Until recently, the Protege had formed in his cranium a very poor opinion of the fair sex, concerning their sportsmanship. He had found, generally, that a coed's best atmospheric background was beneath a layer of cosmetics - and that most of these girls seemed very loathe, with the exception of darned few, to profess any part of their natural personality other than their "face" value. He felt rather sore that grit, pluck and true sportsmanship were womanly attributes only to be found in fiction. However, he had the opportunity to be in the company of five outstanding people during a complete day of activity. It included a good many accomplishments, among them - difficult hiking. The feminine side was composed of three young women, all of whom are attending Weber - and the Protege wishes to hereby state that he has never witnessed greater plucky grit and smiling determination than was exhibited by these girls. Their outstanding and commendable spirit almost softened a spot in a certain old man's liver. May the Protege pay his most complete and admiring respect to the Misses Aadnesen, Oborn and Robison. They're great kids! Three little pigs went to Weber Three little girls came home. Very full of bookly knowledge Well packed in their fair domes. Tho not to deride the fair sex, I have just this much to say, A "stock" filled brain is useless. Even a brainless horse can neigh! We want no dark horses - neigh! neigh! The battle cry of the century: "Let's go to the show - I gotta pass!" So I soz to the femmo - "Throw out your protruding armpits and scuttle, sweetness!" "Train the Guns!" An Engineer's Musings Every nite at midnite dreary Goddam bagged and brain so weary Sits the Engineer - eyes bleary Pencil pushing to the fore. Thinks he "That dirty so and so" (He's talking of his teacher, bo) "I'd like his mug to bend and bow, To stomp on his avoirdupois." Then for half the waning night, He figgers hard with all his might, Cussing low till morning's light Finally catches him asleep. For months and months this stuff goes on Week after week from dark till dawn. No rest for him upon the lawn His life is all made up of math. Buth comes the day to graduate, And by now of plenty buggy pate This Engineer does ullulate (Or howl to Stubby Gray.) "Now that I'm all thru your class I need not listen to your gas. With dimpled smile and belly big, You remind me of a luscious fig." Q. E. D. Sad will be the day when Buster Brown and Flapper Fanny are transposed from their connotations as names to sports! "Good morning, sir, could I interest you in some Dutch Cleanser?" Q. Wanta chew a gum? A. Which one, upper or lower?