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the intermission between the seven and DURING nine o'clock show at the Kenworthy theatre, not
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we heard or the Junior Parade on April [4, we immediately got ready for a delightful surprise. The surprise element was there, but I can't say as much for the delightful part. Perhaps the greatest shock to my senses was the float of the Kappas. These heretofore delicious creatures shattered all my faith in the gentler sex. For instance, the delectable Mardi Tanner straddling the hood of a broken-down flivver and wearing a pair or Grandma's red flannels was a cry for help. The only trouble was the fact she appeared to be beyond help of any sort. Another thing appeared to be miracu-
lous-how these college boys do it, I simply can't understand. In that darling float concocted by the S.A.E. lads, they used the same idea that was characteristic of the majority of floats, viz., the portrayal (in the porcelain) of Crane's fixtures, but they went further-they were more daring. Upon the elevated throne (Crane's), swaying precariously in the wind, sat an S.A.E. in all the regal state possible in such a situation. In fact, he sat so well I was led to believe, perhaps falsely, he was made to occupy such a career. I was SO undone I left immediately, but not before I had had one last look, and to my dying day I will remember the picture of this boy urbanely sitting there flushed with achievement.
so long ago, several dance acts from the student pro路 duction "Taps and Terpsichore" were given, much to the amusement of the audience. The acts, themselves, were not supposed to cause laughter, but somehow or other the dancers misinterpreted their act. They mis-
interpreted it to such an extent that their performance caused gales of merriment to rake the audience (nautically speaking) from atem to stern. A dance (supposedly Spanish by nature) was so unfortunate as to get horribly garbled. One of the young ladies became so fussed she actually shivered as she nervously whispered to one of her partners, "Oh dear, I'm all unhinged." Her part路 ner glared at her fiercely and hissed, "All unhinged, hell. The whole door is gone."
Genteel Ladies PART of our program to further the idea the A syounger generation is all right, we are ready to publish this news item. The scene of the action took place in a housemother's suite in one of the campus sororities. The housemother was reading the riot act to one of her co-eds. At length she resorted to the age-old
So this is Ping Pang this is a decade noted for its startling things. N ow This is the time when we have champions of this and champions of that. But now the latest is the champion of Ping Pong. Just what is Ping Pong? Perhaps the best defmition of this game is the one our prexy, Lionel Campbell, gave. He said, "Ping Pong is a cross between tennis and squat tag." Now, that is what I call a definition. The reasons are the following: It is like tennis because it is miniature tennis, played similar and scwed similar. It is like squat tag because the big "I" men have so named it. In other words, it is a si.ssy game, and it is a sissy game because the hig athletes find they cannot play it; therefore, they renounce it-thus saving their reputations. Anyway, these are the reasons the Betas give in defense of the game. Incidentally, the Betas have no athletes. P"",J,Z
custom-that is, by quoting of what "we girls used to do." She said, "Now, when I was a young lady we were very different. That was the era of genteel women who wore hoop skirts and played croquet." To which the co-ed to whom all this was intended replied somewhat heatedly, and, as I think, to the point, "Yeah, and who also, when they played, they rolled the hoop."