It was the first day of a new term at Princeton, and a Texas A&M freshman
was learning his way around the campus. Stopping a distinguished looking
upperclassman, he inquired,
"Say, buddy, can you tell me where the library is at?"
"My good fellow," came the reply, "at Princeton we do not end our
sentences with a preposition."
"All right," said the freshman, "can you tell me where the library
is at, asshole?"