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Show V Our Help Column Our own little help column showing certain ones wherein we can be of service. No one can say we haven't put formaldehyde in the milk of human kindness. 1. Too bad about the election, Marj. You got a lot of votes and all, and say, Marj, kind of buck up. Let the good old days return when you came vamping around the Chrony office, smiling at everybody. 2. Yes, indeed, Braasch, you have had an awful struggle. You got off on the wrong foot. You can't put both of your feet on her feet and get away with anything, not even the slippers, though they will tarnish. Using your head won't get by. Try using some of the anatomy from the neck down. Vernon Castle died with both feet off the ground. 3. We're all out of horseshoe, Glen. Sorry you quit smoking. Say, Miller, Jarman can stake you to-in his own words "the best brandy-flavored chew in the world." 4. Since you ask our advice, Helen, yes, accept him. The Phi Delts have no suicides on record and refuse to lead off with Richards. 5. It'll be pretty nice to go to the Prom for nothing next year, won't it, Jack? At that you created a good assembly. 6. ' Be good to me, dice." We smell Willard. "Baby needs some new shoes." Anybody got an old pair of shoes so Willard will cut out this vice. 7. Vic Hall, who used to be with us, said between dances and between drinks the other night, that he was the best "Dancing Hall" in town. Just thought we'd spread it around. The wimmen will be pleased. Page Two Hundred Twenty |