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THE BATTALION
LIABLE AND LIBLE A TRUE
STORY SO HELP US ALL
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After a few oscillations she settled
back to earth and gave up her con
tents.
Murmuring a few indistinct pray-
erlets, I boarded the “Don Quixote”
and hung on a strap. I mean I was
a strap-hanger.
There I stood, first on one foot and
then on the other—then on all of
them, and the longer I stood the less
I could stand it.
In the interim, the conductor eeled
his way thru the car and collected
fares from the fairs and way-farers.
There were so many hanging on
my strap that I felt in the pockets
of four others before I found my
own. I was grateful, however, that
I didn’t wear short pants.
Finally, after our fares and wits
were collected, the “Don Quixote”
started for the City of Bryan. Some
one said so—I still doubt it. At any
rate (below ten miles per hour) I
rode as far as Onion Hill carrying a
womans umbrella in my face. I had
hoped that she would get off at the
hill but; as Arthur Loyd was the only
one to get off, I thought that it was
Hell en. It was.
At last, at the point of desperation
and the umbrella, I sweetly asked her
not to stand with her umbrella in my
face. This struck her with indigna
tion and me with the umbrella. Later
I awoke still riding.
Suddenly there was a great com
motion in the front end of the “Don
Quixote” and, with out changing the
speed much, the “Don” stopped.
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F. A.tTqxl he not at "thafinstant
overtaken one of the swiftest cows in
the community! There the cower
ing cow stood blushing from her
head to defeat. Her escutcheon was
spotted for had not the car butter ?
Simply because she had stopped to
low. She willingly consented to pay
the H. C. L. (High Cost of Lowing).
The Conductor, after milking her,
persuaded her to get off the track as
it was too muddy for the car to de
tour.
After giving “fifteen” for the
motorman and the car a crank, the
journey was resumed. We had not
been hurled thru many centimeters
before several of the occupants were
possessed of that contageous malady
“Slow Fever”. They were helped off
of the car so they would have suffi
cient time to recuperate between cars.
This left a few vacant seats. I had
my eye on a seat up in the front but
as some one sat on it, I sat down on
the rear end. Seated I buckled the
strap around my waist and awaited
results. This grew monotonous so I
decided to count- the cross ties. By
the way this is a popular pastime on
the way.
In fact the executives of the Inter-
urban Company are contemplating a
‘Fence-Post Counting Contest’ among
its patrons. as a means of promoting
friendleness and to ward off restless
ness. Lunch will be served to those
who forget to bring rations with
them. The winner of the “Fence-
Post Counting Contest” is to be
awarded a car-ticket; which he can
hand down to posterity as a memorial
of his prowess and patience; or if he
lives to a ripe old age he can use it
himself.
At last we reached the top of the
incline and ' began to decline.
The “Don Quixots” has quite a
reputation for speed down grade and
soon we passed Wilson’s fourteen
points.
Nautically speaking there was a
“knot” for every passenger and some
had two or three.
As we gyrated hither and thither,
I was thoroughly convinced that one
must have his ups and downs. Not
only the thought jarred me.
Memories of “fish” days returned
and I couldn’t resist standing up and
looking over them. This filled me
with good spirits. Not the 2.75 %
kind.
Suddenly my mental aberrations
were interrupted by some one who
discovered that he had been counting
the same post. We had reached the
creek that separates Bryan and Col
lege. Getting out his monkey-
wrench and a helper, the motorman
finally opened the door and, with a
tape, gauged the depth of the water
in the creek.
Carefully recording his data, he
crawled aboard and clutched the
clutch. Slowly but surely the “Don
Quixote” bridged the chasm. Peer
ing over the side, my horrified gaze
beheld- fifteen feet below me the
yawning abyss. I yawned too, why
not ? Cold beads of prespiration
formed on my brow, and as the car
was already crowded I swept them
from my forehead to the gurgling
torrent below. Twenty minutes later
the danger zone was safely crossed
and all eased back into their winter
clothes.
But, dear reader, this was not the
end of our excitement. The motor-
man pulled out a red hankerchief and
blew his whistle. This meant he was
striking. He decided to strike, even
if he was at the head of the car, on
the grounds that his little son though
V««v '*■;«. .. L-:Jtsg-Ahe^last time,
he was home. This caused~ - ’rnuch
comment from a personal standpoint.
Two hours later all else was for
gotten as the spires of peaceful Bry
an towered in the distance. Just be
yond this the clear cut vista of Bench-
ley was silhoutted against a sun-
kist horizon. Breathlessly we watch
ed another dying “day-go.”
Drawing up beside the magnifi-
cient terminal we made way for the
next generation.
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AGGIES SHUT OUT THE BAY-
LORITES IN A FAST GAME
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ball. Henderson was in trouble but
in one inning, when an error, a hit
batsman and a scratchy hit filled the
bases with one man down, but the
next man, heavy hitting Hank Wil
son, hit .to the box and Henderson
threw to Crawford who doubled to
Dyer and retired the side without a
score.
In the fifth Crawford, first up, hit
for three bases to left and scored
when Henderson hit for two bases to
center. This finished the scoring of
the inning as Henderson was out at
third and the next two were easy outs
from short to first. In the sixth Hig
ginbotham lived on an error at first,
stole second and came all the way
around on the out from pitcher to
first. No more scoring was done un
til the eighth when Higginbotham
came up with two out, was safe at
first on an error, stole second and
scored when Alexander hit for three
bases to left.
The Score:
R H E
A. and M. 000 Oil 01* 3 6 4
Baylor 000 000 000 0 3. 3
Batteries: A. and M.—Henderson
and Crawford; Baylor—Dawson, Tan
ner and Weathers.
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