February 01, 1925
Image 28 The Athenaeum. (Atlanta, GA) 1898-1925, February 01, 1925, Image 28
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Sailor: Oh. yes, I write short stories. I contribute to Collier’s
and the Post.
Seasick man: That’s nothing. I contribute to the Atlantic.
Sue: Did you get that date with that telephone operator?
Due: Naw, her line was busy.
Kindly old gent: I’m sure sorry you buried your wife, Jim.
Jim: Well what the devil did I want to keep her for?
Brother I: What do you think of the new pledges?
Brother II. Shut up. I’m trying to stop cursing.
Why are your fraternity brothers all so thin?
Every time they hear the dinner bell, they think it’s the patrol
"Where’s your mother, son?” asked the hungry father.
“She said that if you go out and sow what people call your
wild oats, she’s going out and raise what Sherman called war,” replied
the innocent youngster.
Said the naughty little flea,
As he lit on Mary’s knee.
"Where do we go from here, boys,
Who Said it First
Where’s the fire? Nero
Who the Hell wants to know? The Devil
May I have the next dance? St. Vitus
Boy, ain’t that a knockout? Jack Dempsey
Where do we go from here? Leob and Leopold
Here lies the remainder of Ivor E. Head,
His dome was soft, you bet-
He took both hands from off the wheel
To light a cigarette.
—John Pittman, *26.