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Show A. S. U. U. Cow Tower, Chortler; managers to get self and fraternity brothers appointed to committees-Sherm Burt, treasurer of class of '32. THE CLASS OF '32 The class of '32 greets you! We feel as if we'd been at the University all our lives and we can hardly wait until we get out so we can start frequenting the city's Soup Queve at the Grabteria and the city's best flophouses. We are extremely sorry we forced on you such people as: Ed Hummer, solitary ceiling-sweeper; Reed Ellison, casual big shot; Donna Bennion, to whom leap year is a boon year; Sherm Burt, sincere Sigma Nu; Dick Mulliner, Wade aspirant; Bob Williams, Joe E. Brown boy; Rick Lamoreaux, small-town politician; Olive Thomas, who lends weight to the Tri Delts; Nora Stewart, school-marm; Earl Coppock, himself; Clawson Silver, Barb boob; Ardelle Fisher, Betty Boop of activities; Al Cheney and Tommy Waddoups, of the younger gineration; Laura Snow, whom we like (God knows why) ; Dicky Dokes Bennett, the immaculate; Red Clark, whom we sometimes suspect is not immaculate; Virginia White, cooling unit; Chuck Larson, of the hay-hair; Stud Elliott, who still remembers when he broke his ankle; Lawry Simmons, triple-sissy; and you, too. The class of '32, the senior class, is composed of sillies who couldn't get up enough nerve to leave the University on the slightest provocation. Some of them will go out into the world and amount to something;* others will go out into something and amount to the world.** THE SENIOR CLASS. By Bill Marshall who was elected president with a total of 22 votes. *Viz.: Bill McCrea. **Viz.: Earl Coppock. Drooping Gal of Junior Class despairing of College as matrimonial bureau. THE CLASS OF '33 Greetings! The class of '33 has broad-shouldered boys who wear faded "33" sweaters. It also has girls who are beginning to despair of college as a mating place, and who are thinking of taking up teaching. It has Betty Thompson, too. Its members are at the peak of their collegiate careers-they are indolent, impish, full of meat and sin. Too often we have seen: Fred Kuster, of the coy hair-line; Earl Glade, editorial writer; Art Mortensen, punch drunk; Afton Brown, of Utah; Kay Covey, who can jump often; Helen Rogers, much-talker; Gloria Duste, to dust returneth; Harry Guss, garrulous oaf; Ike Howard, blue ribbon exhibit; LaVon Crane, quarter-pint; Bill Haymond, tired yell-leader; Ted Moss, unwreathed and unsung; John Carver, son of a man; Mel Jensen, who never made mud pies; Dick Parry, shattered and sinking the frigate sailed on; Lucille Allred, who is she? ; Libby Terrell, nicey; Maury Knight, who you've seen; Baxter Murray, tin soldier;LizzieGibbs, Elizabeth to you; Helen Taggart, who tells it to Helen Rogers; Al Coombs, one of the long line of Phi Delt Athletic Managers; Jerry Acoombs, one of the long line of Phi Delt Athletic Managers; Wildcat Morris, with the heart of a lamb; Jerry Jones, whose biggest fault is Sigma Nu; Henry McGean, Sigma Nu's greatest detriment and a black Irishman. May we hear from you immediately? Yours very truly, THE JUNIOR CLASS. Page Three Hundred Sixteen |