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THE MAROON TIGER
Gollegiate Slowdown
THE STROEEER
I’m back again with a bucket of dope that will oil
your tongues for many a day.
While rambling through the library, I find that Miss
B. H. has dropped Mr. McL. altogether because of the
honorable Mr. Bivins.
Although W. M. isn’t in town always, E. S. remains
true by visiting the library at the regular time every
day—Have you noticed it?
Congratulations, J. F.! You’ve got J. H. studying.
You did more in one night than Morehouse has done
in three months. Give Mr. Tillman your method.
Old J. Y. is a man-about-town. First you see him with
E. M., then with W. D., then with M. C. You girlies
can’t let him get away with that. Will somebody stop
him, please?
The “Great God” B. isn’t sticking so hot with H. M.
J. since he ran away with her coat check on Thursday
night. If you remember, it was very cold that Thursday
night. Uh— huh—
Miss J. 1).. a freshman at Spelman, says that she is
irresistahle and immovable. Bosh— l think she needs
to learn the new song hit, “Be Careful,” word for word.
Hey gang! did you know that G. A. is trying to (lag
W. M.’s train?—he swears that he is a limited—
It seems that we have a personality of so extreme a
sophistication that she could vie for honors with Duke
Ellington’s Sophisticated Lady. She is Miss M. A.
Mr. C. S., a young Morehouse man, says that he is
in love with the lovely M. E. B. Go hard, young man!
Just as Booher gets his old girl friend back again,
up steps Allison to bite him in the back . . . when he
isn’t around. You’ll have to change your way of living,
E. H.
At last, folks, I’ve caught the old fox. B. S. was
caught chiseling on his girl, P. T., in the library one
Friday night. He was waxing jibe to C. A., very ro
mantically. Now, now, B. S.
By falling once he’s fallen twice. (J. H.) This time
it was for C. I. She doesn’t know it, though. Please don’t
tell her.
About two years ago E. S. was M. H.’s one-and-only.
She ran out on him and R. T. took her place. M. C. fol
lowed her in the liking. Then, M. S. took to his line
and picked up the cross to carry on—Now they are
on the out-and-out. A little Californian, hearing this,
decided she’d taste his bait, and, like all the rest, fell
-He’s sticking rather nicely now, but then—I wonder
what he’ll do next?
Take it from me, T. M.—Miss C. W. is only mas
querading in the name of love. Starting eating, ole Pal.
Old C. R. has a knot on his head from falling so
hard for Miss B. S., a Spelmanite.
Watch out, you damsel and gents. The Stroller sees
all, knows all, and writes all.
The next time L. H., F. A., and G. S. invite celebrities
to lunch here’s hoping they’ll not be an hour late, as
was the case when “The Prophet”, “The King of Baby
lon”, and “The Master of Ceremonies” of The Green
Pastures cast came to lunch at 1:30. The whole bloom
in’ dining hall would have liked seeing the fellows. The
sight of a certain Miss from Spelman gave one of the
fellows the resolve to “jip ’ the show and make Atlanta
his home, but a deal of persuasion from the other
troopers brought him through all right, and he promised
he’d “think it over.”
DUST -SETTLE IT IF YOU CAN
Isn’t it sad that Filber Nartin won’t give P. M. Clier-
rod a chance with his fair damsel, Miss Whester Tcott
—M. D. Lankins seems to be offering thrills to Miss
Elice Putchinson at the popular intervals, Wed., Fri.,
Sun— —
“Flosh” Krcher is to Miss Wivian Sapp a stupid guy
when it comes to petting
Kambeau is on guard whenever the little Miss Trad-
law is around—I. P. Donnally keeps Miss Pallace on
her toes while he is trying to make an expansion in
his capital— —
Miss Sanne Kooper says that as long as they remain
in size to that of the little Albany Prof., everything is
O. K.
King Richard III would also give his kingdom for
the return of Miss Velmer Tuller—So would Foy Kones
—M iss Kelen H ost seems to be in mourning over the
absence of “Pat” Karrison.—You remember that he used
to furnish the candy.—Ziles Maugh is to Miss Kettie
nae Lackson as a toy is to a child—something to play
with.—“Wed” Kimmons spends all of his time keeping
tab on Miss Nuth Tcott.—My good friend, Tcott Dar-
rett, is still on the warpath over Miss L. E. Bluewood’s
woozy atmosphere of gaiety—Rhonold Pellington, the
ghost of “Duke”, keeps the heart of Miss Langrett Flo-
mack continuously skipping—
This column was invented by kal’, your campus stool-
pigeon.
All Directions
Woodward: “Say, Sherard, did you see “Josh’ com
ing or going yonder way?”
Prof.: “The sinking of what ship caused the United
States to enter the World War?”
Alex Reid: “The Titanic.”
Adams: “You said you fell in love with her figure?”
Greenlee: “Yes.”
Adams: “How is it?”
Greenlee: “Oh, it’s a one one and six naughts.”
EXTRA! EXTRA! TWO CAMPUS “BIG-SHOTS”
MESS UP AT PAINE GAME
There is no doubt about it, for I saw it with my own
eyes. It happened just at the end of the first half. The
students had just finished staging a grand snake dance
around the grand stand. Feeling somewhat talkative, I
approached two distinguished Morehouse students and
began a conversation. Suddenly the band struck up a
lively tune, The Bells of St. Marys. These two gentle
men, the president of the student-body and the president
of the Y. M. C. A., stood up and removed their hats.—
They thought it was the college song.