Sometimes just for sport I’ll tag along behind one of the groups being led around campus by our charming student tour guides. I have heard some pretty dubious assertions during these jaunts but never anything as wild or as funny as some of this material from a circa 1950 tour script:
One hardly knows where to begin–the thing really is a hot mess–but I can’t decide which is funnier, Max Autry (made up from whole cloth!) or death by bananas.
Note: I’m having some minor surgery tomorrow so I’ll be out at least one day, maybe two.
Bonus: Gate 2, closed for business.