St Marys College - Dial Yearbook (St Marys, KS)

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tl)e ise yttzn As it will be fifty years hence: Lyle (social worker) : “And what is vour name, my good man?” Doc (convict) : “000.” Lyle: “O. but that’s not your real name.” Doc: “Xaw, that’s only my pen name.” John Ryan: “Hey. Ignatz. 1 got zero in my French course.” Ace: “That’s absolutely nothing to worry about.” English Prof: “Xever say ‘I ain’t going.’ You must say T am not going, he is not going, we are not going, they are not going.’ ” Frosh: “Ain’t nobody goiiv?” Trotsky: “You were at class this morning, weren’t you?” Redd : “Why do you ask ?” Trotsky: “Your suit looks as if you slept in it.” Prof: “How in the world do you ever expect to make a living?” Studc: “By writing.” Prof: “Writing what ?” Stude: “Writing home.” There was a young man from Calcutta, Who spoke with a sort of a stutta. I le screwed up his face, And tried to say grace, And blew his false teeth in the butta. “Jeetyet?” “No, jew?” “Yup.” Evathin’?” “Hesh.” “Wha-jeet ?” “Evathin'.” “Wha-jatnean— “Stubborn?” inquired the man from Kentucky. The muleteer wiped his forehead. “Stubborn?” he yelled. “Say, mister, that cuss is so mean that when his hind legs are pushing, his front ones are walking backwards.” Xick: “So you have to take another examination, eh. Mac? Didn’t you pass?” Mac: “Say. bo. 1 passed so well I was encored and now 1 have to do it all over again.” “This gives me a pain in the neck.” said the victim, as he mounted the scaffold. Hays: “Does Whosis belong to the four hundred?” Davey: “Yes. he’s one of the ciphers.” One Hundred. Eighty-nine