THE BATTALION.
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boys did well for the first game.
Toby, of Waco, plays at Col
lege October 14; then Baylor at
Waco October 21.
Look out for us at San Antonio
November 4. We are workink up
to that game.
A Letter of Thanks.
Houston, Tex.. Oct. 17, ’99.
Prof. Chas. Puryear and Boys of the A. M. C.
Football Team;
Gentlemen:—In behalf of the
boys of Houston High School
team, I am authorized to thank
you for the many kind favors that
you showed me and my men while
at College on the 7th inst. Al
though the High School boys were
defeated, each and every one
thinks that they scored a success
of the day’s stay at the Station.
Again thanking you for the kind
ness I will close, with much re
gard to the boys and “Twins” (on
my part).
Jno. De Lesdeanier,
Capt. High School Team.
E3XPA.IVSI01N.
Met a feller t’other morniu’-
Most amusin’ sort of cuss;
Had a cu’us style about him- -
Cert’nly couldn’t well be wuss.
I says, “Where you hail f’m,pardner?”
An’ he smiled in a knowin’ way,
An’ replied in forren ling-o,
“Porto Rico, U. S. A.”
Seen a feller down on Broadway,
With a shockin’ head of hair,
An’ a lot o’ tropic garments.
An’ a most outlandish air.
“"Whur’s he frum?” a feller shouted,
An’ before we’d time to say,
This yere heathen turned an’ ans’rd,
“Honeyluler, U. S. A.”
Met a feller here on Olive,
With a somber-e-ro on;
Had a lot of shaggy whiskers,
Nearly all his clothes wuz gone.
Stopped an’ ast me fur a qua’ter;
Says, “My home is fur away.”
“Whur you frum?” The varmint an
swered,
“Santiago, U. S. A.”
Seen a feller at the Southern,
With a heavy iron box;
Overcoat was lined with bearskin,
Wore a dozen pair of sox.
Sized him up to be er miner,
Judgin’ by his awkward way;
Seen him write in big char-ac-ters,
“Circle City, U. S. A.”
Seen a saddle-colored heathen,
Wearin’ ear-rings in his nose,
Linen cuffs ’round his ankles,
Most indecent lack of clothes.
“Where’d this heathen guy here spring
frum?”
I inquired, in lofty way;
An’ he had the nerve to answer,
“Prom Manila, U. S. A.”
“Hully Gee,” says I, “I never heard o’
These here cannibals before.
Air the heathens yere all voters?
Will we stan’ fur enny more?
Nex’ you ask a feller
Whur he’s frum, an’ he’ll say,
With a lordly kind o’ flourish,
‘All creation, U. S. A.’ ”—Exchange.