Central Wisconsin College - Valkyrie Yearbook (Scandanavia, WI)

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Q uit: nag ig, 126 me KEEP SMILINCV' My time has come, muttered the nervous Freshman as he Walked down to the mail box, opened a package, and pulled forth ...... a watch. Helen R.: 'tTliose are clever little wrist-watches, aren't they? Sophus I.: Yes! They have such bright faces. Prof. K.: Qln Physics classD How do you produce, beats ? 'The worldys all wrong, said Prof. Gurholt as he came across a poorly drawn map. 7 Crit.: The picture of the horse is good, but where's the wa- gon P Art.: l'Oh, the 'horse will draw thatf' Uh well, sighed the old Oalcen Bucket. Digging a hole, my man ? i f'Nope, digging the dirt and leaving the hole. ' Oh, murmured the innocent victim as the dentist began to tell a joke, why pull that one P

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f 2 3 24 125 TINY TICKLERSN Miss XV.: VVho wrote David Copperfield? Kathryn J.: CAfter pausej 'KU-hi Dickens. Sigurd R.: Qifranslating Faunen as wonienj. Mrs. F.: VX7here do you get your women?'l Ella P.: I must be hard to understand. Today Kjeseth asked ine a question about ten times and then he said he couldnlt get nie. .... F? Prof. G.: lWould there be any breeze coming from a large lake on a perfectly, clear, windless day? . UMODEST PROPOSALU Heard-knock at door of Norse rooni. Miss S.: XN7as there someone you wanted P' Arthur L.: 'iYes.', Miss S.: 'WVho ?', A. L.: L'You!

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,1 5527 88 atm! ,gp '23 f r ' . . ii , ga A HOIVIESICK FRESHMAN VVhy did I ever come to school, I thought there'd be about one rule. Instead of that here's seventy-fiveg Sometimes I wish I werent alive. These Freshman subjects Iill never understand, . Iill surely be classed among the ignorant band. IW hy here's that dreaded Algebra book, I scarcely dare to give it a look. And the Latin language is surely dead, So I've also heard it said. Oh such foolish, odd declensionl It's certainly beyond comprehension. The compositions in English one, Vkfhen they're mentioned I want to run. And the parts of speech I do detest, And you may imagine all the rest. That Norse book is not so bad 'Cause it's the language of my dad. But here also comes that horrid grammar Vlfhich into my brain is hard to hammer. Last of all comes the spelling class And penmanship where I'm green as grass 5 And these come after three o'clock Wfhen I ani feeling like a block. In the morning when I awake And a close survey of my studies take. I dread to think of the coming day And only wish in my room to stay. But whats the use to worry and fret, I'll never be back here on a bet. just you wait till school is out Then it is that I will shout. Ages it seems before I'll be free Oh! 'hoxv I homeward then will flee. I never, never more will roam, But always cling to dear old home. E. Johnson