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THE BATTALION.
Much excitement prevailed all day, and
at taps the votes were counted. It was
found that McKinley had received 38
and Bryan 160 votes. Hiilf of the cadets
were disqualified as voters on account of
being housekeepers that week.
* * *
When you come back you feel like a
new man. Back from where? The bar
ber’s, of course. Mr. Holton is an artist
in his line. So “get from behind the
brush.”
WANTED.
A pair of suspenders for the breeches
of promise.
A corset' for the waist of time.
A mosauito bar for the bed of the
ocean.
Some one to rock the cradle of the
deep.
A dentist to work on the jaws of
death.
PERSONAL.
Why didn’t Carson eat salmon?
Carswell is grieving over something.
What?
Guion wants to ride his extras off bn
a “bike.”
Reardon: Professor, what would you
call a young lamb?
Ask Briggs to tell you about that man
from Pennsylvania.
Trigg walked sentinel in Gathright un
til the lights went out.
Wbately wants a receipt for walking
an extra. Good idea, Whately!
Scott has made a “mash” in Bryan.
Wonder who the lucky lady is.
Captain Thomas has business (?) in
Bryan on Sunday. Wonder what it is.
Peanut Kirkpatrick has applied for the
position of “swayback” in the football
team.
Cooley didn’t have it much wrong
when he said that Benj. Franklin ped
dled stoves.
Gorman, when at the Fair, didn’t “have
snakes,” but he saw street cars running
on telephone wires.
Jobson says that he would like to cor
respond with some young lady. Now,
girls, here’s your chance.
Fish, on being asked to pass the “cord
wood,” gazes into space for a moment,
and then passes the toast.
Captain Garbade is a skilled tactician
His company executes a number of field
movements on coming to “left dress.”
“The Romance of a Cotton Field; or
What Happened in the Cotton House,”
a late novel, just out, by “Bud” Noble,
novelist.
Dr. Francis (in lecture on human skel
eton) : She evidently was not a society
belle; her ribs are not squeezed close
enough together.
Ex-Cadets Sterns, Austen and Japhet
visited College during the past month.
We were all very glad to see them. They
remind us of “old times.”
Mr. Lineburger—Professor, did you say
that shellac was used as a “wood-killer?”
Professor—Yes, sir; I suppose it
“would kill her” if she ate enough of it.
A cadet stayed out very late at night
while in San Antonio. The next morn
ing, wishing to see how rocky he looked,
he reached for the hand mirror that lay
on the table by his bed. Instead of the
mirror he picked up the brush and gazed
at the bristles for a moment. He felt of
the back of the brush; gazed at the bris-