College of Idaho - Trail Yearbook (Caldwell, ID)

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Otic hmnlriil th ' irli Tlic xcini Mr. ami Mm. . . I ' . . . iliriilc where l liaini thf lU ' ic jtirlint ' . t ift (if h ' ftoff .tniler- . ' ' •iiniu. ' iki . nt ' ic li ti.-i,- iffi tnli. ' t. THF, THF.ATUK J ' hfif Star Friendly Rivals Smith-Kastman Daddy I.oii}; Legs Iltifrli I.anili Almost a Husljand Coruiii Iliiisliaw — X — FORGETFUL Prof. SjiriiifriT: W ' l- will have a (jiiiz to- day. Class: v liavcn ! any |im|ht. Prof. Sprinper: I ' ll fict soiic. But in tlie mcantiine co])y tlicsi ' ijiu ' slions. — X-- CHAPKI- Dr. Hooiic: ' .Mr. ' aii Nuys i i. ' oiiijr to address us today. U he in ciiaiicl ' ' (No rrsponsr). Let us rise and sing, ' Praise (lod frnni Whom All Hlessiufrs Flow. ' — X — Jos C ' olton (kidding a waitress in Slu ' p ' s): Haven ' t I met you l)efor I ' Waitress: X ' ery likeh ou iia e. I was a nurse in an ijisane asNluni lictnrc I sl.irlecl working here. ' S do ::ii Mv lad, women are awful geese. Frosh: Is that what you me.int the other day when you said you ' d heen in .1 wild goose ehase? Hank (to bis wife at show): ,Iudy, tell d.it niggah to take his ahm away from around ' yo waist. Mammy Judy: Tell him yourself, he ' s a puft ' ee ' strangah to me. — X — No l.iz, you lon ' t have to wash dishes to get a rough ehap on your hands. — X — Clarence: What would you do if I were to kiss ymi on the forehe.idr Fr;inkie: I ' d eal! you down. — -- Ruel: Please, Just one Utile kiss. Helen: No, if I givi ' ou one you ' ll w.int more. Kn.-I: No. 1 w.in ' l Helen: Then ou don ' t ileserve one.

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Oiif hutitirrd Ihirty-twv r Ja . .: Grace looks like one of Mielmel Angelo ' s angels. Bo: How ' s that? Jazz: Painted with a master hand. .Mildred II.: .Are late hours {rood for one? ll.nik: o, but they ' re good for two. — X-- . Irs. Harold Jester: Why are you so l;ite with our niilk this morning? Well, you .see, mum. replied the milk- man, the law allows us ■2. ' ),()(IU bacteria to the gallon, and you wouldn ' t believe how long it takes to count the little beggars. Miss Nichols: . ren t you losing flesh lately? Dr. Salomon: Yes. I ' ve bought a safety razor. ' ' — X — Sorry for jwor Rruco, but I know he ' s not the boy to eat his heart out. N ' o, thank goodness! He ' s a vegetar- ian. — X — . 1, mjike ;i sentence with the word Ha- bylon. That ' s easy. When Mollie begins to rave about Sam, Viola yjiwns and says: Go ahead, babbU ' on ' . GALL—IX THREE PARTS 1. i; I 11)1 ii 1