The Battalion. (College Station, Tex.) 1893-current, April 05, 1912, Image 5

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    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