Freshman. A party? What do they have to eat?
Sophomore. They're not likely to have anything this year. If I had known that last Thanksgiving I would have eaten twice as much. I haven't anything to be thankful for.
Freshman. But you passed in History. Why don't you tell the Seniors what they ought to do?
Sophomore. Sh—here comes one of them. (rises and goes to meet Senior)
(Enter Senior, tired out, she sits down with a great sigh of relief.)
Freshman and Sophomore. What's the matter?
Senior. Matter? Why, I'm half dead thinking.
Sophomore. (giggles) Thinking!
Senior. Say, did you ever hear the word Sophomoric? (severely) That's the sort of a joke that was.
Freshman. What were you thinking about?