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About The Battalion. (College Station, Tex.) 1893-current | View Entire Issue (April 5, 1912)
Easter Greetings ■^pHE COMING OF EASTER makes us realize that Spring is here. If you are thinking of buying That Easter Suit let us have the pleasure of showing you our Spring line of samples. We have just received a large shipment of new Spring cloth. V\ c can make you a suit cheaper than anybody else, because our expenses are smaller. A guarantee with every suit. Give us a trial. We also make uniforms. Cleaning and Pressing a specialty ^cc: CHARLIE HITCH, The Campus Tailor DR. ISAAC ALEXANDER. When the time comes for a man to give up a position that he has occupied a long time to the general advance ment of the common good, one’s mind turns to thoughts of the man himself, of his life, his work, and his person ality. We are told that the chaplain of the college. Dr. Isaac Alexander,. is to retire at the end of the present session. Instantly we question our selves concerning this sincerely de vout man who has been stemming the tide of vandalism and laboring inces santly for the betterment of the moral standard of the cadet corps. How few of us really know the man; yet all of ns, from the lowliest fish to the most military Senior, revere and respect this worker for the uplifting of human beings. A man of Dr. Alexander’s ability could certainly have chosen a less arduous life work. But with that spirit which pervades the very atmosphere of this veteran, he shirked not his call ing, but “straightway went and did.” There is a pang of regret in the heart of every member of this class that the time has come when this man is to have a successor. May he always be accorded the deference and respect that he above all people so well de serves. A GIRL’S OPINION. Houston, Texas, April 1, 1912. Grace Dear: I wish that you could see a letter that I got from a certain A. & M. cadet! Guess you know him all right. He sports an auto when he’s in Hous ton. I think his papa puts up all the money that he wants, and thinks his “dear boy” is great. And I guess that his “dear boy” thinks that all the girls he knows think so, too, but no, not for this one. Positively his letters make me sick! Slush and then more SLUSH.' I guess that it surely must have been wet at College when he wrote, for he didn’t say a thing that wasn’t slushy. Oh, shucks! Some (I said “some”) boys make me sick. I was with a San Antonio fellow, A. & M. too, when I met the Houston kid and the Houston boy thought that because it was carni val in his town that he must take us in charge; well, I rode in the car, but who wouldn’t? When he asked me to write him of course I said “yes,” but I’m not crazy about him at all. Mamma would say that it is the only thing that I am hot crazy about. I was really some excited when I got his letter for fear that I could not write well enough to answer it; but, mercy me, if I couldn’t write any bet ter than that I’d quite college and go to plowing. The letters that those College boys write when they are try ing to say nice things to a girl make me think of a little kid eating candy when he gets it all over his face, hanas and clothes and wants somebody to wash it off for him. Messy sweetness, that’s what I call it. If the letter I got is^ a sample of what I will have to stand when I come out, I think I would rather join the suffragettes and be sure that the men would let me alone. Guess I’ll have to answer that letter, as there is a chance of his asking me to go to the football game with him next year, as I expect to be in Houston for the Carnival, and that auto of his is fine too. I sure am crazy about that San Antonio fellow, though, and he sure is good lokiong. Say, kid, I must close and write to “my dear College lad.” Guess I’ll have to send him some mush or he might not take me to ride. Don’t you ever tell him anything that I said, for if he finds it out all my rides in his car will be off. So long until next time. Oh, yes. I may, but I’m not sure yet, may go to College to commence ment this year. Won’t it be jolly. Try to come yourself, can’t you? Give my love to your mother, but don’t let her see this letter. Lovingly, Gertrude. The above letter was sent to College by a cousin of the girl to whom it was addressed. The cadet who received it was requested to find out who the two fellows mentioned were. The young lady who wants to know has promised a five-pound box of sugared pecans and fudge to the boy whom she asked to get the information. He will in turn divvy up with the fellow who “owns up” or tells him who one or both par ties are. °5hor.tt 'HuDsoj'r" C APT AIM J^COACVA OF G CO's T5ALLT£AH
