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Entered as second-class matter at
College Station, Texas, February 17,
1905.
College Station, Tex., Dec. 9, 1914.
We often hear the remark from both
cadets and members of the faculty
that the social life on the campus is
not what it should be. Graduates
often say that they do not know how
to act when they are in society.
Everyone expresses a Wish that this
condition might be changed, but it
seems that little progress is being
made. We are wondering if this is
not due, more or less, to the fact that
the students never meet their in
structors anywhere except in the class
room, and if this condition is not the
fault of both the instructors and the
cadets.
How often do you see a cadet in
the home of a professor? How many
cadets have met the wives of their
professors? When we hear a pro
fessor’s or instructor’s name mention
ed all we think of is a man who meets
our class, calls the roll, hears our
recitation, grades our papers and
passes or flunks us in the course. We
seldom realize that he is. a common
human being just as we are. We
seldom meet him outside of the class
room or his office. No doubt when
he thinks of a certain cadet he only
thinks of him as a student who makes
“B” in mathematics or “C” in Eng
lish, etc.
If the student and instructor met
each other oftener as man to man in
a social way, no doubt there would
exist a more friendly relationship.
However, the corps is partly to
blame for this condition of affairs. We
have seen boys sneer and make fun
of a fellow classmate when he would
speak to an instructor about some
subject not related to the class work.
To be frank about it, the term usually
applied is “sucking.” This draws a
sharp line between instructor and
student which should not exist. Again,
when professors invite students to
their homes, very few of the boys will
go. Many times a professor has had
members of the senior class at his
home for dinner and invited them to
call again, but the boys would ignore
the invitation. Such treatment would
dishearten anyone. However, it does
seem that at last the senior class
should know their instructors and pro
fessors better. We all look forward
to the new Y. M. C. A. as a solution
to this problem, but we wonder if the
faculty and senior class could not get
together and devise means of bringing
the students and their instructors into
closer touch with each other.
THE HERO OF YESTERDAY.
I watched him one day from the
bleachers, a King from the Van
ished Past;
One of the old-time wonders, the star
of an all-star cast;
Blazoned in balldom’s annals, held up
to fame and renown,
But crowded at last to the Has-bens—
A Dub in a Bush League town.
One of the Legion Historic, crowned
in a far-gone day;
Where thousands and tens of thou
sands cheered as he passed their
way;
Wherever the echoes thundered, roll
ing from flat to flat.
As he leered at the paling pitcher and
swung with his mighty bat.
Pride of a Northern city, king of a
cheering State;
One of the age’s heroes, one of the
Deathless Great;
One with the mien of monarch, cast
ing a mystic spell,
With the eye of the Great Gray Eagle,
the speed of the wild Gazelle.
Brave as an Indian tiger, daring in
every fight;
Quick as the Western panther, with
brain that as quick as light;
Hailed as a great game’s leader,
crowned with a great game’s
crown.
But crowded at last to the Has-bans--
a Dub in a Bush League town.
What were his dreams, I wondered—
Over what vanished track
Did memory lead through the ages
where a million stoad at his back
When up from the crowded grand
stand a throng of the long ago
Leaped with a crashing tumult as he
swung for the home-run blow?
Now that the arm had faltered, the
arm that had carried far;
Now that the eye had faded, placing
the final bar
As he fanned with a vainless effort or
run with a labored tread,
I wondered if, in his dreaming, he
heard what the bleachers said?
Faded and slow and aging, jeered
with a thousand knocks.
The star who had driven Clarkson the
Wizard out of the box;
Did he hear the snarl of the bush fans,
taunting in endless flow,
Or only the echo of cheering from a
game of the long ago?
THE CHICAGO STOCK
SHOW CALLED OFF
On account of the outbreak of the
foot and mouth disease in certain
parts of the Nation the Chicago Stock
Show has been called off, but Prof.
Burns will continue the training of
his men and finally select a team just
as if it were going to Chicago, in order
that the A. H. men might lose no
practice because of it.
Among the members of prominence
of the class of T5 is the lieutenant
colonel Velpean C. Denton.
Denton was born in the tropical
land of Florida in the year 1890. We
have no approved data on his early
life other than that his chief youthful
pastime was to explore th^ numerous
lakes and recesses of the everglades.
It is surmised that these adventures
caused him to realize the importance
of bridges and canals in that portion
of the tropics. From this he got the
idea to prepare himself for that
branch of work which provides for
such necessities.
Part of his boyhood was spent in
Tennessee, but Texas claimed the
greater portion of his recent life. He
graduated at Lancaster high school in
1908. He went to Texas Christian
University one year while the institu
tion was in Waco and another year
after it was moved to Fort Worth. In
the meantime Denton’s youthful am
bition to become a civil engineer had
not left him. With that object in view
he entered this college in 1911 as a
sophomore “fish.”
Instead of returning with the re
mainder of the corps after the strike
in 1913 he did civil engineering work
until the opening of the next college
session. The experience he received
was sufficient to teach him the neces
sity of securing a better preparation
for the profession. Therefore he re
turned to A. & M. with the intention
of finishing the course. While Denton
was out of college he did civil engi
neering work for Stone & Webster
Engineering Corporation, Field Engi
neering Company, Phoenix Construc
tion Company and Fred A. Jones Com
pany.
At the present time Denton is lieu
tenant colonel of the regiment, presi
dent of the C. E. Society, president
of the senior election committee, asso
ciate business manager and associate
editor of the Long Horn, student mem
ber of the athletic council, and chair
man of the Y. M. C. A. membership
committee.
The strongest point in the lieuten
ant colonel’s character is his con
stancy. He will not undertake to do
a thing unless he knows he is right,
and once started he will finish it.
When the going is hard he makes it a
point to go a little harder.
ALPHABET OF THE NEW WINTER
DANCES.
Awfully attractive;
Boldly begun.
Carpingly critised;
Daringly done.
Easily enemied;
Fearfully fly!
Gracefully gyrated;
Horribly high.
Impishly innocent.
Joyously jimp;
Kickily 'kittenish,
Luringly limp.
Merrily mischievous,
Naughtily nice!
Obesity’s order,
Prosperity’s price.
Quietly questioned,
Rampantly railed;
Sinuous serpentine,
Twinklingly trailed.
Undue undulations
Virtuously veiled.
Willowy wavering,
Xpertly xprest;
Young yielding youthfulness,
Zigzagging zest.
—Carolyn Wells, in Life.