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

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 u 'A 2. r --— --v.„. . -TEE 1920 Elt® —X 2,, “See that girl over there?” “Yes.” “She gets rings from men she doesn’t know.” “How’s that?” “She’s a telephone operator.” “Why does she close her e es when she sings?” “Because she can’t bear to see us suffer.” “How’s your good husband getting along,” inquired Mrs. Diff. “Fine. Gone to work again at fine pay,” answered Mrs. Diff. “But I thought he had St. Vitus’ dance,” replied the astonished Mrs. Diff. “He has,” joyfully returned Mrs. Diff, “but he learned to play a saxo- phone and then got a swell job with a jazz orchestra in a cabaret. A colored sentinel challenged another colored soldier who seemed to be carrying something inside the lines. “Who goes there?” he asked. “Lieutenant with a jug o’ gin,” was the answer. “Pass, Lieutenant. Halt, gin!” First student: “The idea; my napkin is damp.” Second student: “Perhaps that’s because there is so much due on your board.” Leaning over in a confiding manner, the girl whispered to her friend, “Do you know Tom was wearing my picture over his heart in France and it stopped a bullet.” “Yes,” said the friend, surveying her, “I’m not at all surprised.” “Yes, they are going to stop making lolly pops.” “Why so?” “Illegal. They have a stick in them.” “Say, why do you always tell those horrible stories when you cut my hair?” The barber smiled. “Because they make peoples’ hair stand on end and its easier to cut.” Nell: “I stopped in at a bargain sale today.” Belle: “Did you sec anything that looked cheap?” Nell: “Yes. several men waiting for their wives.” “Mister,” said the boy to the M. P., “Why do you carry a little gun?” “Because, I do little fighting,” answered the M. P. .... 4 Page Four Hundred Twenty-six

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 X'4{M -S’- ...... 'THE fi.920 EME ”' %a i'{$, George: “Those women have been setting there for an hour or more.’ Henry: “You shouldn’t say ‘setting.’ It is ‘sitting.’” George: “No. ‘setting.’ is what I meant. I think they’re hatching out trouble for somebody.” “Of course. I don’t know,” began the sarcastic boarder, “but it strikes me this chicken—.” “Now, what’s the matter with the chicken?” interrupted the landlady. “Oh. nothing.” answered the lodger, “only it is evidently the offspring of a hard-boiled egg.” V k Rogers: “Why have they got that pile of rocks in the nursery?” Pirie: “That’s where they rock the babies to sleep.” Olson was a chauffeur last year, driving nails. First Youngster: “We’re so rich we wash our dishes with Palmolive.” Second Ditto: “Aw, dat’s nutting, cause my maw uses Gold Dust on the sink.” McCormack: “Because you look like a ham, it isn’t understood you’re ' % Swift. m Mr. Krotzer: “Here’s a single problem in every day arithmetic: If a bottle of ink weighs ten ounces, what does a butcher weigh?” Slyc: “1 know, meat.” Pirie has written a little ditty entitled, “You know you’re not forgotten by the girl you got for notten.” “Look ’ere—I asks yer for the last time for that ’arf-dollar yer owes me.’ “Thank ’evins—that’s the end of a silly question.” “So you and Ncxdore are not on speaking terms?” “No. he sent me some axle grease and told me to use it on my lawn- mower. I sent it back and told him to use it on his daughter’s voice.” Negro boy. looking at hippopotamus: “By George! Ah sho would like t’ have dat niouf durin’ watcrmel’n time. A certain lady called up her grocer by telephone one morning and after scolding the man said: va “And what’s more, the next order you get from me will be the last.” “It probably will, madam,” said the voice at the other end of the wire. “You arc talking to the undertaker.” Page Four Hundred Twenty-five

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