Paris Junior College - Galleon Yearbook (Paris, TX)

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Incidenfally

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Love makes the world go 'roundg but then, so does a good swallow of tobacco juice. Mrs. Watkins: I want an explanation and I want the truth. Hank: Well, make up your mind. Warren Dill says. Doctors get by-they have inside information. The Freshman English classes recently had the follow- ing study in punctuation: Woman - without her, man would be a savage. Woman, without her man, would be a savage. Doddie Blackburn: Goin' to the party? Johnny Mosley: Sure, Doddie: Who ya draggin'? Johnny: Nobody, Doddie: Don'cha know you can't go stag? Johnny: Yes Doddie: Well - '? Johnny: She walks -I ain'tdraggin' any dame. A bum leaning against a lamp post, spit his cigarette butt out and asked a rapidly approaching freshman if he had a nickel for a cup of coffee. Not quite, replied Henry Braswell, but l'll get along all right. Now I lay me down to sleep: The prof is dry, the lecture's deep. If he should quit before I wake, Someone kick me, for goodness sake! Funeral Director Orbie Floyd Ito an aged mourneri: How old are you? Mourner: l'll be ninety-eight next month. Orbie: Hardly worth going home, is it? Betty Fennel Cat a dancel: Wait right here for me, Ki, while I go powder my nose. Betty ithree dances lateri: Been waiting long? Charles Kirkindoll: No, but l've been looking all over for you to give you your compact. Norma Jean Reeder: Do you have any airmail en- velopes? Nell Barnett lbook store operatori: No, will some fly paper do? Campus Cut-Ups The little moron's watch had stopped ticking, and he tried to find the trouble. Finally, he took the back off of it, went into the works, and found a dead bug. No wonder it doesn't work, he said, the engi- neer's dead. Traffic Cop: Soon as I saw you I said to myself, 'Forty- five at least.' Miss Evans: Well, you needn't be so insulting, officer, ii's this hat that makes me -look so old. And then there was the man who rebelled against helping his wife dye her hair. He just didn't like giving the old henna rinse. Employer: So you have been to college, eh? How high can you count? Leroy Whitaker: One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten, jack, queen, king. Then there was the co-ed working her way through college selling Saturday Evening Posts, until she found the boys wanted to take Liberties. Mrs. George: What binds us together, sustains us, shapes our ends, and makes us better than nature intended? , Bitsy Duncan: Girdles. Hugh Brown: You're not living at the some boarding house any more, are you? Tinker Mills: No, I stayed five weeks and then found out they had no bathtub. Oh, dear, l've missed you so much! And then she raised her revolver and tried again. There was a young maid from Iran, Who said, 'fYes, if I possibly can, l'll go onto college To get me some knowledge, But mostly, l'm after a man. Then there was the cross-eyed professor who couldn't control his pupils. We editors may dig and toil Till our fingers are sore, But some poor fish is sure to say, l've heard that joke before. Page 167

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Small Talk