14
THE BATTALION
THE BAYLOR-BELTON CHORAL CLUB
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AT GUION HALL
WEDNESDAY NIGHT
APRIL 14
There are 35 members of the Club and claim have best
in years. They are all good looking, attractive, and above
all, noted for musical talent. Watch out for advertisement.
ADMISSION - 35c FOR STUDENTS, 50c FOR OTHERS
DON’T MISS THIS!
F. A. D. R. REVISED FOR IN
FANTRY OFFICERS.
This piece of information is not
written to criticize the infantry offi
cers but as a source of information.
The fundamental idea in riding a
horse is to ride the horse and not let
the horse ride you. To master a
horse it is necessary to use the cor
rect position while riding. The fol
lowing positions should be in constant
use when mounted:
Sit well back in saddle (clasping
the cantle with , buttocks. Clasp it
suddenly while it isn’t looking. (The
cantle is the rear dashboard of the
saddle).
Curve the back gracefully, allowing
bread basket to hang on the pommel.
Arms and hands most any old way.
Left knee pointed toward the north
star, with right directed toward Heli
goland. In case North star isn’t
shinning, drop the head and point
nose toward the cdnter of gravity.
Change positions (?) from one side
to another in order to give the horse
a little variety. This is unnecessary
if you are nervous or subject to St.
Vitas dance: : ,
Allow reins to hang loosely, permit
ting horse to let head hang down. In
this way horse will be in a convenient
position to commence eating as soon
as the grass grows tall enough.
If the equine becomes docile and
decides to dismount you, do not be
stubborn and go against his.,,wishes,
let the reins fall loosely to the side,
disengage your boots and spurs and
prepare to dismount. It is more spec
tacular to volplane to the ground but
if this cannot be accomplished with
ease, get there in the most comfor
table way. On striking the ground
you should be in the position of a sol
dier at attention or being thrown from
a horse. This position is as follows
and should be practiced at your off
periods:
Neck well bent and folded up in
side your hat. Head on the ground
and at an angle of 45 degrees—teeth
loose and hanging naturally at the
sides. Feet alert and sweeping the
horizon. Knees shaking in cadence
of 180 to minute. Reins somewhere
in near vicinity. Back up and arched
like an angry cat. Shoulder blades
flat on the ground but not locked.
Chest drawn in and breath knocked
out. This position may be modified
to suit varying conditions and unusual
conformations.
IN THESE DAYS OF EDUCATION
In these days of education.
It is pleasing to the nation
To discern how man is ever storing
knowledge.
And, tho man goes off to school,
One must surely be a fool
If he thinks that man’s the only thing
at College.
There are insects here today
That are smarter every way
Than some men will ever be with all
their striving.
Well, it won’t be out of place
If I sight a single case
Just to illustrate the point at which
I’m driving.
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It was ’long about last Spring
(Just a trival little thing.)
Two long, gaunt, an! hungry Bolshe
vik mosquitoes
Just adopted me is seems.
(Even now they haunt my dreams,
Those two “never-let-you-from-my-
sight mosquitoes.)
I was going home one day,
Had to stop off on the way ;
So I went to get a room at a hotel
On the book I found, the line,
And was just about to sign
When I heard a buzzing sound I
knew so well.
As I started in speechless rage.
There alighted on that page
A gigantic, gaunt, familiar looking
insect
He kept walking up and down it.
Looking carefully around it,
And each line I watched that Bolshe-
vike inspect,'
SoOn more buzzing reached my ear,
And another lighted near, ‘
And I recognized those educated
creatures
They were looking'up the number
Of the room where I should slumber,
And I realized there was much those
bugs could teach us.
Yes, it’s pleasing to the nation
In these days of education
To see how man is ever storing knowl
edge;
And, the man goes off to school,
I repeat, that he’s a fool
Who thinks himself the only thing
at College.
THEY CAN’T EAT ’EM
The goose that laid the golden eggs
Must take a backward seat,
For Sbisa’s artificial eggs
Have got the “gold bricks” beat.