The Maroon tiger. (Morehouse College, Atlanta, Georgia) 19??-current, March 01, 1927, Image 17

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THE MAROON TIGER Page Seventy-seven Cream O 9 'Witt By J. M. Reynolds, ’27 Mother to daughter who has just returned from college: “Now who is this Jim (Gym) person you are always going to see? What’s in a name? The shortest man on the campus is named Long. In fact he is the shortest Long man I have ever seen. My friena, , the African prince, thinks that the glee club is some sort of stick with joy producing qualities. The only late novels in some libraries are the ones that have been returned after the time of lease has expired. Offending Individual: “Well ain’t I a subpoena server?” Stude: Have you seen the new baseball coach? Country Stude: Naw, what is it? a six or eight? Latin Prof: Who was Catiline ? Latin Stude: He was an impolite attendant in Cicero’s hospital. Prof: We don’t allow that kid stuff in here. Whatever made you think of that? Stude: Well didn’t he say on one occasion: ‘How long, 0 Catiline, will thou abuse my patients?” Is Hallie Toasties (halitosis) any kin to Post Toasties? Chapel in order be chapel must be compulsory chapel. Speed Cop to Speed Breaker: “Don’t you see that sign ‘Speed Limit 15 M. P. H.’?” Speed Breaker: “I don’t believe in signs.” Orchestra men don’t seem to realize that their trip yarns have grown stale now to us stay-at- homes. What are your prospects for baseball? Oh, we have a couple of boxes of new balls. I think the Joneses are a bunch of snobs’ don’t you? Yes, they even have snubbers on their car. Have you ever been out to Bevo? No. Where is Bevo? Oh it’s near beer. Many a man on the college track team ought to be on the railroad track gang. Sociology Teacher: Name the distrubing fac tors in the life of modern man. Sociology Student: Debs, sub-debs, and Co-Eds New r Stude in middle of college one way street, to passing student: Say what is the nearest way to the college hospital? Passing Stude: Stand right where you are. All real editors go to heaven. Why? Because all they do is write. (T. B.) This month’s bonehead would like to know if Joan of Arc fought in the World War. This self same person thinks that better race relations means a clean-up in sport circles. First Crook: “Say Bo, whaddye keep hanging around Morehouse campus so much lately for? Second Ditto: Sh-h-h! I’ve a tip they’ve a new baseball diamond around there. Teacher: Johnnie, give three examples of dumb animals. Business Man’s Son: Stenogs, Bookkeepers and Office Boys. Irate Father: “The idea of arresting my son for collision! Youth must be served you know.” | ! ! * I X I 4 Y | Y | Y Y tyolly I have worshipped gods of laughter While other friends were toling. What must I expect of laughter As the moments pass uncoiling? Gods of laughter offer nothing, Better words remain unspoken, After passing thru its chapel I have left with ideals broken. Days regretful, days remorseful, Point at me the barren finger, I have worshipped gods of laughter Who were false unto their singer. C. T. BUTLER, ’29 i § ! i i f i