MCPL001485

Description:	Mrs. Ramsey—Bernice, what hasbecome of all our furniture?Bernice Beard—Its a habit ofyours to tell everyone to take a chair.Mid Curry—You sit on every jokeI write.Editor Harding—I wouldnt ifthere was any point to them.Coombs—Look here, Ive askedyou for the last time for that fivespot you owe me.Matthews—Thank Heavens, thatsthe last of that silly question.Jack Hill—Look here, waiter, thissteak is like leather and the knifeis dull.Waiter—You might strop theknife on the steak.B. J. W.—In writing stories forchildren you should write so themost ignorant can understand.Student—What part dont youset?Leser (gazing into European volcano)—Looks like hell, doesnt it?Native—My, how these Americanshave traveled.An editor at a dinner party wasasked if he would have some pudding.He replied, dreamily—Owing tolack of space we are unable to findspace for it at present.Mrs. Childs (In Biology)—Wheredo bugs go in winter?Jude Moser—Search me.Fresh (coming in late)—Im late,Mr. McCaughn, but I-I-I had towash my neck and ears this morning. Ill swear it wont happenagain.I dont like your heart action,said the medical examiner. Youvehad some trouble with Angina Pectoris.Youre partly right, answeredEmery Hallman, sheepishly, Onlythat aint her name.Phil Pike—Barber, how long willI have to wait for a shave?Barber (looking at him)—Oh,about three years.Lane Wells—My ancestors cameover in the Mayflower.Peewee Perry—Its lucky theydid; the immigration laws are a little stricter now.Papa, what do you call a manthat runs an automobile?It depends on how near he comesto hitting me.Lily George—Girls make me tired,they want to argue about everything.Mid Shields—Why, Harold, theydo not.Roger Languell—Ive got to workhard next year.Jimmie Peterson—What, arentyou coming back to high school,A dignified Senior was out strolling one dark evening and was almost felled by a passing motorcyclist. The driver stopped. TheSenior addressed him:Bob Harding—Your beacon hasceased its function.Beg pardon? was the reply.Your illuminator is shrouded inunmitigated oblivion.Excuse me, but—er—The effulgence of your radiatingorgan has evanesced.Really, sir, I—I—Page seventy-nine
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Collection:	Bloomington High School

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