A. & Tvl. STOCK MAKES GOOD
SHOWING AT FORT WORTH
Take About Thirty-six Premium
Ribbons.
About twenty-two blue, eight red and
six white premium ribbons were car
ried out of the ring by A. and M. stock
at the National Feeders and Breeders’
Show at Fort Worth last week. A to
tal of something over $1000 was won
by these premiums.
In cattle A. and M. took the follow
ing premiums:
Grade Steer Calf, all breeds—First
premium.
Grade Steer Calf, all breeds—Cham
pion.
Sweepstakes Steers, one year—•
Champion.
Sweepstakes Steers, one year—Re
serve champion.
Pure Bred Shorthorn Steer, two
j r ear—First premium.
Pure Bred Shorthorn Steer, yearling
—First premium.
Pure Bred Shorthorn Steer, calf—
Second premium.
Pure Bred Shorthorn Steer, calf—
Third premium.
Pure Bred Shorthorn Steer, herd—
First premium.
Texas Shorthorn Specials—Steer,
two year, first premium; yearling, first
premium; calf, second premium; calf,
third premium; herd, first-premium.
American Shorthorn Specials—Calf,
first premium; calf, champion.
Shorthorn Grade Steer Calf—First
premium.
Shorthorn Grade Steer Calf—
Champion.
Pure Bred Hereford Steer Calf—
Second premium.
Pure Bred Hereford Steer Calf—
Third premium.
Grade Hereford Yearling Steer—
First premium.
Pure Bred Angus Yearling Steer—
First premium.
Pure Bred Angus Yearling Steer—
Second premium.
Pure Bred Angus Bull Calf—Third
premium.
Pure Bred Angus Steer—Champion.
Grade Angus Steer Calf—First
premium.
Grade Angus Steer Calf—Third
premium.
In swine A. and M. took the follow
ing premiums:
Berkshire Barrows under 12 months
—First premium.
Berkshire Barrows under 12 months
—Second premium.
Berkshire Barrows under 12 months
—Champion.
American Berkshire Special Barrow
under 12 months—First premium.
American Berkshire Special Barrow
under 12 months—Second premium.
American Berkshire Special Barrow
under 12 months—Champion.
In horses took following:
Percheron Stallion, two-year-old—
First premium.
Champion Stallion of All Draft
Breeds—Reserve champion.
People of the State say, “Why don’t
you do something at A. and M. to
show up your work?” From the show
ing in Fort Worth, both with the stock
judging team and the 'prize-winning
stock, it is obvious that the Animal
Husbandry department is doing its
part for the school.
Captain Lienhard (at basketball
game)—Mr. Steger, how many halves
do ymu have?
Mr. Steger—Two, of course.
THAT SCANDALOUS TALK.
When Brown first moved to “K” com
pany street
He put silk stockings on his feet.
And washed his face and combed his
hair
To meet the boys’ requirements there.
And then a new pair of pants he
bought.
As he was told he surely ought.
And then they said he must not fail
To buy a coat with a swallow-tail.
They say he fixed himself all right
To be a bright and shining light
Among the fine alleged elite
Supposed to dwell on “K” company
street.
For he had heard his neighbors say
He must be sure to do that way.
They were a merry, humorous folk
And simply meant it as a joke.
At least it is reported thus.
But such report is hardly just,
For Brown long and well had known
The boys around his new found home.
Having known them all his days,
He must have known their homely
ways.
Their simple life and common walk,
Regardless of the Freshman talk.
He did not buy those pants, he says,
Nor follow up such foolish ways;
And that no fan-tail coat he bought.
But moved along just as he ought.
But there are those who say they’ll bet
That Brown wears silk stockings yet.
While there are others who have the
gall
To say he wears no socks at all.
E. H. M., ’13.
WHAT WOULD WE DO WITHOUT
COACH MORAN?
Who is that big Irish man,
Who always smiles, and always is on
hand.
And makes the boys over the gridiron
slide
Regardless of their hair and hide?
Why, don’t you know?
That is Coach Moran.
When Varsity beat us it made some
sore.
And they threw lemons by bushels
and more;
They roasted our big Irish man,
But you see we still have him on
hand.
The king of coaches
Is Coach Moran.
What do we care what other people
say?
Varsity is sore because they can’t
have their way.
Because our team broke up their prom
ise land—
Who won this game for us?
That was Coach Moran.
