Louisville Conservatory of Music - Crescendo Yearbook (Louisville, KY)

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Lois Ellison—“What’s a good remedy for corns?” Floyce—“I don’t know lunatic, I’m studying French, not Agriculture. ' Photographer—“Look pleasant, please.” Lesslcy—“I can’t. I ' m editor of the annual.’ Miss Robertson—“Which is correct, A herd of camels, or a drove of camels?” Beulah Mae—“I always thought they came in packs.” Visitor—“You have a peculiar faculty for—” Senior—“Sh! I know it, but we can’t help ourselves. They were thrust upon us.” Mr. Oliver (entering Teacher’s Music Co)—“I want an E String, please,” he remarked to Harry. Harry—“I’m sawhy sir, but would you mind picking one out for yourself? 1 hardly know the ’es from the shes. Mr. Rebarer—“1 hear that the fashion for men this year is to wear clothes the color of the hair.” Mr. Richbourg—“Great Scotts, what will I do.” Cat Coil (seriously to Annabcllc)—“If you’re ‘pinched’ don’t give your right name.” “Who was the Freshman who asked for a key to Keyboard Harmony?” “Cheer up Freshie, you will learn.” Cessna—“Did you ever read ‘Kant’?” Camille—“No, but I have read ‘Don’ts for Young Girls’.” Sixty-tioo Teacher—“What is a guillotine?” Sylva Hubbard—“The dormitory’s Sunday desert. 1

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“Oleta who was Hamlet?” Oleta ‘Aren’t you ashamed of such ignorance at your age? Bring me a Bible and I’ll show you who Hamlet was.” A salesman was showing Annabelle Kise the virtues of the car he was selling. He made many turns and at the proper time extended his arm as the turning signal. Annabelle watched the proceeding for sometime. Then she craned her neck and looked at the sky. Mister, she said sternly tapping h:m on the shoulder, “you just tend to your driving. It don’t look like rain no how, but if it should I’ll let you know.” Christine McClure—“That Conservatory turns out some great musicians.” House—“When did you graduate?” C. M.—“I didn’t graduate, I was turned out.” Wilma Cassidy—“Here comes the grocery wagon with our groceries for dinner.” Elizabeth Smith—“Hooray! I ' ll run and get in my stall.” Lucille Darden—“And how is everything with you?” Cessna Stafford—“Oh everything is lovely and the goose hangs high.” Lucille—You shouldn’t talk like that. You should say: “All things have assumed a rosy cast and the fowl whose cackling was the salvation of Rome is suspended at an altitude hitherto unknown to me.” A singer just finished “My Old Kentucky Home.” The Hostess seeing one of her guests weeping, went to him and inquired in a sympathetic voice: “Are you a Kentuckian?” The answer came quickly—“No madam, I’m a Musician.” Sixty-three