Bloomington High School, The Gothic, 1931, Page 136

Description:	What was Margaret talking to youabout?Oh, business.I know, but whose?Miss Dodds—Richard, if four menare working eleven hours a day Dick Van Deman—Hold on, maam.Nix on those non-union problems.Irate Father—Im going to wipe They laughed when I sat down at thethe floor up with you.Joe—Well, you might as well let meslip home and change. Youll get amuch better polish with my flannel suit.piano.But they nearly died when I couldntfind the nickel slot.Congratulations, my boy!But you just said that I had flunkedout of the medical school.Ah, but think of the lives you havesaved. -:- -:-Then there is the ex-motorist who gotout of his airplane to look at a puncture.Is Hiram a good chemistry student?Good? I should say he is. Hes gotthe acids eating right out of his hand.Mr. Ashbaucher — Whats thiscream cheese doing in my den?Mrs. Ashbaucher—Slight mix-up,dear. I must have spread sandwiches withlibrary paste. and all medical authorities recommend Dr. Floops formula forailments of the heart, lungs, stomach, liver, kidneys, intestines, pancreas, thyroidgland, and esophagus.Radio Listener—Ah! An organ recital. -:- -:-He—Blast those insects! Theyre thebiggest blankety-blank pests in theworld.She: Henry dear, you forget that Imhere. -:- -:-Freshman—It took eight sittings.Sophomore—Have you been havingyour portrait painted?Freshman—No, learning to skate.Owen Summers—I could dance onlike this forever.Peggy—Dont say that; youre boundto improve.Have a sip?Sir! I am a Sigma Nu.Pardon me. Take the jug.Farmer—Be this the Womans Exchange?Woman—Yes.Farmer—Be ye the woman?Woman—Yes.Farmer—Well, then, I believe Illkeep Maggie.How could you tell that Miss Gilstraphad a set of false teeth?Oh, it just came out in the conversation. -:- -:-Gypsy—I tella your fortune, mister.Mr. Hazel—How much?Gypsy—Twenty-five cents.Mr. Hazel—Correct!Editors Wife—John! Little Billysplit our neighbors skull with an axe.Tabloid Editor—-Dont talk shop.She—You told me before I marriedyou that you were well off.He—I was, but I didnt know it.That old adage—He who hesitates islost, should read, He who hesitates hashis tail-light knocked off.Mr. Conn—What are your tears tome? Only droplets of a dilute solution ofsodium chloride.Is my wife home?No. Who shall I say called?Page One Hundred Thirty-six
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