Phils Enrolled At Usc

While that is all for your style, you fit. That is all for your style. And this company, makers of those fine-fit products, present Alice Faye. You'll never know what I love you. You'll never know what I love you.

With me too, Alabama, let's go get you. You're a good homie. David Hammy. And that's what I like about the style. Last week at the University of Southern California, the usual decorum of this venerable institution was somewhat shaken by the enrollment of one Phil Harris.

While it's only an adult extension course, Phil is taking it very seriously. Last Monday was his first day in school, a day which began about 9 a.m. as Phil prepared to leave the house. Are you sure you have everything Phil?

Yeah, I think so, Alice. Let's check them over again. Whoops. Boops. Barton's hand? Barton's hand? Briefcase? Briefcase? Bubble gun? Yeah, 27 pieces. And then I got a piece all broken under the desk, too. And here's the putty knife to scrape it off my face.

Hey, where's the button USC gave me to wear on my beanie? Oh, here. Hey, this is quite a slogan they have on here for next week's game. Will murder UCLA? Yeah, but I don't think they're too confident of winning.

Why? Well, the button's reversible, and on the other side it says, well, weather permitting. Phil's first week in college was a rather difficult one, as demonstrated by an incident which took place in class last Thursday.

Professor Whiteside, Yes, Mr. Harris. You're going to have to change my seat again. What is it this time? Well, I can't concentrate. That girl behind me keeps dipping my curls in her ink well. A series of such incidents coupled with an inherent allergy to learning left our hero by Friday in a somewhat puzzle frame of mine.