St. Paul recorder. [volume] (St. Paul, Minn.) 1934-2000, 1936-02-21
Personalities
BY NELLIE DODsON

nave TO ask that all SenQerS please
enclose a self-addressed, stamped
envelope with their poems, if they
want them back. Also, it is i'm
possible for me to print everything
that comes in as some of the work
is not quite up to par. But if your
poems are rejected, please don't
be discouraged. Try again. I'll
try and enclose a fair criticism of
the work and tell why sent it
back. I had no idea that so many
would send in poetry, and Pm really
sorry that I can't accept all of it..
Sorry I couldn't take any of the
poems sent in this week. All of
them will be returned within few
days. Thanks to the senders. I'd
suggest that an attempt be made
to write in a little palmer, I'M
adorned language, and really SAY
something. Don't try to initiate
the lofty language of such poets as
Lord Byron, John Keats, or Percy
Bysshe Shelley. Write what you
really feel in the clearest language
you can.
According to the publicity dope
sent in on the Twentieth Century
party, Hilda Moses has been voted
Twentieth Century Sweetheart,
and will be introduced at an inter-
mission between dances. Jerome
Darlington, the popular tenor who
sings at the Nicollet Hotel in Min
neapolis, has been persuaded to
make an appearance at the party,
and several other surprise acts are
billed. Now that is what the pub
licity chairman told me, boys, SO
if it's wrong don't jump on my
neck. Looks like everybody is
gonna be there. Or maybe every
body and his brother, aunt, uncle,
grandpa and the rest of the family.
S'help me, through a terrible
oversight the names of Rosamund
Collier and Johnny Nellie were
omitted from the Intercollegiate
guest list in last weeks paper. But
they were there, and, incidentally,
I can tell this yarn about Ro.
Seems as if she invited Johnny and
some others over for a Sunday din
ner, a chicken dinner, my trans.
Well, Ro cooked the chicken, and
the story goes that the dawggone
fowl was so toughish that the knife
sprang from off it, bounded back
and nearly knocked McHie's eye
out! Mebbe the chicken was jest
natch'lly tough, and Ro's cooking
didn't have a thing to do with it.
Mebbe.
X
There are a lot of humans run
ming around loose who wait for
the most inopportune moments to
given vent to their sense of hui
NOR CD. Last Monday mawning in
Psychology lecture class over at
school, movies were shown which
demonstrated how feeble-minded
children reacted to various intelli-
gence tests in contrast to normal
children. The cases of feeble
mindedness shown were really pa
thetic, but for some reason or an
other, they tickled the funny bones
of the students in the class and
were causes for innumerable wise
cracks, some of which were alb
surdly UNfunny. Professor Pat
terson's explanatory remarks also
came in for lot of soto voice
wise-cracking, and one of the worst
offenders was a large, silly-looking
collegian sitting in the row in front
of me. Examples of this guys
brilliant wit are as follows:
Prof. Patterson: "The persons
shown in the next picture are high
grade morons."
Collegian: "Ah! College stu
dents! Haw! Haw!" Goggles
and roars from surrounding nit
wits.)
Prof. Patterson, later on in the