December 16, 1949 THE LEXHIPEP Page 15 Peggy Costner: Barbara DeLapp: A SAPP’S FIBBLES By A SAPP The level to which A mind is sinking Depends a lot On what it’s thinking. I don’t see how football players ever get clean. Silly! What do you think the scrub team is for? Teeny Redwine: Did you get hurt when you were on the football team? Sonny Timberlake: Nope. It was while the team was on me. Sidney Proctor: Oh, it’s not the school. It’s the principal of the thing. Miss Reid Why don’t you like s chool, Sid? Don Leonard: Can you stand on your head? “Shag” Everhart: Nope. It’s too high. Girl, arriving at the end of the third inning of a baseball game: What’s the score, Harry? Harry: Nothing to nothing. Girl: Goody, goody! We haven’t missed a thing. Harry Rainey: After rain falls, when does it get up again? Mr. Clark: In dew time, my boy, in dew time. Tabloid Biography . High chair High school High stool High finance High hat “Hi, Warden!” FAMOUS LAST WORDS Gimme a match. I think my gas tank’s empty. You can make it easy. That train isn’t coming fast. Step on her, boy. We’re only doing seventy-five. If you knew anything, you wouldn’t be a traffic cop. Buddy Crowell: Charles Harris hasn’t been out one night for three weeks. Bill ’Trexler: Has he turned over a new leaf? Buddy: Nope. ’Turned over his dad’s new car. Pickett: You saw this lady driving toward you. Why didn’t you give her half of the road? “Dimous” Beck: I was going to just as soon as I could find out which half she wanted. Miss Manning drove into a service station to complain that her car was using up too much gas. The attendant pointed to the choke lever, which protruded from the dashboard. “Do you know what this is for?” he asked. “Oh, that,” said Miss Manning airily. “I never use it, so I keep it pulled out to hang my handbag on.” Mrs. Redwine: What did your father say when you told him you’d smashed up the car? Jim: Shall I leave out the swear words? Mrs. Redwine: Certainly. Jim: He didn’t say a word. Mr Clark: Does she know much about cars? Mr. Bowen: Naw, she thinks you cool the motor by stripping the gears. Mr. Wike: This makes the fifth time I have punished you this week. What have you to say? “Beetle” Craven: I’m glad it’s Friday, sir. First Kangaroo: Annabell, where’s the baby? Second Kangaroo: My goodness; I’ve had my pocket picked! Coach Bowen: How many bones have you in your body? Don Tesh: Nine hundred. Coach: That’s a good many more than I have. Don: Yeah, but I had sardines for lunch. Mr. Leonard: In what battle did General Wolfe, hearing of victory, say, "I die happy”? Herbert Sink: His last battle. Class President: Congratulate me! I won the election! Pop: Honestly? Prez: Oh, why bring that up? Mr. Maus: Now, if I lay three eggs here and five eggs over there, how many eggs will I have? Bobby Leonard: Well, to tell you the truth, I don’t believe you can do it. Mr. Hill: Well, son, how are your marks? Charles Hill: ’They’re under water. Mr. Hill: What do you mean under water? Charles: Below C level. Don Hege: But I don’t think I deserve quite a zero on this paper. Miss Sugg: Neither do I, but it’s the lowest mark I can give. Mrs. Lewis: Name two pronouns. Corky King: Who, me? WILSON’S GROCERY Winston Road Phone 2402 SEASON’S GREETINGS JORDAN’S MEN’S SHOP ‘“The Shop of Friendly Service” MERRY CHRISTMAS LEXINGTON DRUG COMPANY Lexington’s Prescription Drug Store for Over 51 Years Same Management HOLIDAY GREETINGS FROM Piedmont Furniture Co. PHONE 2368 NORTH MAIN STREET MITCHELL HARE’S GARAGE Wishes Everyone A F. HARB, Service Manager Your Holiday Entertainment Saturday (Christmas Eve) Late Show Sunday-Monday, December 25-26 “Holiday Affair” Robert Mitchum Tuesday-Wednesday, December 27-28 Milton Berle — Virginia Mayo “Always Leave Them Laughing” Thursday-Friday, December 29-30 Jane Wyman — Dennis Morgan “Lady Takes a Sailor”

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