Legend: Professor makes snappy comeback to female students who protest his chauvinism.
Mrs. Abigail Sludge, secretary-treasurer of the ladies’ bridge and Frank Sinatra club, has a passion for telling “off-colour” stories, which were resented by fellow members. One day just before the meeting convened the girls made a pact in which they agreed to leave the room when, and if Mrs. Sludge began her stories. Shortly after the meeting convened Mrs. Sludge settled herself at the bridge table and began, “Girls, did you know that there’s a boatload of a thousand prostitutes leaving for Alaska in the morning?”
Then, as one, the members of the club rose and headed for the door.
“What’s the rush, girls? The boat doesn’t leave ’til 10 a.m.,” retorted Mrs. S.
Annoyed by the professor of anatomy who told racy stories during class, a group of coeds decided that the next time he started to tell one they would all rise and leave the room in protest. The professor, however, got wind of their scheme just before class the following day, so he bided his time: then, halfway through the lecture, he began. “They say there is quite a shortage of prostitutes in France…”
The girls looked at one another, arose, and started for the door. “Young ladies,” said the professor, “the next plane doesn’t leave until tomorrow afternoon.”
[A] professor describes a tribe in Asia, South America, or Africa that is known to have a penis fifteen inches or longer when in the state of excitation. At this point two or three coeds get up and start to leave the room, either because they are offended or need to go to another class. He shouts at them, “It’s no use being in a hurry to get there, girls. The boat probably won’t leave for another week.”
Legend: Coed makes unintentionally risque remark about professor’s “little Quizzies.”
Example: [Bronner, 1990]
There’s also the tough prof who gives students painful quizzes, which he irritatingly calls his “little quizzies.” After the third or so ordeal with these “quizzies,” a coed tells her classmate, “If those are his quizzies, I’d hate to see his testes.”
Origins: references to the “little quizzies” tale date to 1962, but the tale itself has been around since the early 1950s. It continues to surface among college students to this day. Similar to a number of other college legends (salty), it swings on the notion of a hapless coed’s blurting out the wrong thing, unaware (at least for the moment) of how her comment will be taken.