Tehachapi High School - Tomahawk Yearbook (Tehachapi, CA)

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FIFTY NINE

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IDEAL BETTING-Cont. Just what do you bet about? I q What I learn about men by observation. For an example and mean- ing no offense, I have been in your presence less than ten minutes, yet I already know certain facts about you that probably no one else under your command even suspects. For instance, I know that you have your initials tatooed on your chest either in blue or red, probably blue. Nonsense l returned Colonel Wilton. I don't like to disagree, sir, but you are just the type that would have it done in your youth. It is your kind that would deny it now. That is an example of the type of bet that I mean. I will gladly back my judgment in the matter to the extent of fifty dollars, for I am psychologically certain that such a bet will win me money. Colonel Wilton stood up and laughed heartily, his glance fell on Colo- nel Pitman's letter, then he paused. His face showed a crafty smile. I'll warn you, MacKegg, that you're wrong. However, for the dual purpose of striking a blow at your insufferable confidence and showing you that betting does not always pay, I'll wager the sum you mentioned. He pulled out his pocketbook from his blouse pocket and counted five bills onto his desk. MacKegg laid a similar amount beside it. Now, I'll give you my official word that I have nothing tatooed on my chest, he said. MacKegg's face looked lost. I expect that I'll lose that fifty, he said soberly. If the Colonel will pardon the idea, it is customary in a case of this kind to give the loser visible demonstration that he has lost. You might have forgotten, sir. If you don't believe it, I'll show you. The door was closed. Then Colonel Wilton began to remove his belt and blouse and laid them on the chair. He unbuttoned his shirt and pulled back his underwear after much eiort. Then he exposed his big chest. Look for yourself, Mr. MacKegg, he said triumphantly. MacKegg hardly looked at the chest. You win, sir, he said as he handed the hundred dollars to the colonel- I hope, young man, said the colonel as he struggled into his cloth- ing, that this will be a lesson to you. For once you were wrong when you said that you were psychologically certain of winning. No, sir, said MacKegg with a twinkle in his eyes. Again I was right. I thought that you had no tattoo marks on your chest, but I had to make certain. You see, sir, just before I left my old regiment, I bet Colonel Petman a thousand dollars that I wouldn't be a member of your command two hours before I would have your shirt off in your office, sirf' FIFTY EIGHT

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JOKES X l -1 f,f f f gp nyygb ri ,JR S 1 . i i - - X. S1 1 -.,A 1 lb Q, l -Ml. - vMfM2-- 2-1 Z , U n A s. O Prof.-Why are you always late for class. Louie-Because of a sign I have to pass on my way here. Prof.--What has that to do with it? Louie-Why, it says: School Ahead-Go Slow! Prof.-You missed class yesterday, didn't you? Bill-Not at all, old boyg not at all. Miss Smith-This is the third time you have looked at George's paper. Ernest-Yes, Ma'amg he doesn't write very plainly. Officer Walker--Were you going some place? Miss Smith-Er-I don't knowg that is to say, I'll have to consult my lawyer. Mr. Imhof-If you were condemned to death, what kind of death would you choose? Woodrow Farrar-Death from old age. Mr. Offerman Qabsent-mindedly after kissing his wifel-Now my girl, what is the lesson for today? One poor freshman wants to know if the Sophs. might be called the Hdestinies that shape their ends. Joe Errea-I'm just a little stiff from football. Mr. Offerman-Where did you say you were from? SIXTY