THE BATTALION.
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lish our annual and we are
now waiting for advice from
our Alumni and alma mater.
In this article the feelings of the
corps of cadets are expressed, and
it is readily seen that they expect
the Alumni to take an active part
in the College of their boyhood
days.
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A TALE WITH A MORAL.
Did you ever hear of the man
who was too economical to take
his home paper, but sent his little
boy to borrow the copy taken by
a neighbor? Well, listen and I
will tell you a few of the inci
dents which occurred during that
boy’s trip:
In his haste he ran over a thfee-
dollar stand of bees and in ten
seconds looked like a warty sum
mer squash. His cries reached
the father, who ran to his rescue
and failing to notice a barbed
wire fence, ran into that, break
ing the fence down, cutting a
handful of fish bait out of his
anatomy and ruining a four-dol-
lar pair of pants. The old cow
took advantage of the gap in the
fence, got in, ate thirty cents
worth of green oats and died of
bloat. Hearing the racket, the
good wife ran out, upset a five-
gallon churn full of cream into a
basket of kittens and drowned the
whole mess. In the hurry she
dropped and broke a seventeen-
dollar set of false teeth. The baby,
left alone, crawled through the
flood of cream and into the par
lor, ruining a bran new carpet.
During the excitement the eldest
daughter ran away with a book
agent, the dog broke up 15 set
ting hens and killed nine turkeys,
the calves got out and chewed the
sleeves off of four shirts, the
billy goat butted down three doors
and the stove, turned over the
table, breaking a new set of china
dishes, upset two beds and
chewed the baby’s dress up.
Moral.—Boys, begin life right
by subscribing for your college
paper.
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“I fear you are
forgetting me, ”
She said in
tone polite.
‘ ‘I am indeed
for getting you—
That’s why I
cameto-night. ”
'tW
Eyes were made
to droop
Cheeks were made
to blush,
Hair was made
crimp and curl,
Lips were made—
Oh, hush!