By Prof. Hound.

At the IIIc. football dinner, the footballers, disappointed at not receiving the usual grant for winning their grade, yet rose manfully with empty glasses to toast the Exec. for the generosity is "nearly displayed" with the beer it "nearly provided."

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A speaker at the anti-war ballot meeting spoke about about wisdom not being strained through false teeth and long white whiskers, Here's the man to write our next Extrav.

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The leg of Nations and the Italian Jackboot.

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A smoke concert will be held at the Kelburn Kiosh says last "Smad"—or "has been held?"

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Must Mussolini?

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I love my dear Professor,

But I think that he's annoyed To find I'm no trangressor

Of the rules of Mr. Freud.

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Someone asked the other day whether the author of Fishbones, Prof. Hound, was the English Professor at V.U.C. We rephed, of course, that none of our professors answered to the description.

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The Historical Society is impressed by the statement of "Pepys" that a historian is one who collects photographs and press cuttings and keeps a record of current events. The Secretary, Mr. Odell, doubts, however, whether a collection of cigarette cards, some clippings from the Wit and Humour section of the "Evening Post," and an All Blacks chart constitute a sufficient qualification for a Fellowship of the Society.

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"I had my leg broken in two places."

"Well, stay out of those places."

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