J. RAYMOND TOTTENHOFF

("J" stands for janitor, the height of his intelligence)

     Boy, bring over that crown of thorns and place it on the head of this big-headed, self-satisfied egotist who is the luckiest man in the world. Honestly, Raymond, you do fall into some of the most paying positions--first it was the Cornhusker banquet of 1925 at which time you passed the cigars after the dinner, and later counted up the iron men you drew out of the treasury for your share (the lion's) of the proceeds. And now it's a very attractive girl from out west who draws her "so much" a month or week. owns a Ford coupe that you use as your pony, and shows signs of being a great financial investment. It's funny how you picked her of all the girls in school that you could have had, rushed her from the very start and finally, by your winning ways captured her on that Manhattan trip, and now you're fixed for life. You win the handsome golden nest egg. You're lucky, big boy. I suppose now you won't even condescend to give us that hand-shaking greeting that you usually give the boys. May you live a long and PROSPEROUS life, and help the Kappa Sig boys pay for that big house as often as you can with a worth-while contribution from the family purse.