The Battalion. (College Station, Tex.) 1893-current, April 08, 1920, Junior Bat Edition, Image 11

The Battalion., April 08, 1920, Junior Bat Edition, Image 11

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Newspaper Page TextTHE BATTALION 11 PHONE COX & WORLEY FOR Service Cars DAY OR NIGHT. You are also Invited to Spend a Pleasant Hour BOWLING Phone 666 Phone 303 +— FORECASTS OF THE WEATHER (Associated Clean and Pressed Reports). College Station and vicinity: Bryan: Clear and dowdy; peaceful and grape-juice. Weather Conditions and Highway Bulletin: A disturbance was sweeping over the fish-tank and down as far as Brazos Bottom the night of the Jun- ion Banquet. It was attended by moderate and frequent precipita tions. At time of report snow was slightly mist and rain was dew on the southern coast of Kansas. Fair weather was reported from observation post at Benchley and also Houston Post as far back as Reagan which has not as yet been posted. Slight disturbances are showing up in the Republican Party and dark clouds are Hoovering over. It is reported that King George is now reigning in the British Isles but there does not seem to be much hailing' in Texas—for Joe Bailey. A decided fall of temperature oc curred this morning in the Physics Building when A. Fish dropped the thermometer. However, a notice able pick-up was observed. Automobiles leaving today will have pleasant weather—weather go ing to Bryan or Union Hill as no Impassable roads were reported. This winds up our article and watch: Local Data, April 8, 1920. Dyne. * (Note below). Temperature — Won Degree.— Dyne*. Lowest—Centigrade. Highest—Fahrenheit (Fair in height). Wind—[In a Brackett]. State of Weather—Texas. * Barometer reading if read fast reads: “To see ’em press’er—dy ing.” Observed by JONAS & RAMSEY. Note: Jonas and Ramsey are two pioneers in these parts and their data is substantial to four decimal places (not counting a place called the Mess Hall). Both have become acquainted to local climatic condi tions and take great pleasure in talk- about their relative humidity. In fact both of them were instrumental in causing Ex-Governor Ross to run. AMONG THE CLUBS Not long since there was organ ized the C. C. Club and their motto was: “Don’t be a pill. This is far from a secret organization and the C. C. means something else. It stands for the Casey Campus Club alias the S. O. L. Club. The founders of said organization are among the most promising of the Junior class although it is said that the first spark was furnished by Bill Sparks. The purpose of the club is to cre ate a feeling of friendship, sociabil ity and co-operation among the stu dents of this glorious institution. This is where the cadet who is heavy laden—with cash—may go and be relieved. Cordiality reigns supreme. Many are they who greet him, who either because of criminal negli- gense or his own accord, has hap pened upon this den of mammon. A reception committee awaits the least sign of opulence. The entire Club is on the committee. The beauty of this organization is that one does not begin to enjoy the privileges of membership until he be comes a full-fledged and full-fleeced member. Then there arises in his bosom the love of club, and without exhortation he goes forth in search of anyone whom he deems worthy (materially) of becoming his ally in depredations upon the thick malteds et cetera. The longevity of this club is in the balance because of the supply of eligibles is rapidly decreasing and Casey does not wish his lace of business to be used for a club head- quarters. SPRING When spring comes ’round, my brain won’t work, I never get things right. It makes me want to rave and shout, And fool away the night. And spring has come again, I know, I feel it in the air. I hear the milch cow singing low Beneath the new moon’s glare. I see the purple daisies Blooming in the clear blue trees; And the golden brawn blue-bonnets Form a carpet o’er the breeze. And at night when stars are shining, From the emerald colored skies, I’m reminded by their buzzing Of the bull frog in your eyes. I hear the gentle lowing Of the song birds in the hay. They recall to mind the songs you sang Before I went away. And when I think of your bright face— The moonlight on your hair, The red-hot tears roll down my back Like rats run down the stair. It’s spring, I guess; my brain won’t work— I want to rave and shout! These lines seem queer, but, just what’s wrong I can’t quite figure out. Though grand the organ’s thunder roll, Though sweet the twanging lute, We’d rather hear our winter’s coal A—rumbling down the chute. —Boston Transcript. Though grand the organ’s thunder roll, Though sweet the twanging lute. We’d rather hear old “Catfish” say: “Open up those gills and root.” We hai/e VI Qbaqqei-ina (ik’e./iecs of | vkE- May tltey .aonfcimie L® ove.r-« •fatbojalesi cji/lleys, tar-- ■feiohimj kil/s and, -*- _ r~e.stie.cs dales wifck Ct definite -IA f*,<LonStran-tr View ^ 4 weiq>tt««s Lra/ttcL a never- f>resen-t. j