The Drawing Board, issue 161

Semantics

Roxanne Kehr

The Big Bad World

Gordon Brown

That and sleds, posters, winter clothes, kitchen supplies, stuff students need...

Page 2 | The Drawing Board Deer Me!

Freshman Friendship Struggles

Issue 161: January 23, 2014 Mrs. MacInfire

Whit

First impressions...

The Man With a Hat on His Finger

Harold Beardington

Issue 161: January 23, 2014 Conspiticy Theory

Room 500

Page 3 | The Drawing Board Medi & Kali

If I May Be So Trite

Chard Cole

Beth Knight & Laura Stockdale

Page 4 | The Drawing Board Insinuate

Steve, the Insensitive Reindeer

Misadventures of the Myriad

Issue 161: January 23, 2014 Ashley Burnard

Trip

The Gadflies

That he did.

Issue 161: January 23, 2014

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A Public Service Announcement: The Drawing Board does not, in its wildest dreams, ever, ever advocate violation of college rules. In fact, we avow firmly that dorm policies, in particular, are exceptionally important and must be upheld at all costs. Therefore, please note keenly that all burning, combusting, cremating, charring, blazing, searing, torching, inflaming, igniting, and deflagrating of paper in this week’s issue occurred outside of college-owned residencies.

What Evolution Forgot

Wesley Payette

“I'm obviously standing in mud.”

Awkward Musical Moments

Katie Parry

Don’t get any ideas.

Page 6 | The Drawing Board Riled

cough

Issue 161: January 23, 2014 Gordon Junior

MLE

bigger than you think

The Minimalist Maximist

Keith Reinsel Jr.

Sincere thanks to everyone who supported and took care of me while I was injured.

Issue 161: January 23, 2014 A Brief Exposure

Page 7 | The Drawing Board Flash Kazam

Got dark fast, didn’t it?

Sad Boss Comics

I Can Whine All The Time

Luke Doty

Anonymiffed

“How funny of you to think that you, of all people, might know the portions your own body requires!”

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Issue 161: January 23, 2014 Anthropophrenzy

Bobby Mauger & Jim Vitale

Dwellers of the infinite pyre, You put your right foot in, You take your right foot out, You put your right foot in, And you shake it all about.

You do the Hokey Pokey, And you turn yourself around.

That’s what it’s all about.

Succinctly put, this single stanza is the truest prognosis of eternity known to humankind. You toss your right foot into the gulf of flame and the unending chant demands your left. Who shall escape the demise of cosmic interplay between the welfare of one’s own members? Only the one who deciphers—and heeds!— the few lines of verse inscribed above.

Such is the haunting meaning of life.

Warmly, Leah Imagine trying to rake that rug!

Double-You Double-You Jay Dee

Evan Yeong

John 2:14-15

With Apologies to the Mature

Leah Doty

Wait staff is friendly, does not comment on body odor or aura of loneliness.

Leah Doty Editor Emily Marie Morrow (MLE) Co-Editor Laura Stockdale Treasurer Roxanne Kehr Distributor John Rhett Faculty Advisor