Word: poons
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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Scratchings heard on quiet summer nights and marked inactivity around the visible parts of the "Poonsters' haunts led to the discovery of the tunnel, which was at the point of completion. Routed from his position with minimal losses, the "Poon, in the red-faced words of O. J. Zwoncus, ocC. said, "Hot, isn't it?" The Crime will use Lampy's tunnel for reconversion in its heating plan...
Lampoon panzer divisions were thrown back Tuesday night in the first 'Poon attack on the sacred soil of 14 Plympton Street in several years. The storming of the CRIMSON Building followed the discovery by 'Poonsters, still rankling over their 23 to 2 baseball defeat at the hands of the Crime last Saturday, that the ulterior regions of their Ibis had been painted red some observers termed the color crimson-Monday night. In seeking a temporary armistice after Tuesday's fray, Lampy revealed that his stuffed Ibis, even more sacred than the metal one that stands vigil over Bow Street...
...dreaming about the Good Old Days. "Ah," he murmured, "there used to be a keg of beer on every Sack, and everyone was always Headleying over for a re-fill. Nobody toed the Marks--they really Raiszed the roof. And with a Goodman often hard to find, the Poon still would beg, "Trager a good pitcher for another stein." They could really Hendel the ball. Those Crimeds were ball-players, and they still are. The Poon'll Lewis: Singer song...
Expecting to swamp the CRIMSON's stalwart nine, the hahahasters unwittingly challenged their erstwhile opponents to a meeting on the field of baseball. Realizing his irretrievable error, O. J. Zwoncus '49, Poon prexy, yesterday bemoaned his fate, "Holy cheest, we ain't got a chance...
Lazily rocking on his back porch Saturday noon, the star boarder of the Poon thought he smelt a seersucker burning. After a quick huddle and a fruitless search for their insurance policy, the amateur fire-sniffers voted 23 to 2 to let the place burn down. Someone, however, had already asked the local hose-and-axemen to "send a man over." He came, but he brought his friends: three engine companies, two hook-and-ladder trucks and one rescue squad. No smoke, no fire, obviously a false alarm. Whether or not the whole thing was a stunt to increase sales...