Wyo . ntal plane passed through a portion of theearth in a region where ore is supposed to be located. The best way to carry a meridian into a mine is to let it drop downthe elevator shaft. Prospective suitor (whom Miss Miriam Corthell was showing overher farm) : And what do you raise on your farm?Mim: The last four letters of my name. Prof. F. (who was watching the expressman roll a neat-lookinghardwood barrel into the Dorm.) : Is that barrel from Scotland orFrance? First student: Why is a clock like a Sophomore girl? Second student: I dont know. First student: Because it is all face and no f
Wyo . ntal plane passed through a portion of theearth in a region where ore is supposed to be located. The best way to carry a meridian into a mine is to let it drop downthe elevator shaft. Prospective suitor (whom Miss Miriam Corthell was showing overher farm) : And what do you raise on your farm?Mim: The last four letters of my name. Prof. F. (who was watching the expressman roll a neat-lookinghardwood barrel into the Dorm.) : Is that barrel from Scotland orFrance? First student: Why is a clock like a Sophomore girl? Second student: I dont know. First student: Because it is all face and no figure, has no headto speak of, is hard to stop when once wound up, and has a strikingway of calling attention to itself every hour in the day. Deane (in Math.) : What character is that which the book usesto designate the angle of tortion? Prof. Ridgaway: Thats the Greek letter Phi. Have youbeen president of the Sigma Beta Phi for two years without knowingthe last letter when you see it in a Math, text?. Were in Love.(They really think so, too.) AN ENCORE. Say, Whit, how did you get through that Chemistry exam? Oh, fine! Glorious! the Profs, are enthusiastic; they demandan encore. h we nave no living example o pie of Wolfard: Professor Reed,plantigrade, have we? Prof. Bill (with a twinkle in his eye) : Why, you, yourself,are the best example I know of. •fcxrr^o 0o-:- -00 (xoov fi NEVERMORE.(With Apologies to Edgar Allen Poe.)Once upon a midnight dreary, as he sat and called hear Deary, On a sofa built for one, but holding there came a rappmg, as if someone gently at the parlor my father, sir, she murmured,Only he, and nothing more. What cared he for her relations, he was full of exclamations. Such as Lovey, dees oo love co deary more?When the father, tired of waiting, waiting being aggravating,Opened wide the parlor dcor. Only this—but wait, theres more. Ah, distinctly hell remember that cold night in bleak December, For in
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