Page 24 Scribulus Winter Issue Tom McQuown Hetero-genius. Fred Hannah Long underwear type. Wayne Shipley (Or is it Shipkey?) Popeye in strength Mickey Mouse at heart. Dick Bailey Ripley at 17. Ferrin Larkin I'm "Larkin" for an angel. Burnell Nelson He learned about women. Callis Caldwell Dry tapioca. Torvall Nelson Milo o' Crotona. Ralph Wiggins The kid we used to call "Butch." Iola and Iona Langford A double-headed raspberry cone. Mutt Wright Unexpurgated edition of "Ballyhoo." R. Benowitz "Is your life insurance 'Beno-witzal'? Brick Wooley A human monsoon. Frantzen Todd The Lemon-Drop Kid. Scott Wangsgard The lesser of the "Acorn" nuts. Ock Veterli A page from Vogue. Stan Watts The hero all the kids in the block worship. Keith Read Cinnamon rolls yesterday's. Harold Hoopes "Come, girls, jump through the 'Hoopes!'" Dick Baxter O, where is my wandering boy tonite? Barbara Foulger Why is the College Inn? Wendell Seppich The fall of the house of Usher (He's an usher, friends). Hal Peterson Tuffy in velveteen breeches small boy's first drink of gin. Thomas Seppich Hezzal Muzzlebound. Mike Thornley Just stand right up to the "Mike" and say "Hello, Ma!" Ruth McCune Some Babe, is Ruth. Kenneth Betteridge A diamond in the rough. Mary Hinchcliff "Life Begins at 8:40." Marjorie Wood Edith Wharton at nineteen. Ruth Woods Aged in wood. Dee Richardson Son of Kong. Jim Fox Who's afraid of the big, bad fox? Ronald Moshier A good guy gone wrong he's a forester. George Imrie An Engineer 'nuff said. Winona Cardon Why dream? Idonna Pickett Grace Moore with grace. Howard Merrill An-apol-is polisher. Mary Scowcroft Seltzer water. Lowell Anderson Too many tardy belles for this guy. George Matsu Let George do it. Mariana Lee Model 1936 Stream-lined. Yula & Rheva Gibson Two fried yeggs. Harold & Lyle Baker Two fried hams. Jack Quayle Wanna buy a duck? Karl Page Paging a new joke, pliz. Robert Wangsgard (Nut Brothers) Mighty nuts. Robert Parry from little acorns grow. Marie Holland A Brigham, young girl. Larry Evans The Sew-preem Court in perfidious. George Jensen Good. Percy Andros Bye. Bob Brown Now . . . (Editor's Note: Use of any person's name is to be regarded as a coed-cidence and not as the responsibility of Scribulus.) Winter Issue Scribulus Page 25 MURDER ON THE DOCKS It was a cooled damp night the town clock had Just struck twelve Jack Smith the detective who knew to much about the underworld was troding along the sidewalk that were allready deserted. He was wistl-ing a gay tune when all of a sudin there was a wizing sound An arrow had sunk deep in his back he fell fase fored on the wet sidwalk and all was quite. Then a dark figure lurched from behind a wall with a bow in his hand. But there was someting peculer about the man he stooped over Smith cold body and took his report out of his pocket. He had a slight limp in his left leg and as he speded away in the mud both his foot prints were left only the right foot was deeper than the left. Lawyer Smith best friend was looking thoughtfully at the two foot prints in the mud he was thinking about the little peace of clouth on the end of the arrow, and he sead to himself the peace of clouth looks very familear he sead he thought of an Idea and follewed it out he took the peace of cloth and went down to the Knight Owl Sallon and he sat at a table and watchs every man who went by them he spoted his man he walked over put the hand cuffs on him fitted the peaces of cloth on he sleave and through him found the biggest crook of the underworld and so crime does not Pay . . . Anon. The old, shabby house set far back from the long, dusty road almost made me feel sad as I gazed upon it. Perhaps, at one time it had stood proudly and borne the reputation of being the most handsome in the surrounding country; but now, sadly enough, the wrath of nature had made it bow down and suffer, seemingly in shame. The paint had long since been worn off, the two large porches sagged pitifully, and the windows drooped recklessly. The west end seemed as though at any time it might drop suddenly and separate itself from the rest of the house. I felt that if I were to walk in and view the interior I would undoubtedly hear the echoes of the many happy families that had lived there but left it so entirely forlorn. Anonymous GRADUATION HEADQUARTERS Give Jewelry THE LASTING AND APPRECIATED GIFT LINCOLN WHITE DISTINCTIVE JEWELER Famous for Values YOUR GRADUATION AND STREET DRESSES ARE ARRIVING DAILY NEW YORK SHOPPE EGYPTIAN THEATRE BUILDING Make your Reservations Now for Club and Social Gatherings At the Cobble Cottage Tea Room 620 18th Street Phone 2947