The Battalion. (College Station, Tex.) 1893-current, September 01, 1900, Image 5

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    LOCAIiS
Join a society. Now is the time.
J. D. Thrower, '00, is still with us.
Tom Pinson has gone home on a “sick
furlough. 5 ’
Grey, F., loves to smoke Reardon’s
“mushroom” pipe.
Walden, ’00, is taking a post, and so
is Kamp McGinnis.
Carson, E. J., says he’s awful homesick.
“There are others.”
Ross, J. L., ’02: “Professor, what does
water weigh by the ton?”
Tapp wanted to know how much
money he had in the library.
Briggs is going to petition the foot
ball hoys not to play so roughly.
The commandant is receiving a num
ber of applications for corporalships.
Fish, to old boy: “Say, can you tell
me where I can find Professor Bull?”
Burns, ex-’Ol, is expected hack after
Xmas. We would be glad to see him.
Fish, seeing Professor Nagle, C. E.,
asked, “Who is teaching a Bible class.”
C. P. Rogers, ’00, is taking law at the
U. of T. We wish “Bug” much success.
Why is an author the queerest animal
known? Because his tale comes out of
his head.
Melton (who has been caught visit
ing) : “I wonder if the ‘Commodore’
will ‘jaw’ me?”
Grey, F., and “Heavy” Kirkpatrick
want to know if they are allowed to re
tire before taps.
Professor in English: “Mr. Rice, what
is a hybrid word?” Rice: “A cross
between a horse and mule.”
City girl at “calf show:” “Are those
little cowlets?” Man in charge: “No,
Miss; they are little bullets.”
Henry Japhet, ex-captain of the Fos
ter Guards, spent a few days on the cam
pus. We were all glad to see Henry.
Commandant, addressing three fish:
“Why are you boys not at drill ?” Love-
joy: “Colonel, it is too hot to drill.”
Professor Philpott thinks it advisable
for everybody to join one of) the literary
societies. Most of us agree with him.
Melton, coming out of mess hall, see
ing Mr. Sbisa’s parrot, said: “That is
the first chicken I ever saw that could
talk.”
Eber Peter, Egg, Noble, Lewis, “Jack”
and Aker spent Saturday and Sunday
with Judge Moore, and had a “hog-kill
ing” time.
Weinert, on way to town, seeing one
of Mr. Thomas’ signs, said: “Go to
Tomatoes for shoes.” We think Weinert
must have been coming from town.
Wanted—A patent automatic masti
cator; must be made of the best quality
chilled steel, warranted to thoroughly
masticate steaks.
Mr. Coll, who is from Argentine Re
public, was asked a hard question in
class. He said: “Professor, I can only
say it in Spanish.”
Fish sentinel on third stoop Ross,
thinking that the corporal was trying to
play a joke on him by relieving him, re
fused' to leave his post.
We call your attention, boys, to the
advertisers in the “Battalion.” These
gentlemen have helped us, so let us re-