University of Michigan - Michiganensian Yearbook (Ann Arbor, MI)

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High Signs. LGERON had fallen into the clutches of some un- scrupulous upper classmen. Poor freshman, I pitied him. I was for telling at once what liars we were, but the fellows wouldn ' t stand for that. Yes went on the Law from Saginaw in a cautious semi- whisper, Prof. is an honorary member of our fraternity. You ' ll learn what a winner he is too, at our next meeting. He ' s as loyal a brother as ever passed a high sign. If you ever want any help, want a favor of him, do this so there. ' Now wiggle- Good. If that don ' t bring him try agai n. His hes- titancy ' 11 be due to his doubt as to your standing. an ' 11 fetch him. Keep it up Mr. Greene, Algeron Greene. Can you tell me, Mr. Greene, what are the chemical formulae for silver and gold ? Au, for gold, sir, and silver sir, I I Poor Willy! he had been told that a flunk brought unheard of disasters. The color left his face he was doomed. Then to himself: Ah, happy thought! My fraternity brother! I ' ll work that high sign on him. Up went the freshman ' s hands, a thumb to each ear, and Willy ' s fingers, hands and elbows too, wiggle-waggled and kept on wiggle-waggling for dear life. For a moment the professor looked sharply at him and then said, I think you are in the wrong department Mr. Greene, for if you are an ass and looking for a barnyard, try the law department. ' 1 Poor freshman! A. and J. [HERE w as a man, he had two sons, And these two sons were brothers; Judson Pat was the name of one, Albert Pat the other ' s. And these two sons to college went, And they did get some knowledge; One now throws sinners out of school, The other out of college.

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better not go out there unless you want to get into trouble. I ' ve been watching them through the window and they ' re up to snuff. Give me your clothes and we ' ll have a little joke of our own. ' I fell out of my mackintosh and wrapped it around him in a jiffy, and with my tam o ' shanter on he looked like one of the jolly old friars you read about, his round, red face fairly beaming with enjoyment. I got to a window just in time to see him go down the steps. How they could have taken him for me I don ' t know, but they did, or at least pretended to. They grabbed him, tripped him up and in the moonlight I could see them plowing through his grey hair with the clippers. He kicked and yelled like a three-year-old, but they didn ' t stop until they had clipped him clean. When at last he managed to get inside again, he was a pretty sorry sight, his hair shingled close to his head, his clothes muddy and one eye blackened. But he was game I tell you. ' I didn ' t think they ' d do it, the impudent young scoundrels, ' he gasped, ' but I got into the scrape myself so I ' ll grin and bear it. ' The best part of the joke developed next day at dinner when the boys told the story, for we found out that old Mr. Moore was Miss Greenaway ' s uncle. She was as mad as a hornet for having got him in such a fix and scolded us soundly. But we have been mighty glad of the whole affair because she has been very con- siderate in her speech ever since. Kirch ' s Jokes and Sayings. If we keep on with this subject till Christmas, we will all have mental dyspepsia. Our Supreme Court (Michigan) might have taken the com- mon sense view of this matter, if only by way of exception. This uncertainty of the law is the happy condition of affairs which keeps us lawyers in our broadcloth togs and brandy on our sideboards. Less disturbance ! We ' re not a beer garden. This authority cited four cases on this point; but he might just as well cited Bunyan ' s Pilgrim ' s Progress. That is the opinion of some legal luminary down there in Arkansas. They have not reasoned it out. They have just come to that conclusion. A hand was timidly raised during Professor Kirchener ' s lecture to the Freshman class one day last semester. The Professor at last, to rid himself of the nuisance of seeing that freshman ' s hand waiting patiently for his notice, asked, in those soft and kind tones of his: Well, what is it The now terror-stricken stripling replied: Please, sir, may I go out? There ' s the door git!

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Sam ' s Bundle, HAM MOTTER started from his room on Munroe to the Phi Delta Phi house the other day carrying a bundle under his arm. He had just began the descent of the hill on S. State, when he met his half-winded frat brothers, who to a man demanded his company on a little serenading expedition they had in mind. The added charm of Sam ' s voice was just what they wanted. But this bundle, Sam complained. What ' s in your bundle? one asked. Never you mind what ' s in it? Oh, bother the bundle Sam, but come along. At last he was persuaded and bundle and Sam V joined in the little excursion. Now the K A S house was not far distant and as the boy ' s voices were in good trim, of course it was not long until they were asked in. Sam laid his bundle on the porch beside the door. The Phi Delta Phi dog was along that night, belated to br ] sure for he ' d stopped in at the Gamma Phis ' to eat their cat, am seeing Sam ' s bundle there, picked it up, not very carefully, an darted in the half-open doorway strewing Sam ' s laundry across tin parlor floor. Of course the socks and and well there was considerable consternation on all sides. The Germ ' s Vow and the Germ ' s rote. BY C. M. li. LITTLE GERM sat on a pretty girl ' s lip, Woe to the man who dares take a sip ; But that night in the parlor, With the folks sitting near The dire deed was done, And so much without fear, So gently and sweet; So quickly and bold; So very smooth That the germ lost its hold, Slipped from its resting place And died of a cold.