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THE BATTALION.
standing high jump and hurdle, but
Atlee is hard to beat on the high jump,
so is Garrett on the vault and hurdle.
Brown, Hackney and Taylor came out
first, second and third respectively, in
the running high jump.
Eighty-eight yards run was won by
McGinnis and Holzman, and the mile
run by Meyers, Holzman and McGinnis.
These races were quite a severe test
•for wind. However, the boys who
took part in it seemed to stand it ex
ceedingly well.
The most comical event of the day
wfis generally conceded to be Thrower,
Alexander and Kendall’s mile walk.
However, all the fun being based on
Alexander’s long and graceful strides.
The tug of war was quite an inter
esting feature, also the relay race by
classes. Both won by third class.
This concludes our programme for
the day, I believe, with the exception
that Mr. Tom Garrett was declared
champion athlete of the A. & M. Col
lege and that the class of ’01 was the
champion class in athletics. As a to
ken of these honors, Mr. Garrett was
presented with a gold medal and the
Junior class with a beautiful silver
cup, the presentations being offered
respectively by Professors Philpot and
Harrington in a very precise and ef
fective way. In behalf of Junior class
and in reply to Professor Harrington,
.Mr. Elrod, President of Junior class,
made quite a pointed little speech. In
conclusion, in behalf of the Corps of
Cadets, allow me to thank the Presi
dent and each and every professor who
aided us in making the Field Day ex
ercises a success; and if each of these
gentlemen, in years to come, together
with this student body as a whole,
will try, they can make each success
ive Field Day a grand series of victo
ries over the one preceding.
T. J. P.
WE SENIORS.
What brilliancy and wisdom lies
Within in the orbits of our eyes!
With spirit, beauty, grace and power,
We are the monarchs of the hour,
We Seniors.
Ambition marks our every deed,
In talent, too, we take the lead.
For * ‘push’ 1 and tact we have much fame
And bear with honest pride the name
Of Seniors.
The Juniors, holding head so high,
Look downcast when we saunter by;
The Sophomores and Freshmen, too,
With envy sigh when come in view
The Seniors.
Q-o ask the planets in their course,
The rushing wind, the ocean’s force,
Who is the pride of earth and sky?
And all creation will reply.
The Seniors. —Ex.
THE CLASS POET.
It takes a man to write a poem,
And one with lots of time;
It’s easy enough to find the words.
But it’s hard to make them rhyme.
—Ex.
“The lips that touch liquor shall never touch
mine, ’ ’ ,
So warbled a maiden with zest quite divine;
Then retorted the man with the wickedest glee,
“The girls that kiss poodles shall never kiss
me.”—Ex.
I still have hope, though long ago
She scorned my offeree^ heart and hand
And to another gave her own.
He riches had and spreading land.
I love her still! I still have hope!
To me she never seemed so dear.
For she is as fair as aye—and rich—
And’s been a widow now a year.