Just look over the records of this
year’s games,
“Southwestern Champions” placed in
our hands;
Old A. and M. was placed once in the
light.
And we had a jolly good time.
That was Coach Moran.
He might bid us farewell very soon,
And it makes all feel full of gloom.
No matter where he goes, we will al
ways remember—•
Here’s hoping he is back next Sep
tember,
Coach Moran of the A. and M. timber!
Z.
WHO’S WHO AND WHY.
We have a grand old Irish lad,
Who makes things bright when others
are sad;
Now everybody knows this Irish lad,
As he hails from McKinney, where no
one is sad;
'With a big “megaphone” in his hand
We sang “Everybody’s Doin’ It” with
the band.
And “Lizzie” andt hat “military yell”
Made things in Dallas and Houston
swell.
Now you don’t have to scratch your
heads to think
Of his name, for he and the gridiron
hoys won us fame—
Our yell leader, “Rusty,” of A. and M.
Boys, you still remember in that Hous
ton town
Where we made the “Sooners” go ’way
back and sit down;
And how the bulls tried to stop our
snake dance.
But we made them seem like they
were in a trance.
And when the fun was all over, the
news of victory
Was spread, people who never heard
of us before
Read about the game ten times or
more.
Now “Rusty” is a ’13 man, and in
June he will start for his prom
ised land.
With a diploma and a sabre in hand.
So here is to his health with a thick
malted milk.
For to many a “Fish” he promised a
corporalship.
SHOOT THE HASH!
Come all you little ones and you shall
hear.
The way they yelled for grub in my
Fish year.
If it wasn’t that, it was this,
All you could hear was,
“Shoot the (??) hash!”
No doubt you’ve heard of Delmonico’s,
And restaurants of snowy white.
But you have never heard about the
grub
They feed at this college site—
“Shoot the hash!”
Now, we don’t get apple dumplings.
Nor tomatoes “ala squash,”
But you can hear most any day this
cry,
“Shoot the hash!”
A. T. B.
What Next?
“What did you have at the first sa
loon you stopped?” asked a lawyer of
a witness in an assault and battery
case.
“What did we have? Four glasses
of ale, sir.”
“What next?”
“Two glasses of whiskey.
• “Next?”
“One glass of brandy.”
“Next?”
“Three glasses of gin.”
“Next?”
“Two highballs.”
“Next?”
“Three more glasses of whiskey.”
“Next?”
“A fight.”
When a Kentucky judge, some years
ago, was asked by an attorney upon
some strange ruling, “Is that law, your
honor?” he replied:
“If the court understands herself,
and she think he do, it are!”
“You are a nuisance; I’ll commit
you,“ said an offended judge to a noisy
person in court.
“You have no right to commit a
nuisance,” said the offender.
TO THE “466.”
(By a Fish who did not come back.)
Brace up, cadets, push on, never fear.
The victory is yours if your still
persevere.
This school is for progress, don’t sigh
about luck.
The battles are won by the cadets
with pluck.
No matter how lonely or humble your
birth.
Ambition’s a thing that is wedded to
worth.
The world is before you, push onward,
be men.
If you aspire to Fame’s portal just
boldly march in.
There is no harm in trying, do the
best that you can.
Give up useless sighing and fight like
a man.
Aim high, strike hard, leave nothing
to chance.
Don’t sulk in the rear, ride in ad
vance.
Have hope for your beacon, forever
on high.
Press forv/ard, keep trying, never say
die.
So onward, old fellows, brace up,
never fear.
The victory is your’s if you still
persevere.
HEY, FISH!
It’s the same old thing each day, each
year;
It’s always far and it’s always near;
It’s all year long, through and
through—■
It’s “Hey, Fish! What’s the matter
with you?”
Whether it’s “Shoot the cush” or
“Shoot the reg,”
Whether you’re feeling good or feel
ing blue—
It’s the same old hat on the same
old peg—
It’s “Hey, Fish! What’s the matter
with you?”
When it’s “Shoot the sand” and “Shoot
the rails,”
And you gotta be quick about it, too.
If your mind is busy and in obeying
fails.
It’s “Hey, Fish! What’s the matter
with you?”
It’s the same old thing each day, each
year;
Just think next year we will get to
say it too—
To the Fish that is sitting near—
It’s “Hey, Fish! What’s the matter
with you?”
W. L., ’16.
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