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About The Battalion. (College Station, Tex.) 1893-current | View Entire Issue (Sept. 1, 1899)
tup: battalion. 13 the eldest daughter of our distin guished president, sponsor. The formation of the staff is as follows: J. E. Abrams, 1st lieu tenant and adjutant; C. P. Rog ers, 1st lieutenant and quarter master, succeeded by T. W. Grif fiths, Jr.; F. R. McGinnis, 1st lieutenant and private secretary; L. Fitzgerald, 2nd lieutenant in charge of signal corps; C. Spring- ston, sergeant major; I^L Elrod, quartermaster sergeant, and Eich, blatt 2nd sergeant and battalion clerk, with Miss Ellena Edmonds, the younger daughter of Colonel J. E. Edmonds, sponsor. The band is doing some excel lent practice and will certainly hold the good reputation it has made for the last few years under the direction of Prof. F. H. Mil ler. Cadet Japhet has been made drum major and T. H. Clement is 1st lieutenant. Miss Esta Boat- right, of Bryan, has been elected sponsor and the band, as ever, showed its good taste in this choice. This completes the for mation of thecorps of cadets, and by November 4 we hope to have four of the best drilled compan ies in the state. >he Bag. Willie called on his girl at her dwell ing, His story of love he was telling, As he gave her a hug She got kissed by the bug And Willie got blamed for the swell ing. A girl who had never been kissed Thought a pleasure had surely been missed, Till a kissing bug small Bussed her in the hall, And her lips grew as big as my fist. There was a young man of Belmar, Who rode on a Madison car; He was bit by the bug On his abnormal mug, And now he’s gone home to papa. An actress, a little passe, To her agent did quietly say: “If the bug kisses me I’ll get an ‘ad’ free”— And, strange, she was bitten that day! A kissing bug out in St. L,ouis, Said, “I’m feeling exceedingly bluey, I don’t care what they say, I must fight night and day, To reach New York in time to kiss Dewey.” “Hobson’s rival I am, ’tis true,” Said a kissing bug as he flew On the lips of a maiden, With sweet honey laden, Making victim twelve hundred and two. A kissing bug, silly young jigger, Once lit on a pretty wax figure; He chewed on one place Till he ruined his face, And swore ’cause it didn’t grow bigger. A kissing bug—this is quite true— Bit a maiden of Kalamazoo, She didn’t cry out, As you would, no doubt, But said, “Bite again, now, please do.”