Milwaukee School of Engineering - EMF Yearbook (Milwaukee, WI)

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-THE A SERIOUS QUESTION My Dear Nellie: The time 1 hope has! now arrived at which I may venture upon a topic I have not thought it proper heretofore to introduce upon your notice. I have now reached the point I hope, in which 1 will not be rashly assuming the responsibility of asking you, and I hope it will not be unjust to you to be addressing upon the subject. It has been my hope and ambition for a long time to ask you this ques- tion. May I now ask you to consider this matter? I have always admired you, with a real and settled admiration which one of my age is best capable of feeling. It has grown steadily in depth and strength until I have realized to myself the truth, that the warm spirit that inspired me, I cannot overcome. If you will kindly answer this question, you will render me the happiest of men. I have several times lately been on the point of asking you this, but as constantly have I needed courage to do so. In the hope of being eased from this painful state of anxiety, 1 trust that you will answer me either by letter or by your own lips at the earliest opportunity. “Will Jeff ever be as tall as Mutt? Yours anxiously, Phillips tells this: When two Americans met on the street of any Rhinelander town, con- versation like the following ensued: “Bon jour, Red. Where were you gestern abend?” “Last evening? Why I was schlafen.” “Schlafen, nothing!” “I hope to step in your mess kit if 1 wasn’t schlafen. Where was you?” “Schokolade party, and s-o-m-e time, take it from me. Three frauleins —swell janes—beaucoup cognac, and piano spiclen. Krank heads dies’ morgen. Page Two Iludrcd Seventy-five

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 irf ' 4. THE 1L920 ERTF- ss ' “WHEN WE HAVE AN IRISH KAISER IN BERLIN’’ (To be sung to the air of the wearing of the green.) When the war is over Laddie Just take a tip from me— There will be no German submarines A-diving through the sea. In the fatherland is Kaiser Bill; The guy we are going to lick; We’ll have a brand new kaiser And the same will be a Mick. We’ll change the song. Die Watcht Am Rhine, Into an Irish reel; And make the dutchman dance it too If so inclined we feel. The police force in Berlin, Will be Micks from County Clare; When we put an Irish Kaiser, In the Palace over there. Sure in every parkwdy You’ll find a sweet Colleen; In the fields of waving Sauer Kraut We’ll plant the shamrock green. No liverwurst or sausage When the dutchman drinks his suds; But he’ll eat corned beef and cabbage, And good old Irish spuds. The heathens guns and gas bombs We’ll surely throw away, And make them use shillalahs, Or bricks of Irish clay. They will wear no iron crosses, Sure its shamrocks they will wear, When we put an Irish kaiser, In the palace over there. Paye Two Hundred Seventy-four

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