THU MADE-TITE HOT DAWGS
In connection with our fellow literati, Louis H. Engle, we arise at this time
to state that the only time this column appears is just after the Tiger has had
a MADE-TITE HOT DAWG.
HONEST--THE ONLY REASON WE RUN THIS IS BECAUSE IT CAME WITH THE SNOOTIEST DOGGONE SEAL ON IT.
(submission by neferetiti follows)
Here's to Chicago
The home of chapels that beam
Where under the turf lies buried
Its football team.
Pseudonym not in Dec 14 list
--The Stumble Bum
Anyone desiring words with the Blind Tiger peaceful or otherwise are assured that the
beastie may be found in the Maroon office between 4:00 P.M. and 4:30 P.M. during the week.
Appointments will be made through the Third Business Secretary only. Horsewhips and clubs
will be filed in the boxes provided. If your contrib did not appear it may be recovered by
application to the janitor, but be sure to see him before the wastebaskets are emptied.
Short prose squibs are needed. Scotty says he doesn't like poetry as a steady diet.
THE FIRST VIOLIN
"After all--Stagg feared 'em." (football coach)