College of Idaho - Trail Yearbook (Caldwell, ID)

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A Love Match FAIRY TALES rin sorry, professor, but I had a date hist night. Shows bore me; let ' s stay at home. I ' m sure she ' s much nicer than I am. Dont brinft your car; I ' d mucli ratlicr wall . Just a sandwicli and a glass of milk, please. This hat should do me for two years yet. Come on, let ' s have some fun studying Epistemology. Prof.: Wake Mr. Hin,shaw there, will you ? IliH-tt: Aw, do it yourself; you put liini to sleep. — X — Kddie: You sure can dance. ' iola: Oh, yes, I love to. Eildie: Then we ' ll love. — X — Well, Mr. Brown, I see that your son has taken his 15. A. and his M. A. Farmer Hrown: Yes, but his P. X. still supports him. liiiprcssioiis

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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

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i ■JtLl Ot ' ijM (tin littittlrtii tliirt ii-fimr Pocatello C ' o-td at lioiiii ' Coiniiif]: fiaiiic: Did you see all of the frame ? Ditto: No, C. of I. made one toiirh l ncn just when I had to toiii-h « i my face. ADVKKTISU) ( 11 ' nju lo(fies to niirtCttliui ) By the shores of Cutieura, By the Man-a-cean water. Lived tile prophylartic (liiiUt, Daiiderine, the ll -liiiMr daufrhter She was I t ed hy Klaxon INistuni, Son of Sunkist and X ' ietrola, Heir-ajiparent to the iMazda Of the trihe of t ' oea-eola. Throufrh the forests strolled the lovers ' o()ds luitrod liy An lo-Saxon, Lovely, little wri)rf. ' ley Chielet, ' Were the Inirniiifr words of Klaxon. No r rent- ean [urnel) the lire. ' riioii(. ' h I know youVe still a niere iriiss. Oh. ni Crest-o-lite dcsir -. Let lis marry, ' I ' iniken Djer-Kiss. ' A man shadowed me all the a home yesterday. Did y ni seream? Of eiMirse not. He eirried my para- sol. ' I ' oday ' s feature film: ,lohn eomes home from the hospital in two jiarts, — X — . duet, liy the tailor and hanjjnuin en- titled, It fits well around the neek? — X — A mw Sony-, The hoys all called lii ' r poison, lieiause no one would take her. — X — Smithy ' s sad laTuent: I -net her hy the liriee .ind she jtave me the {rate. — X — The frrave dipfrer ' s love soufr, I ' d move the earth for ()U. -X — ll.iwiian: Wluit is a country estate! ' ( hief: Two trees and a mortpipe. Prof. Hay man discovered his younjr hope- ful ri ' adinfr a dime novel. I ' nhand nie, villain, the detected boy cried, or there will be bloodshed. No, said Haymiin, tifrhteninp his hold on the boy ' s collar. Not bloodshed, wood- shed.