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Show FORWARD Having finished the Utonian, we now turn to the more serious trend of the Hennual-that of heaving bleary glubs to undeserving studes devoid of such phrases as "it has been a banner year (rot), "enjoyed unusual success" (stinks, probably false, etc.) and so on, and dish you out a lousy section of Waste, gloating over the dirty deal we gave the censor. If you are left out of this section it was because you- Took out the editor's girl. Deserve to be included. Didn't take out the editor's girl. Ate at the drug store. Voted for Jerry Jones. Were a munshaw or a rupscullion. Weren't Earl Coppock. Were censored. Don't feel bad-there is many a rub a-coming. And so we dedicate this volume of good clean fun to the dear boy's mama who said old mean things about Ellie when last year's book came out. Bill Mordock, who had two pictures in the Phi Delta Gansie panel; Gene Merrill, whose picture is in every class and who gleaned the Engie Blarney Stone; and every one else who paid out a good hard earned buck for a picture in this annual and didn't get it in, and will howl at the editor with madness, with bricks, with rape; all get their just rewards in this dedication. We must also include Bub Poulton as per tradition. So pull in your protruding arm pits and take an aspirin. We're rolling. DEDICATION Page Three Hundred Thirteen |
