Columbia College - Cayuse Yearbook (Milton, OR)

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ate hUrry, we a date; e minutes, pt at eight. llar buttons? Oak. my tie is, wnoe strings broke. irl will rave, ready, Shavg! Pry, Hg WOrse; in is 'missing, VS my Purse? iffy; 1' Emma. make it, 1 be bound! an ramble. tles thmllgh the tap. 1 me? 1 IRS the cap. SS he did. explain. was dying. . V91? next tram. bumpy, awfully dim. 9r blow out! 1 the rim. finished; . at by the gate! mother fellow. too late. 1 Rov Wendler MILKMAID FOUND ON THE CAMPFS FIFTY-FIFTY CUI'SL'S RESERVED SEATS I'lGEKuX-BOO TRANS IN HiM ED MANLEE MADE TO ORDER OVER THE TOP PEEVED? Thirty-an

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Thirty-four Too Late Gee! but I Will have to hurry, Just my luck when Iive a date; Here I have just ten more minutes, Got to be there prompt at eight. Ma, have you seen my collar buttons? Tell Pa to brush my cloak. I just canit think Where my tie is, Hang it! Now my shoe stringis broke. Bob, you fill the radiator. My! but how that girl Will rave. Well I think rm almost ready, By jove, I forgot to shave! Well, I havent time, to starry, She's seen me looking worse; Now'my watch and chain is missing, And Where 011 ear'this my purse? NOW I'll be there in a jiffy; Someone turn the car around. Wonder if Itm going to make it, Its eight fifteen ! 111 be bound ! Say but this old Ford can ramble, The wind just whistles through the top. Whots coming up behind me? Good Lord help me! Its the cop. Did he stop me? I guess he did. Took ten minutes to explain. Told him that a friend was dying, Had to catch this very next train. Say but this old road is bumpy, And the lights are awfully dim. What was that? Another bloxx7 out! Itll have to run her on the rim. Now the race is almost finished; Butiwhose car is that by the gate? By George: , Shets got another fellow. No use to hurry, Iim too late. Roy Wendler

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Thirty-six A Dream I hear a soft step on the staire- 'Tis only the shadows passing there. I hear the stir of a simple gowne tTis only the leaves as they flutter down. And then a voice sweet and cleare tTis only the passing wind I hear. I feel a warm breath upon my face, But I am alone in this lonely place. At last I thrill to an unseen hand, The pressure of 'which I can understand. And then I know she has come to me, Far away from oter the lea. Doris Alcorn. ,Tis the Way at Old Columbia At 01d Columbia, every morn, You to Chapel must sojourn; You must sit With folded hand If you join our happy hand. Then at night at Rickard 11311, You go to prayer instead of a ball; If your knees get stiff and sore Dontt remarkl-or you wontt say more. Every Sunday at a quarter till ten, You your way to church do wend; If you,re late, well just beware, For you leave Columbia if you don,t take care. Of League and Prayer Meeting I shall say A very little tiny bit, But if you attend them every day, At Columbia youtll make a hit. Frances Compton : 4? f 1'; I J I .3 :g I 1 ii I! tn