Concordia College - White and Blue Yearbook (Milwaukee, WI)

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SOAS ene oN Sete THE WHITE @ AND BLUE B oi van zy ea= —— Bekeetees oe ws o Za SR ee erent Aa at 8 Sere ont AR EER RARER RAR OANA Yea RIN MLA Aaa eR RAEN ena RDI PHNLIAL INI Mr natin nnen en! enna edema ncaa ened denna ee mane te Jukes Hamlet: “They ought not call our institution Konkordia Gym- nasium in German. Oliver: “Why not?’ Hamlet: “It makes the people think of dumb-bells.” Tip: “Who is your favorite author?” Hank; “My father’ Tip: “What does he write?” Hank: “Checks.” Prof (while reading “The Marble Faun’): “What is a rustic pipe?” General: “A corn-cob.” Pan: “My mark in German is pretty low.” Dutch: “Like all German marks, I suppose.” Prof: “Do you see the point of this sentence? Sextie: “Surely, it’s the little black dot at the end of the line.” Prof: “Buechner, take the foilowing problem.” Buechner: “Should | ae to the board, or work it at my desk?” Prof: “In your mind, please. Prof: “Does anybody wish to criticize the declamation.” Student: “The speake always turned the corners of his coat.” Prof: “Oh, he was just feeling for his subject.” Prof: “I noticed you were talking during my lecture.” Student: “I beg your pardon, sir, I do not recall it. J must have been talking in my sleep.” Prof: “What tense would it be, if you said you had $1000?” Stude: “That would be PRO Spatz (with jazz bow): “This is a William-Tell tre.” Flivvers: “Howzat?” Spatz: “Pull the bow and hit the apple.” One sure proof that the world is round are our humor editor’s heels Basketball Player to Sexty: “Hey, kid; where are the showers?” Sexty: “Don’t know. I only came here two months ago.” Page Fighty-four

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