Pennsylvania School of Horticulture for Women - Wise Acres Yearbook (Ambler, PA)

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 3Ji Qian lie Somebody had -said that it couldn’t he done, But he with a chuckle replied, That “Maybe it couldn't,” but he would be one Who wouldn’t say so till he tried. So he buckled right in, with the trace of a grin On his face. If he worried he hid it. He started to sing as he tackled the thing That couldn’t be done—and he did it. Somebody scoffed: “Oh, you’ll never do that; At least no one ever has done it.” But he took off his coat and he took off his hat, And the first thing he knew he’d begun it; With the lift of his chin and a bit of a grin, Without any doubt or quiddit; He started to sing as he tackled the thing That couldn’t be done—and he did it. There are thousands to tell you it cannot be done, There are thousands to prophesy failure; There are thousands to point out to you, one by one, The dangers that wait to assail you. But just buckle in with a bit of a grin. Then take off your coat and go to it; Just start to sing as you tackle the thing That “cannot be done” and you’ll do it. From the I aurel Dispatch, House Publication for Art Stove Co., Detroit, Mich. F- F- They said that once she laid a garden out. To me she did not look so strong and stout! But yet they said she laid that garden out.| She surely laid that garden outl She did not leave a single Brussels sprout. The only things the frightened gardener found Were vegetables that grow under ground. U

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Dorothy—The dentist told me that I had a large cavity that needed tilling. Ethel—Did he recommend any special course of study?—Ex. Say, Rastus, say, did you know that the negro races have all descended from Ham? That so. Well it certainly must have been smoked ham!—Ex. First Girl—Will fasting make you thin? Second Girl—I don’t think so, I lived on water for five days last summer and didn’t loose a pound. First Girl—You did? Second Girl—Yes, from New York to Liverpool. Desirous of buying a camera, a certain fair young woman inspected the stock of a local shop keeper. “Is this a good one?” she asked, as she picked up a dainty little machine. “What is it called?” “That’s the Belvedere,” said the handsome young shopman politely. There was a chilly silence. Then the young woman drew herself coldly erect, fixed him with an icy stare, and asked. “Er— and can you recommend the Belva? Fresh Student (to Prof.)—Of course I should much prefer an A to an E. Prof.—Strange that you should perfer a perfect stranger to an old acquaintance. “How much vas dose collars?” “Two for a quarter.” “How much for vun?” “Fifteen cents.” “Giff me de odder vun.” “What is a roost, dad?” asked Tommy. “A roost, my son, is a pole upon which chickens sit at night,” replied his father. “And what’s a perch, dad ?” “A perch is what chickens perch on.” “Then, I suppose, dad, a chicken could roost on a perch?” came a further inquiry. “Of course,” was the smiling reply. “And they could perch on a roost?” “Why. y-ye$,'‘ answered dad. “But if chickens perched on a roost, that would make the roost a perch, wouldn’t it? But if, just after some chickens had perched on the roost and made it a perch, some more chickens came along and roosted on the perch, and made it a roost, then the the roast would be a perch and the perch would be a roost, and some of the chickens would be perchers and the others would be roosters, and—? —Tid Bits. EXCHANGE NOTES Since the last issue of “Wise-Acres,” we have received the following Exchanges: The Wheaton Record Lasell Leaves The Wissahickon The Garnet and White Les Colli ties The Irwinian Chestnut Burr The Gleaner The Cambridge Review The Neva Century Journal The Signal Countryside Magazine The Wallcourt Lion 15

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