIES
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We Are At Your Service
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• Cleaning and Pressing * | j
• Alterations;
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Repairs
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JOEL ENGLISH, Mgr. :/|
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Over Exchange Store
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