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Cappicade '64

Cappicade '64

Every Year about now certain insiduous and often deciduous gentlemen of this automated factory of learning, tear their in the pursuit of sundry delicious morsels for that renowned institution Cappicade.

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For the benefit of the uneducated Cappicade is the animal Capping production (in printed form we hope). So until May we will he bringing you this column of titbits of sundry comments from our marvellous ease books. Help to make this edition as popular as Lolita, or this year's Poetry Yearhook. (Special edited copies for the English Department.)

Love is that delightful interval between meeting a beautiful girl and discovering that she looks like a haddock.

"Let me give you a light," said Ronson wickedly.

"I think it must have been quite fun when women were rather mysterious, and a man didn't know all ahout them. Look at the end product of being free . . . It's a poor career girl sitting in her digs wondering whether she ought to ring up her boyfriend or not!

Confucious say: Man who take girl on camping trip have one volition.

"Honestly I'm not a prude, but I hate that awful commercial traveller attitude. You know ... it must be funny because it's vulgar. Actually I think the English are rather awful like that."

A pinch of salt is greatly improved by dropping it in a glass of beer.