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About The Battalion. (College Station, Tex.) 1893-current | View Entire Issue (Dec. 3, 1909)
College Styles for College Men WM* Wmml, 1 * .r-"'4> w* ‘ f '■ "-v • r , This store is the home of Snappy Styles in Young Men’s Clothes. >£67; wm mg* M m i'M'l IJ m # SUf "■ W^e are Agents for Hart Schaffner & Marx and L System Clothes FOR YOUNG MEN We are now showing a beautiful line of these famous clothes in new pin check Cassimeres, fancy stripe Worsteds and blue serges. Handsome models, long dip front coats with broad shoulders and peg top pauts, all cut in the height of fashion at $15, $18, $20 and $25 Hi IP ilatt Hr. Sole Agents for Walk-Over Shoes $3.50 and $4.00 m rhs & M/a!drop Bryan’s Big Clothing Store. TERRIBLE MONSTER VISITS CAMP MILNER—SEE IN VICINITY OF SXTH TENT ROW. i v Last sfncUy night Cadet Carruthers discovered a hideous beast lurking in the forest behind the last row of tents. “It was twenty yards long and had eyes as big as saucers,’’ was Mr. Carruthers’ startling statement. His words were verified by Dutch Hohn, Patty Lillard, Pat Devine and other noted apostles of the truth (and the truth only) who happened to be near the place where _ Carruthers was at tacked. The news spread like wildfire! The greatest excitement prevailed! A posse was straightway formed and im mediately set out under the leadership of the attacked party in pursuit of the ferocious animal. Experienced guides pursued with difficulty the monster’s faint trail.. With arms, with bayonets fixed, with rocks, sticks and other ef fective weapons the enraged party fol lowed. “What’s that?” whispered the leader as a strange uncouth noise issued from the ghastly building behind the E. E. laboratory. His followers made ready for an attack! Fire showed in their eyes! “What are you fellows about?” called some one from the rear. It was the night guard, for taps had already blown. “Didn’t you hear that supernatural animal?” asked Carruthers, in a ghastly whisper. “I heard those cats over there,” re sponded the night guard. “Cats, noth ing! It was thirty yards long and had eyes like dish pans.” Then the lights slowly went out and darkness prevailed. The brave hunters returned silently to their tents, slightly disheartened but still confident that the woozle beast Avould be finally caught. FATE OF THE PAD CRANK There was a football player Who padded ears and nose, Then stitched a padded layer Where shoulder blades arose. Pads wrapped and pads suspended, Encircled him, they tell. And when the season ended He reached a padded cell. —Chicago Daily News. rooters. They looked only after the Bryan crowd and other A. & M. sup porters. A Varsity man could lay his pocketbook down in the middle of the oad and nobody would pay any atten tion to it. They are whipped to a fin ish, they are locoed, they are “flab- ergasted” to a fare-you-well. (This is written only in a football spirit.) They were almost petered after the j big game with A. & M. at Houston, t and their bitter defeat by A. & M. again yesterday in the closing game of the season, put the final and fin ishing touches on them. THE AFTERMATH ^ Mchigan Freshmen Must Wear Caps. . v , ‘Freshmen presuming to appear on the streets of Ann Arbor in any style c-f headgear other than freshman caps 'Jfjtf’ll find themselves hatless. Under \ \e authorization of the student coun- tgB, sophomores, juniors and seniors may confiscate the coverings of all freshmen not wearing the conven- onal badge of the first year men.”— - ^ “chigan Daily. As the Bryan Eagle Sees It. There is the biggest bunch of dis gust in Austin today that was ever hudd’ed together at one time before in that old country town. That univer sity crew are sore, they are raw, they feel like they have been skinned from their heads to their heels and tobasco j sauce vigorously rubbed in as a heal-1 ing balm. They are hankering, gan- Tne girl of my heart is somewhere, grene has set in and the world to their The one that was made for me, eyes looks like a great big round green ij-nd out of this wide world she will THE GIRL OF MY HEART IS SOMEWHERE. But He made it a counterpart; And the hands of Cupid are guiding The schoolboy’s wandering feet; The girl of my heart is somewhere. And some of these days we’ll meet- Maybe she lives on the campus. Or maybe she lives in town, Maybe her eyes are heaven’s blue. Or maybe her eyes are brown; But to me she will be perfection. The sweetest of all the sweet; The girl of my heart is somewhere. And some of these days we’ll meet. The girl of my heart is somewhere. But the prize must ,yet be won. For Ave must fall out and make up again. As the rest of the world has done; And forever and still forever, The story shall time repeat. The girl of my heart is somewhere. And some of these days we’ll meet. —A Private, Co. G. The A. & M. cadets were marching down the street in the Monday par ade AA'hen a negro mammy of the ’fo- de-wah type remarked: “Ah just doan see Av’y dem Y. M. C. A. boys doan weah dem pretty suits all th’ time. Ah sho’ do think theyse cute.”—Hous ton Post. cheese. They hate the Avhole earth and all the inhabitants thereof. They are busted, disgusted and almost in sulted. They have got that “gone” feeling; they are all in and feel like they would like to crawl way off somewhere and lay doAvn and die hard. Even the pickpockets would not fool with the leathers and tickers of any of the Varsity bunch of Varsity rise, • ■ Like a mermaid from the sea. And my school days will leave me. And my happiness be complete. The girl of my heart is somewhere, »And some of these days Ave’ll meet. There Avas never a boy so lonesome. But he found a kindred heart, Aod never created a human form. Tavo teams of Yale graduates call- | ing themselves the “Tigers” and the ! “Pirates” are playing a fall cham- i pionship baseball series. Simpson college has organized a rooters’ club known as the Joshua club. They believe in giving every possible encouragement in all athletic contests. J I ) rl )