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Show ft1R. PHIL. C. BING, Miami University, '06, Delta Kappa Epsilon, Phi Beta Kappa and Theta Nu Epsilon (what a combination!), has written, exclusively for the Utonian, "The Fable of the High-brow," which, since this last page would unjustly cramp it, we have taken the liberty of continuing throughout the advertising section.Do not miss his marvellous manipulation of the polysyllable and periphrastical slinging of slang.Begin now.The Fable of the HighbrowThere was once a Geek who read some of that Light Froth sent out by the Wisdom Canneries and developed a Bear of a Longing for all that High Brow Stuff; so he packed his ancestral carpet bag with a celluloid collar (guaranteed against Spontaneous Combustion) and an extra shirt, shook the alkali of Coyote Trail off his high heeled boots and beat it through the sage brush and over the cactus until lie reached the most adjacent Port of Call for the two Streaks of Rust that semi-hebdomadally blossomed forth into a trans-terranean train On this said train he took his way to the City where the Wise Guff was dispensed. The Inward Pull of the Aesthetic Impulse was putting it across on our Hero. Heretofore, his modest life had not held much of that Indefinable Something which tells a man which fork to uses and inhibits him from alleviating his thirst from the finger bowls. However, it must not be supposed that Our Hero was unsophisti-V1 4214 |