22 The Acorn Prof. Ballantyne (in choir rehearsal) "Now open your mouths, hold your breath and let it go." Weber was beaten by the Parisites. Wanted W. A. yells. Something with a bunch of ginger thrown in. Must have several good ones immediately. Prof. McKendrick was standing on the steps of the First National Bank, when a lady came up and said: "Say, young man, will you please come down on the walk? I'd like to enter the bank." The New Zealanders Jan. 11. Wilson "I have my perceptive faculties well trained." Prof. Hart "Yes, that is a characteristic of all savages." Remember that subscription to the "Acorn" will be one dollar ($1.00) after Jan. 1st. Miss Lila Eccles entertained the class of 1910 on Thursday, Nov. 11, '09. They spent a very enjoyable evening. Jan. 21, the Junior dance. Miss Beatrice Brewer: We, the photographed and undersigned, having received a satisfactory explanation, do humbly apologize and ask your forgiveness for having in the previous issue offended you. NORA AND JIM. Such is the life of a local editor. Ross McCune and Heber Hancock came down from Logan on Thanksgiving. Soph "Give me a definition of a Freshman?" Junior "A wart on the face of the earth." Christmas, 1909. 23 Lisle (when the band appeared, pointing at a clarinet) "What are those black things with buttons on?" Drop a local in the box and see how it looks in print. Who says the student body is asleep after the game with S. L. ? Prof. Porter "This tree furnishes free room and board for the ants that" Harris "I hope I soon evolve to an ant." Our standard bearer has returned to school after prolonged labors in the forestry service. Lillian "Oh why, oh why do they call me plums?" The Freshmen have chosen class colors corresponding to their condition green and white for ignorance and innocence. Received of Gilbert Ballantyne five cents ($.05) for personal damages. Signed (?) AGNES McFARLAND. Resurrect your colors and pennants for the coming basket ball games. Lost Between the Academy and 10 o'clock a wheel. Finder return or get his reward. Prof. Hart (in solid) "Where is your brother Stewart? (meaning Joe)." Millar (in an undertone) "Just wait till I tell Joe." Why don't you slip something in That black box at the head of the stairs? Call on Bishop Thomas for soothing syrup. Prof. Hart (in physics) "Mr. Wilson, you have an erroneous interpretation of that problem." Wilson "Not by a long site."