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Show ODE TO THE ENGINEERS Who, like the heroes of song and story, The martyrs of the laboratory. Labor on chem till their brains are gory? The Engineers! Who, when each student is long since fled Home to a meal and a cozy bed, Still pore over math with a throbbing head? The Engineers! Who keep their faces stolid and grave, Tho they long their fists in his face to wave, As they listen to Gray or Stevenson rave? The Engineers! So here's to those scientists, loyal and true To the cause of high learning. Cheer them, for you Couldn't work for a week as they constantly do. The Engineers! WC We couldn't find any good jokes about the depression. So we're asking each reader to write his own. Just fill in the blanks, without omitting any personal touches: Times are so tough until this depression. You say you're hard up!! Listen Yes, a dollar may go farther, but I know a guy so poor that When you have filled in the blanks, cut very carefully on the dotted line, put the jokes in a thoroly sealed envelope, address to the ACORN CRUMBS, and throw the envelope bodily into the nearest waste-basket. If it is a school waste-basket the jokes will be fresh again by the time the envelope is discovered. WC The only thing free at the College Inn is the advice the clerks hand out. WC The secret of a co-ed's conversation: never open your mouth unless you have nothing to say. WC Damn those German Spies. This is page fourteen Yes, Bassett. Aw fee, Carver! RUTH CARVER CLYDE BASSETT Why, Cluff! Please Margaret! MARGARET JOHNSON CLUFF SNOW LOVE BIRDS She's SO wonderful! Some fun, Eh, Kid-ney? GENE CLARK HELEN PARNTLEY GENEVA FARR BILL ALSUP LULU HODGSON BILL HOMER Yes my Dickie bird. Must you go to work now Phil? PHIL OGDEN DICK B. |