STIRRIN’ SOUPE WITH A KAN OPENER AND
TOASTIN’ BREAD ON A SAFETY PIN!

HOICE morsels that can tickle only the palate of an Art
student are those cooked in our lunch room.

We have pieces of bread held over the gas jet to singe their
whiskers. ‘This delicacy is specially prepared by the third year
students, who do their toast to a turn on the end of.a specially
trained safety pin.

But oh! The aroma that floats through the room when we have
a mixture of fifty-seven varieties simmering under the noon-day
sun in the disused tea pot, which reposes on the window-ledge.
Mingling with this is the fragrance of a pan of sizzling sizing,
lan next to you your chum munches heartily on an onion sand-
wich!

Across the room a dramatic rescue is being enacted. The Third
Year students have again rescued Al’s cherished treasure (the lid-less
teapot) from one who dared to fill it with violet poster paint, and
now she sits blissfully sucking watery tea from its fractured spout!

BETTY FINLATER.

(Why pick on the Third Year?—Editor.)

GASS AGAIN

rage Benevolent Bozo was snopping his annual snoop about
the alagant art school. He ankled amiably over to the pottery
emporium, and tripped totteringly up two hundred and twenty-
two staggering stairs. But hark, what is that heart-rendering silence
that smites the ear? Where is that cheery chirple of vivacious voices,
those glad gurples of girlish glee, and sweet snatches of silvery song?
Only the creeklecrackle of rheumatic boards, and the doleful drop
and dripple of the cold, cold water tap. A rueful rat slides slither-
ingly from under his feet and expires on the varnished boards. Gas-
eous vapors vent their venom. Furious fumes fill the room. The
sweet students that erstwhile trilled so entrancingly now lie in limp
lumps in the clinging clay slip, groaning and garsping, and gorgling
ghoulishly with their glazing eyes, as they too expire in enguished
egonies.

The Benevolent Bozo of the Board wept a watery tear, and tottered
off to tell the other amiable ambicles of the terrible traggedy, vow-
ing vociferously to locate the leak in the horrible gas heater.

Did he was, or wasn’t he didn’t?

I esk you?

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