College of Idaho - Trail Yearbook (Caldwell, ID)

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136 The TRAIL We discovered that Marion also keeps a diary on the last page of her Biology note-book, which reads thusly: May 16. Bill is not strongly hooked. W Hind toe developed and not elevated above front one. Bill is not coated with soft skin. Mein Liber Couzin Hanz. ' As I have noddinks to do, und do not vish to do it anyways, I tout I voud took up my pen und boddle of ink in hand und set at der tiperiter und rit you a ledder. Blease excuse der pencil. Ve are all vell here veens ex- cept your brudder-he was kicked in dr suburbs by your nag. Der: nag is no expected to lif. Your sick aunt vat died last veek from population of der brain is still dead und doing nicely. Now that she is dead you are still an orphant. The only relation you got living now is your unkle vot vass killed in der sivil war. Your brudder Bill vent to vork dis morning. Der job vill last six C65 monts, but he may get out on good behaver. Bisness is dull since you left especially saloon bisness. Your frau vas took to Black- foot dis morning as she is crazy to see you. Der is a family next door to us by der name of Hills vats got a datter as old as her name is. My fadder got a job dis morning as chief engineer on a peanut roaster. Thanking you in advance for past favors and hoping you vill answer dis letter be- fore you gets it, I remane, Your confectionate couzin, Fritz. Vance, in English History: What happened to Somerset ? He turned a flip-flop and died. Miss Nichol in H. A.: This is positively the worst recitation I have ever heard. I have recited three-fourths of it myself. Dr. Salomon in Tennyson: Nothing can live that is absolutely perfect. Irene B.: I feel 'terribly sick now. Mr. Hawkes: In what course can my son Jim expect to graduate ? Dr. Boone: In the course of time. H. H. Hayman, in a restaurant: Serve lobsters here ? Waitress: Yes, What will you have? Archie: How can I keep my toes from going to sleep? Gert: Don't let them turn in. Pooki: You sit down on every joke I write. Mary: I wouldn't if there was any point to them. The angry citizen was trying to talk to a party over the phone, and was interrupted by someone breaking in on him. Who the blink-blank is the ding-blatted idiot on the other end of this line? he thundered. Fm sure I don't know who you are, sweetly replied a feminine voice.

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The TRAIL 135 Carlton Clate, out of breathj : What's the score? Funnie: Nothing to nothing. Carlton: Good game, eh ? Funnie: I don't know. It hasn't started yet. Prof. Rankin: What do you want to work at? New Student: At intervals. Jack: I shave myself. Walter: I don't blame you for not spending money on a face like that. Georgia A.: The Ouija board may call up almost anything. John M.: Yes? Well, that ain't all. When you are sailing the ocean waves the little Swells may call up almost anything. 'Twas the night after Board-day, and all through my jeans, I was searching in vain for the price of some beans. But nothing was doing, the milled edge had quit: Not a penny was stirring, not even a jit. Backward, turn backward, oh cash in thy flight, Give me my fifteen just for tonight.

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