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Show Pardon My Horns! in in )V mm n-Cprxiii ,j nui.m I News Of Interest To Red Devils me think of this joke was the inter-school inter-school campaign trying to find Senior or Junior girls that swear. It seems that this truck driver was sitting by the road trying to get the rim off this tire so he could change it and the air was blue with his cries of you-know-what. A preacher going by heard him and stopped. He walked up to the man and said softly, "My good man, profanity is bad for the soul. Have you tried prayer?" The truck driver looked tip surprized and said, "Right now I'd try anything." Whereupon the preacher prayed. On the end of the prayer, the truck driver poked at the rim of the tire and it fell right off. The preacher looked astonished as-tonished and said, "Well I'll be damned!" If you didn't like that one I'll tell you another one you won't like. It seems that a young man studying study-ing to be a bishop went to his father-confessor to tell him of a sin he had committed. He was playing football he said, with the ball in his arms he had made a run for the goal line. With two men in front of him that were tackled he made it to the 5 yard line before be-fore he noticed that the ball had disappeared. Then he had committed the crime. "I couldn't help it father," he said, "I yelled as loud as I could, "Where in Hell is that ball?" "Well," said the father-confessor, "Where the hell was it?" Probably in his pocket, the stupid. stu-pid. Well see you again next week, there might be more gossip and there might not . . , so long. Impy i Well, here we go again, or better still, here goes nothing. There I was lying in bed, suffering from the pains of an illness which might have meant death. I must confess I was enjoying it a little and if it hadn't been for that darn sore throat, it might have been worth it. In the midst of one of my self-pitying self-pitying moments in walks Dear Old Dad. With a grin on his face he says cheerfully, "Well, if you don't look like the wrath of God." Hah! How do you like that? The nerve of the man. "Humph" I snarled, (at least I hope is sounded like a snarl . . . thinking back on it, I think it must have sounded like a gargle), Now tell us what it means and I'll insult you." "Well, you don't think you look like a Greta Garbo did you?" "Who's Greta Garbo?" I muttered. mut-tered. That is a sure sign for a fight in our house. He thinks if I don't remember her that makes him an old man. I threw fat on the fire. "And just because you're the same age as Clark Gable that's no sign you look like him. Far from . it." For some reason that doesn't make him mad. I think he actually enjoys having people mistake him for a tramp. . I simply didn't get any sympathy. sym-pathy. NONE AT ALL. I think my own mother thought I ran my temperature tem-perature up to 103 just to get out of the Saturday housework. (Heaven (Hea-ven only knows I haven't TRIED). Well, I was feeling almost triumphant, trium-phant, when he rushed to the doctors doc-tors and got hung up in a snowdrift. snow-drift. I want to mention here how much we, and many other people, appreciate Paul Haymonds help during emergencies when medicine is needed. For during that awful storm, he came out home with the penicillin. Does that sound dramatic? drama-tic? NO? Well, we'll just have to try something else. Last Friday we played Lincoln and the game got exciting at the last when they almost beat us. Lincoln's Lin-coln's Pep Club was really cute. We don't know if the Athletic club made any money out of it. We sure hope so. The dance was sponsored by the Thespians. We saw Carol Beardall and Edgel Leichty, Cyril Thompson and Doris Rowley, Kent Diamond and Jean Barney, well to tell the truth, there was a lot of people there, but the biggest part of the crowd was stag, and .this little stupid shouldn' have gone in the first place, 'cause that was one of the reasons I got sick. To get on with the point. We didn't stay to see who went home with whom, or is it who? Tomorrow night we tussel with ole Spanish High. Hope we win. We probably will, you never can tell though. Maybe the team will decide de-cide they don't want to have all that fuss and bother of going all the way up to Salt Lake City to the tournament, or maybe they'll feel sorry for the Dons and let them win the game out of the goodness of their hearts. The day we see that, the day, the day we see that . . . that's funny, I can't think of any witty remark to make right there. Well, speaking of witty remarks, here's a joke you've probably heard before, somebody told me it was as old as Methusalah and I said that was allright with me if it was all-right all-right with Methusalah. What made |