isa-normaladvance-1915-00057

Description:	THE NORMAL ADVANCE57BtogenesT Crjesfotut leakerMr. Cox (in agriculture class) : Mr. Allen,do you know how to milk?Allen: Not exactly, but Ive had quite abit of practice with a fountain pen.Fossler (duck-hunting, Shot at a duck inthe air. The duck fell dead to the ground.)Trickery: You got him.Fossler: Yes, but I might as well havesaved my ammunition—the fall would havekilled him.How does the battle go? asked the Mexicangeneral.Fiercely, replied the press agent. Wehave just had three devastating paragraphs,and were now advancing several columns offierce description.Ye gods! Is it yet alive! Choke it!Oh, George, before you get your razor, Imust tell you that I—I borrowed it yesterday.What, again?Y—yes. I had to do some ripping. But itis just as good as ever. Youll never notice thedifference. I sharpened it on the stove pipe.Sunday-school Superintendent: Who ledthe children of Israel into Canaan? Will oneof the smaller boys answer ?No reply.Superintendent (somewhat sternly) : Can noone tell? Little boy on that seat next to theaisle, who led the children of Israel intoCanaan ?Little Boy (badly frightened) : It wasntme. I—I just moved yere last week from Miz-zoury.Did you tell her when you proposed to herthat you were unworthy of her? That alwaysmakes a hit with them?I was going to, but she told it to me first.Teacher: Johnny, what was the battle cry.of the revolution, which even now brings tearsto our eyes?Johnny: In Onion there is strength.Everyone has some secret sorrow, says aphilosophizing friend. Even the fattest andjolliest of us has a skeleton in his midst.La Follette (in Oratorical League) : Myfriends, I am full of uncertainty.Here a number of boarding-house students inthe front row looked at each other significantly,and hoarsely whispered: He has been eatinghash.Frushour: Gee! I had an awful fright lastnight.Riehl: Yes I saw you with her.Stephenson (in training school) : Dora,distinguish between the human and animalfamilies.Dora: A brute is an imperfect beast, manis a perfect beast.No, siree. You cant have her. I wonthave a son-in-law who has no more brains thanto want to marry a girl with no more sense thanmy daughter has shown in allowing you tothink you could have her.She: Is there any alcohol in cider?The Boob (looking around wildly) : Insidewho?
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Collection:	Indiana State University Archives

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