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THE PEN 23 tripped up the stairs and in a little while I was being graciously enter" tained by a charming nurse. With the inquisitiveness of the "yVttie Philosojihcr,” I still found time to make some observations. There was “The Britto,” the only Britto in North Carolina, seated on a piano (stool) playing “Three Blind Mice” with three of his fin' gers. And, as our hero played his overture, a young lady, was dutiful ly turning his voluminous music ■sheets witli caressing fingers. Sir Alexander P^asely was there too. He was his usual brilliant self, and his lady was so proud of him.—Good old Easelv. Walter Durham was enjoying himself also. He was wrap" ])ed up in earnest conversation witli the vivacious young lady who liad answered the door. His Eminence Joiin 1). Epps, Jr. was there, my fine friend, and he seemed to be all over the place with that niiscliievous smile of his.—He’s a ladies’ man. Thumbnail How do you do, campus gossij)" mongers and scandal lovers. This is the second edition of this column by Mrs. Nonamus’ little boy, A. Nona" mi’s, bringing you the old, the new and some surmises for the future. In short; who went where, when, witli whom; and why. St. Aug. boys, underdogs in sports, prove masters of campus social situations; a general migration to the Tuttle School, Nurses’ Home, and the city is the net result. Campus bell"ringer, Cassanova, and three letter man, sidesteps, “I)e"troit Damsel” drops “Tuttle Seliool’ and migrates to city. Na" poleon was over"ambitious. I want to know why George Pope and I don’t mean maybe. — My goodness, if I didn’t tell you that tiiere was a jiiccalo in the salon, I am slipping. Yes sir. Tlie Baird strutted over to the machine and he played “I Found My Yellow Bas" kct.’ I could not be outdone by him so I hopped over and played, “In My Reverie.” Suddenly I heard a clang, clang, clang. I looked around w’itli sur" ])rise and saw a wicked little nurse pulling at a bell. Then swish, swish gray .striped dresses and white a" ])rons seemed to be coming from everywhere. My companion w’hisper' ed, “These girls are going on night duty.” I said, “Uh, Imh,” as I listened to the liquefaction of their clothes. Tile uniformed nurses disappeared through the door, and I noticed that the swains were getting their coats. I took the cue, got my coat and bade a fond farewell. —“Coota Brown.’’ Sketches is ])ul)ing the "ig.^” Pete, He plays a nurse on the side, but jams city square to ccnter. Capt. Easely, 375th Co. has brok" en his Camj) of Roses and has es" tablished permanent headquarters at the medical base. Bennett — Cleans off campus dirt with Lee’s antiseptic. H. Johnson — Sending himself off the campus with Miss Smith. His statement, “Gentlemen prefer blondes.” M a y b e it “Raines” blondes at his home. “Tliat’s my mother’s name,” Abis did makes romantic proposal to wrong nurse. He-either needs a new line or a change of glasses.
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