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Page Fifty-six THE MAROON TIGER Brown was able able to circumvent the five-man defense of the Maroon Tide and ring a basket. A half-minute later, Ahmed Brown rang one which tied the score and started the Morehouse snipers to sinking. The half ended 11 to 4. The Hurricane came back with a loud crash in the last half, and appeared dangerous for a moment, but Crawford started to shooting from mid-court, and the am bitious lads became discouraged. The Archer brothers at guard and centre played sensational basket ball, using their extraordinary reaches to cut off the shots of the A. U. forwards. A. Brown was injured in a collision in the first half and was unable to play up to form. Crawford at guard was sensational, his dribbling, and shoot ing were beyond a doubt the most thrilling seen Cream The Class had been studying “The Vision of Sir Launfal” for several days and having corn- does “The Vision of Sir Launfal” begin and how pleted it the teacher asked little Johnnie, “How does ‘The Vision of Sir Launfal!’ begin and end After meditating deeply for a few moments the little fellow replied: “The ‘Vision of Sir Laun fal” begins with a capital letter and ends with a period.” “Say Bill, what does an obelisk look like?” “I don’t know. That’s one of them tropical birds, isn’t it?” English Instructor: “I belive I’ll show the mo tion picture ‘Vanity Fair,’ in our chapel. I guess most of you have read the novel.” Senior Collegian: “Let me see. That’s one of Zane Grey’s novels, isn’t it?” M. C. C.: “Madam, I may taice a dance with you before the party is over.” “Say waiter, what kind of soup is this?” Why sir, that’s chicken soup.” “Hmmm—chicken soup? He must have walked through here with his boots on.” “It’s great to be a Georgia,” says the slogan. A well-known friend of mine says that it grates (on him) to be a Georgian. She: “I think ‘Nigger Heaven’ is rotten, don’t you.” He: “Well, if it’s like Van Vechten says it is, it isn’t such a bad place after all.” Detective stores are usually defective stories. One of my friends thinks that yellow journal ism is Chinese literature. Teacher: “Define a simple sentence.” Stude: “A simple sentence is one that express es a foolish thought.” “Why do girls make better marks than boys?” “The woman always knows.” here in some time. For Atlanta University, Rob erts at forward was good, but was unable to find the basket. Lee scored six points, and was high pointer for the A. U. boys; while Crawford was high point man with twelve to his credit for Morehouse. Coach Robinson entrusted the victory to the second team during the last five minutes of play. Traylor and L. Archer, (No, still anoth er one) showed up well. Atlanta University- -15 Morehouse—29 Lee, c. (4) . R.F . Brown (5) Roberts (1) L.F. _ Dobbs (5) Brown (5) C. N. Archer (2) Ph arrow R.G. H. Archer (5) Robertson L.G. Crawford (12( O’ Wit There may be a new Negro but he must t'ao the old problem. The Sheba’s Program Football season — Footbah player — Football comp! Basketball season—Basketball player—Basket ball comp! Baseball sesason — Baseball player — Baseball comp! Hint: Be a three-letter man, Boys, and hold your Sheba the year ’round! The “weaker” in the “weaker sex” must refer to minds, mused the hen-pecked hubby as he came to in the hospital. “When is the ‘Fair Sex’ fair?” mused the jilt ed lover. “You’re always in my room getting something.” “That’s the only way I can get my stuff back.” Extra: Water bill at the college decreased and the light bill increased last month due to the ex amination periods. No fellows, the president will not get angry if you come to “Y” meeting. Prof: “I’d rather take a quizz any day than give one.” Stude: “Then let’s swap.” A Fool’s Ecstacy “If I could convert all the forests into one gi gantic pen staff; if I could convert all the metals in the universe into one gigantic pen point; if I could use the azure deep as my writing fluid and the blue vaulted heaven as my scroll; and if I could write with the rapidity of the zig-zag lightning, with thoughts flowing as freely as those of Plato and Cicero, and write for one thousand years, I would find it utterly impossible to ex press my great love for you, my darling.”—F. M.