The Battalion. (College Station, Tex.) 1893-current, June 01, 1942, Image 16

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A salesman from the states appeared at a Can
adian recruiting office to enlist.
“I suppose you want ai commission,” said the
sergeant. i
“No, thanks,” was the reply. “I’m such a poor
shot I’d rather work on a straight salary.”
“Do Englishmen use American slang?”
“Some of them do. Whjt?”
“My daughter is being married in London, and
the duke just cabled me to come across.”
—Old Maid.
He:—Do you know how bad the drouth is in the
Midwest? J
• She:—No. How bad is it?
He:—It’s so bad the trees are going to the dogs.
An Englishman was seeing some Aggies dancing.
He seemed greatly impressed, and after a lengthv
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| they marry afterwards, don’f they?”
Gent:—Your pooch has rather a bulging ap
pearance—what’s the matter with it?
Polly:—I think she has stowaways, sir.
You can’t tell a farmer jgirl that a stork brings
baby calves, because she knqfws it’s the bull.
A couple was sitting on the lawn admiring the
scenic beauties.
“Some moon out tonight!” said he.
i “Some stars,” said she. i
“Some dew on the grass/’ said he.
‘‘Hell, no, Not me!” said’she—and left.
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