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About The Battalion. (College Station, Tex.) 1893-current | View Entire Issue (Sept. 1, 1898)
THE BATTALION. 43 These doctors have never been known to consult, Though each has respect for the other; In fact, no one knows what a time might result, If either his neighbor should bother. Cattle do not have souls, students do not have ticks, This negative creed satisfies them; You might as well try oil and water to mix, As these doctors, if I rightly “size” them. An experiment’s brewing that may give some light, ’Tis based upon proper conditions; Three lawyers, or tailors, or farmers would fight, But how will it strike three physicians? Said Campus Doctors own each one a hen, These go roaming from stable to stable; We’re awaiting' the first joyous cackle, for then There will be a new egg for some table. But the point is, whose hen will have laid the new egg, Gillespie’s, or Francis’, or Bittle’s? When they reach there each hen will be cackling like “Meg” And who gets the egg for his victuals? If one D—, written thus, means, as every one sees. Something bad, something very immoral, M. D’s, V. M. D’s, D. D’s, Ph. D’s, Must be fearful turned loose in a quarrel.
