Iowa Wesleyan College - Croaker Yearbook (Mount Pleasant, IA)

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 r k % Ul ■ r JUNIOR ENGLISH CLASS Anita: “I read the Orphan, it is just a real love story.” Prof.: “It didn’t amount to much then.” Anita: “Yes, it did—it’s just fine.” Miss Boyer, having named the hooks of the New Testament perfectly. Dr. Leist remarked, “You ought to he a preacher, or the next thing to it. a preacher's wife.” SURE “Pete”: “There is going to be a total eclipse of the sun in August.” Phil: “When will it be, in the day time?” Frances: “Don, do tell me what the moon is.” Don Lawson: “I am not prepared, ask the Secretary of the Y’ for information.” Dr. Lymer in Senior Education told of one man’s experience in proposing. “They were out skating and broke through the ice. On the way home they were so cold that he thought proposing might warm them so he asked the momentous question.” Later Ollie Mauch was heard to remark, “I think it was a mean trick for the Dean to tell such a story now that the ice is all gone.” ALMOST Bill: “Did you see ‘Everywoman’ in Burlington last week?” Thomas (blushing) : “Oh, no—not quite.” You can’t drive a nail with a sponge, no matter how many times you soak it. j§. fill

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lQia r ££L C I X y 9 iP? A FEW CHOICE SELECTIONS ‘‘Turn on. good friend, we’ve undertaken to show you, if I’m not mistaken, what other people see in you; The daffy things you say and do; and if perchance your cheeks should burn with anger, make another turn; Read on apace, and you may find fun in some other fellow’s grind.” CLASSICS “For none more likes to hear himself converse.”—“Dune.” “I am so fresh that the new-mown blades of grass turn pale with envy as I pass.”—Burns. “Oh, rare the head piece, if but brains were there.”—“Pogic.” “Well, now, it’s this way.”—Percy. “Three things doth shine, the moon, the sun, my hair.”—Hale. “For every inch that is not fool, is rogue.”—Barnett. “I hear a hollow sound, who rapped my skull?”—“Ding” Hall. “Too green to roast.”—F. Hendrickson. “What a falling off there will be.”—End of Semester. “He doth indeed show some sparks that are like wit.”—Dee Thompson. “His heart is dilated with the most unbounded love.”—Weston. “Stuck on himself, and has no rival.”—Joe. “I am struck dumb by the depth of my own thought, and stunned by the soundness of my logic.”—“Jeff.” “Men even when alone, lighten their labors by song, however rude it may be.” —“Stormy.” “Too short by half.”—Sherman. “God made him and therefore let him pass for a man.” (Stop and think.) “A book’s a book though nothing in it.”—Editor. “As long as the moral law.”—Peterson. “Holds the time and distance record for talking and not saying anything.”— Ackerson. “Not dead, but sleeping.”—Coach. AT STAFF MEETING Aimee Core: “Say, Floyd, what is your swear word?” Floyd: “I’m not partial to any one, I change my swear words every time I use them.” Aimee: “I change mine every time dad gets after me.”

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w rr r 7 TIMES ARE VERY DIFFERENT NOW FROM TIIE TIMES THAT USED TO BE You often hear it noised about, how the world is growing good, But when a fellow tells me that, I smile and say, “Knock on wood.” Now et’s go back to boyhood days, and rehearse our lives anew, And compare the things that they do now, to the things they used to do. Now if the world is growing better, there’s one thing you will agree, That times are mighty different now, from the times that used to be. They used to say of girls those days, sweet sixteen was never kissed, But now they’d wonder how it was, that she was ever missed. They used to wear a neat plain dress, at morning, noon and night, But now a hobble diaphanous skirt, that won’t shut out the light. Modest ways they had those days, no skirts slit to the knee, But times are mighty different now, from the times that used to be. Young men those days went courting, afoot down through the lane, Now it’s, “Dad, the auto’s out of date, I want an aeroplane.” Those days they danced the old quadrille, playing Dixie on the fiddle. Now it’s turkey trot and bunnie hug, while they writhe and hug and wiggle. Now the world may be growing better, to a man up in a tree, But times are mighty different now from the times that used to be. They sang “Sweet Annie Laurie” and “Tell Mother I’ll Be There,” Now it’s “Everybody’s Doin’ It,” “Oh, You Kid” and “It’s a Bear.” A lady was a lady, you bet, they didn’t have a wrestling match nor smoke a cigarette. They didn’t wear those real short skirts, which make men look longer, see, Hut times are mighty different now, from the times that used to be. When father said, “Son, when school is out, come straight home in a hurry.” lie did it then, now he goes to the skating rink, says, “ Ilec, dad, I should worry.” Now mother says to Nellie dear, seated in lovers’ runabout, “Please don’t stay after two A. M.” Nellie says. “Now, mother, cut that out.” Now the world may be growing better, but you can plainly see, That times are mighty different now, from the times that used to be. No oriental rugs were in their homes, telephone, electric this and that. But “God Bless Our Home” was on the wall, and “Welcome” on the mat. No autos then on Sunday morn, to go one hundred miles away, But a mile or two and that would do, in the one horse open shay. Those were the days of real sport, they were happy just as we, But times are mighty different now from the times that used to be. Appropriated.