Hill Military Academy - Adjutant Yearbook (Portland, OR)

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We editors may dig and toil, 'T ill our Iingertips are sore, But some poor fish is sure to say, I've heard that joke before? I have a dog- From very shame I hesitate To tell his name. His form is lean And slim and tall, His lungs are very Far,from small. This dreadful cur, Ild have you know, ' Doth follow me Where'er I go. To church, to school, At play, at home, Until I vow No more I'll roam. O, prithee show To me the spot Where I can be And he cannot. Ted Osmund- Uncle: HWhy don't you let your little brother have the sled part of the time?'7 Oldest Brother: I do, Uncle. He has it going up hill? Self starters are about the only kind of automobiles that are in demand. The same may be said about some students. Your tomorrow is going to be what your today makes it. A little perspiration will help along your inspiration. It's the idle mind that Worries. If you must say what7s the usel', get your hat and say it to the cashier on your Way out. Don't grin - smile.

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Cadet Nunn, I just met a fellow who's crazy. He said he was Santa Claus. Cadet Berlin, How do you know he's not? Cadet Nunn, I am. Actor Cwith feelingj t'Will you miss me?', Voice from rear, 'tGive me a gun and I'll try not tof' And why should we celebrate Washingtonts birthday more than mine? 'tasked Col. Bowen. Because he never told a lie, shouted one of the Freshman class. Prof. Munjar, Do you call that a pleasure car,?'7 Maclean or Olcott, Yeah, itls a pleasure to get out of it. Cadet Berlin Cin football scrimmagej Ouch! Somebody kicked my crazy bone. Cadet Karr, '4Well, why did you get your head so far down? A prominent Colonel was visiting a military camp, and was told of a certain negro trooper who could eat seventeen loaves of bread in succession. The Colonel, thinking his host to be joking, bet him five dollars that the negro couldn't prove that statement. The negro was summoned to the officeris quarters. Rastus, began the host, Uthe Colonel wants to see you eat seven- teen loaves of bread, one after the other. Yessuh, boss. The negro started eating the bread. Four loaves went down beauti- fully. Numbers five, six, seven, and eight went terribly hard. As the negro started on the ninth he said he couldn't possibly eat another bite. The host becoming uneasy, blunted, 'fWotinell,s the matter, any- way? Ah doan know wot de mattah cud be, suh, said the negro, shyly, it wohked jest fine oney a minute ago. Cadet Gordon, Br-r-r-r-r-rr, this weather chills me to the bone. Cadet Stinson, Y ou ought to wear a hat. Young Husband, t'Something seems to be wrong with this cake. Young Bride, ttThat shows what you know about it, because the cook book says it is perfectly delicious. Colonel Bowen, 'tWhat makes the Tower of Pisa, lean? Cadet Greve, fWho is fatl Ulf I knew, 'fColonel, 'Td sure take somef' You can't expect to enter Heaven by the same methods you use to keep out of jail.

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