THE BATTALION.
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ing we saw two objects in the middle of
the floor, struggling over something
which it was impossible for us to see.
On account of the darkness which per
vaded the room, we could not make out
what kind of animals they were. After
a few moments of wrestling, both hastily
arose and started for the front of the
room, reaching out time after time for
(as far as we could see) an invisible some
thing. Straight forward they moved,
then, swerving to the right, were lost
sight of.
By this time we were all greatly in
terested as well as greatly surprised, and
moving closer to ! the pair we were more
surprised to hear, “Where is it?” Now
for the first time were we reasonably sure
that they were persons, and so we ven
tured closer.
Finally the objects arose and stood
facing each other, their eyes speaking
what their mouths refused to do. Grad
ually we surrounded them, and imagine
our surprise, for lo and behold! there
stood within the ring two of our class
mates, one with a look of anger stamped
on his face; the other’s face told of dis
appointment. They had been struggling
for a professor’s “bird,” and in the scrim
mage some one else had caught it.
Pancho Pellis, ’02.
TBIP TO BRAZOS RIVER.
A party of sport-loving (?) boys
walked to the Brazos Saturday, Novem
ber 10th. The surveyor made a mistake
in finding only six miles between Col
lege and the Brazos. A number of ad
ventures might be related, but we will
give just a few.
Dinner, which was 1 of first importance,
was enjoyed on the very -banks of the
“River of Many Arms.” Of course there
wasn’t enough—couldn't possibly carry
enough for a crowd of A. and M. cadets.
But two pillow slips full of lunches were
“stored away.”
Jack K. and Briggs tried for the prize
for “who ate the most,” so 1 the last
cracker was equally divided between
them.
Immediately after having “partaken of
the repast,” “Bud” and “Scully” went
out on a scouting expedition, and after
an hour’s absence (we’ll all swear that
it was three hours, regardless of watches)
they brought in the enemy. Execution
followed without court martial. My
memory fails me here (of course I am
glad of it), so I can’t tell just what hap
pened.
When time came to “hie our weary
steps homeward,” we were as tough look
ing a set of boys as ever happened. On
the way we met, or were met by a party
of pecan-picnickers from College, and we
wanted to ride so bad, but the old rule
of “Always room for one more” didn’t
work “worth a hardly.” While resting
on a log, we must have created a strange
impression on Miss , for she re
marked that we “looked as though we
hadn’t had any dinner.” But “Bud”
convinced her to the contrary.
As luck would have it, supper was
waiting for us (?), and we actually ate
so much that five of the waiters at
“Hotel de Sbisa” quit that very night.
Onei of ’em.
* * *
THE AFTERMATH.
Since the San Antonio trip it is re-
Porte (r)d that one of the young pro
fessors has dropped into poetry. Who is
responsible for this?
* * *
A. AND M. ELECTION.
To tell how the votes would be cast,
the Battalion box was 1 left open on No
vember 6th for the students to cast bal
lots for president of the United States.