The Battalion. (College Station, Tex.) 1893-current, March 28, 1913, Image 5

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    agreed to the conditions enforced upon
me, and they quieted down and went
to sleep.
I started to do a little thinking now,
for I wanted to get even with them if
I could. I finally reached the conclu
sion that they, like myself, were going
to' A. and M., and that, as they had
told me to wake them up when the
train reached Wellborn, the college
must he near Wellborn some place.
I had not fully decided what to do,
and was between the frying pan and
the fireplace when the porter came
through yelling “Wellborn!” All at
once I decided that I would get off
without waking them up, and just let
them ride on through. I got off the
train, and left them sleping away, and
me a thinkin’ that I was slipping a
good joke over on them.
I stood on the depot platform until
the train was well out of sight, con
tent with the thought that revenge
was sweet. I started out in the dark
ness to find me a lodging place for the
night, but couldn’t see but two lights
in the whole village, and investiga
tion showed me that they were both
saloons. Not wishing to get mixed up
in any “booze fighting,” I decided to
start out and find the college, where
1 thought sure I could find some place
to sleep.
I walked around for at least two
hours, going down every road I could
find for a distance of at least two
miles. It was beginning to get light
in the East now, and I thought if 1
would go back to the main street nf
the town I might meet someone who
would tell me how I could find the
college, so I went back to the princi
pal street corner and waited.
Finally a man came out of one of
the saloons, and, gathering up all of
my courage, I accosted him and asked
him how and where I could find the
A. and M. College. He said he would
tell me if I would buy him a beer. I
agreed to pay him the price of a glass
of beer for the desired information.
He told me that the college was five
miles north of a place called College
Station. I didn’t like that at all, and
told him I believed that he was lying.
“ I told you that the place was five
miles north of here,” said he, “and 1
don’t propose to fool around here any
longer trying to tell a big boob like
you how to get to College. Get out of
the way! ”
I was getting pretty mad, and told
him if he didn’t tell me the facts
about affairs pretty quick I would
beat the everlastin’ stuffin’ out of him.
He started to go by me, but seeing
that I was big and strong, he decided
that he would try going back around
the block. I started after him, and
was just about to hand him a good
uppercut when someone from behind
grabbed my arm.
I turned around and saw that I was
now up against one of those country
cops, like we have at home. He told
me I had better mind what I was doing
around Wellborn, for only respectable
people lived there, and the citizens
didn’t want anyone hanging around
who wasn’t a law-abiding person.
I told him I would gladly leave him
and his town alone if he would tell
me how to get to College.
He told me over again what I had
already heard, and being tired and
disgusted with the whole place, I de
cided to go down to the station and
ask the ticket agent to tell me the
straight up and down about affairs. I
found out that the men had told me
the truth, and that in my eagerness
to get even with the fellows on the
train I had gotten off at a little old
town five miles from College, and had
roamed around in a little two-saloon
town all night trying to find a college
that was miles away.
Not having more than enough money
to pay my expenses at college, 1 de
cided to pull out and walk to College
Station. Under ordinary circumstances
it would not have taken me over an
hour to walk the six miles, but I had
been walking from one o’clock until
daylight. It took me two and a half
hours to get to College Station, and
I was sure all in by the time I ar
rived here.
I found a place to hide my bag, and
started out to hunt the building where
you have to go to give them your
name. I saw lots of guys walking
down a path toward a large building,
and thinking I might find out some
thing by watching them, I followed,
and stood in the door of the building
with the rest of them fellows for about
half an hour, waiting for some fellow
to come down, take out names, and
tell us where to go.
About one o’clock a fellow came
down the stairs with a big cigar in
his mouth; he was dressed in a kind
of yellow suit, which had “U. S.” in
brass letters on each side of the col
lar of his coat. All the fellows lifted
their hands up to their faces when he
came down, and thinking it was a
purty good idea I lifted my fist up to
my face and looked at him for a good
while. Finally, he went in and sat
down in a big chair, and h’isted his
feet up on the table. He smoked in
silence for a while, and then told the
man at the door to line us up and
march us in.
I thought he must be some impor
tant guy from the way he bossed
everybody around, and asked the fel
low in front of me who he was.
“That is the ‘Bull,’ ” says he in an
swer to my question.
“The ‘Bull’?” says I; “huh, that’s
the queerest looking bull I ever did
see.”
It was my turn to be examined next,
so I began to pay attention to wha^
the “Bull” was saying. Some fellow
gave me a slip of paper and I started
to read what it said, when the fellow
they called the “Bull” says, “What’s
your name?”
I jumped like a scared Apache, but
managed to say, “Sam Dooit, sir.”
“What company do you wish to be
in?” says he.
“Why, the best kind of company
you have,” says I, not knowing what
he meant.
“Well, I’ll put you in Company C,”
said he.
“Yes, sir, I see all right,” says I.
He turned to the next man, and 1
passed on behind the other fellows.
The next man I came to asked me
what company I was in, the next one
for my baggage check, and the next
one for the card that the first guy
had given me.
Well, I finally got out of that room,
but didn’t have nothin’ left, for I had
given everything I had except my
money, to the different fellows sitting
around behind the tables.
As I said before, I finally got out
side, and was standing around wonder
ing what to do next when a fellow
walks up and says; “I’m first sergeant
of Company C, and will show you
where to go if you have paid up.”
“Paid up,” says I, “paid up what?”
“Why, paid up your fees and main
tenance fund,” says he.
“No,” says I, “I ain’t paid no fees
yet, but expect I better had if it rs the
custom to do such things.”
“You go into the treasurer’s office
yonder, and pay your money, and I’ll
wait here till you come back,” says he.
So I went to the place he pointed
out to me, and gave very near all
the money I had to a guy standing be
hind the bars. He gave me a slip of
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