Bloomington High School, The Gothic, 1930, Page 134

Description:	wGothic LaughsDEDICATED TO MISS DAVIDSONThe gum-chewing girl and the cud-chewingcowAre somewhat alike but different somehow.What difference? Oh, yes, I see it now,The thoughtful look on the face of the cow.Alice Malott—I flunked all my exams, soI phoned mother to prepare father.Harriet Williams—And did she?Alice M.—Ill say she did. She phonedback and said, Father is prepared. Prepareyourself.Tom OHaver (reading joke)—Fancy this.Jimmy—A chap here thinks that a footballcoach has four wheels.Jimmy Pike—Haw! Haw! And how many-wheels has the bally old thing?Salesman—Do you want this suit with abelt in the back, and a cuff on the pants?Woodie Adams—No! Do you want a sockin the eye?Now Robert, said the teacher, can youtell me what human nature is?Yes maam, replied Robert. Its peoplefore they get into society.Teacher—An anoymous person is one whodoes not wish to be known—whos that laughing in the class?Voice—An anonymous person, teacher.La Taylor—A train just passed.Jr. Bradfute—How do you know?La Taylor—Why, here are the tracks.Miss McDowell—What are you reading.John?John—Im reading what Emily Post has tosay about engagements.Bob Cook—Why do you rise so early?John Barnhill—I have to get to schoolearly in order to find a parking space for mycar.Bob—But dont you find you have a gooddeal of time hanging on your hands?John—Oh, then I take a taxi home andhave breakfast.Willie Hamilton—What did I learn today,teacher?Miss Gilstrap—Why do you ask?Willie—Theyll want to know at home.Henry Snyder—My ancestors came over inthe Mayflower.Tee Hee Schlafer—Its a mighty lucky-thing they did, for the immigration laws aremuch stricter now.Evelyn J.—I saw a very interesting educated pig, it—Johnnie B.—Oh! indeed, you—Evelyn J—Come now, I suppose you weregoing to say that I must have looked in themirror.Johnnie B.—Not at all. I said interestingand educated.Tom OHaver—I heard something niceabout you today.Ned Wood—Yes.Tom—Yes, a friend of mine said you resembled me.PATS PHILOSOPHYA kiss, a sigh, a fond good-bye.And she is gone.A smile, a curl, another girl—The world moves on.Mr. Hazel—I can tell you how much waterto the quart goes over Niagara Falls.Ben S.—How much?Mr. H.—Two pints.Miss Ferger—Who was the King of Franceduring the Revolution, Phyllis?Phyllis E.—Louis the thirteenth—no, thefifteenth, no, the fourteenth, no- -er- -er- -well,anyhow he was in his teens.AN ODE TO MY LOCKERLittle cubby hole six feet high—When in thy vicinity I draw nigh,Visions of boots and papers galore,Peek from the crevices of the door;Long have I wandered, and much have I seen(To speak this—I know it is mean),But nowhere, dear locker, oer all the worldsface.Is stuffed so much rubbish—In so small a space.One Hundred Thirty-fourhd
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