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Show A. 107 PotpourriScene-any Chronicle copy day. Utonian in its period of incubation. Scenery and fixtures, the whole damliterary family of the University excluding the Pen.(Enter Drue and Herm.)Herm (weightily)-We must expunge the vices of the student body. My ethical standards shall prevail.Drue (cadenza of laughter ending in high C) - O-o-oh.Jim White (likewise trilling- same cadenza) - O-o-oh, .Drue-Jim White, if you don't stop that I'll-Herb-Say, this is copy day. No wonder Chrony is always late. Can't write a sentence in this rumpus.(Enter Junior, followed by several malcontents.)Junior-Say, Where's Cahoon? Here I've paid three assessments already. "What about this engraving charge?Another Junior-'Some graft. Costing- me $14 for my book.Omnes Malcontents-Robbery! How' much now?Brent (meekly)-Why I'm going- in the hole now. The European war-(Enter McGarry in great haste.)Ambrose-<Who the hell-pardon me girls-who took my kodak off that desk?Frances-If you boys don't stop swearing- and putting your feet on the table, I'm going to leave, so there. No society for next Chrony.Jim-Here comes Ralph, Prances.Frances-Say Herb, can't I get my society in the morning? I've got to study Anglo-Saxon. (Exite excitedly.)- Burrows (buzzing" around office mosquito-fashion)-Gf'ee, I'm busy.Lowenstein-Say, is it 5 o'clock yet?Ure-I dunno. Let's take a chance. Lock the door. What kind have you g'ot? Phillip Morris? They beat Camels.Banair World-Gimme one.Claire Stewart (without)-Open the door please.Omnes (within)-Ditch 'em!The scene ends in smoke.Heads They Win-Tails They Lose"Heads they win-tails they lose, 'Tis the only way that we can choose. I must be with you and-you with me, And by this method we agree; For in my dreams I always saw Me "wearing cordinal and straw, But you, you did not aim so high But rather chose the Gamma Phi. Then let us< toss," fair Helen said, "They lose if tails-they win if heads."Of course with Helen, Esther agreed;They got the coin which they would need.And then behind the barn they wentAnd carefully tossed the buffalo cent,(Don't tell their friends that these girls gamble,)But when it fell you should have seen themscramble.They picked it up in approved' style And looked at it with a crap-shooter's smile. Then Helen and Esther grinned with pride Such vexing problems they could decide.'Tis the only way that we can choose. "Heads they win-tails they lose, Really 'tis a ridged law, So we'll wear cordinal and straw."SpringBeing the musings of little Albert Brokmeyer in the spring of the year."Why, oh why, am I so interested in C. & B. rust proof advertisements? "Why do calves interest me when I have never had any interest in cattle? Why do I wish to sit under the mullberry bushes and get my new Grey "Styleplus" trousers all over grass stains. Just to tell some lingeries that I am going to Garland for the summer? Why, when I see a silk stocking, does the blood play tag up and down my spine? Why do I insist upon jumping- into my last year's B. V. D.'s "while my teeth chatter and the wind plays "The Hungarian Rhapsody" around my knees. I make a fool of myself every time I get around the ferns. It would be a heckuva good thing for me if winter ¦would come.Items incident to the Colorado trip, which the Debating Council refused to honor.6 pks. Fatimas (Wright) . . . . . . .$ .902 Near Beers (Hunt and Kasius) . . . .-¦ . .201 Buttermilk (Baird) . . . ., . .... .051 Shave (Wright) . . . . . . . ¦ • ¦ .151 Shave and Tonic (Kasius) . ... . .. .302 Collars, size 1J2%, (Hunt) . . . . . . .25TotalPage two hundred seventy |