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When one stands on the beach and
looks upon the rolling: waves, he lit
tle realizes that there is an under
current beneath the surface. On the
surface, the affairs of a college seem
to move in one direction, but if one
will go into the depths he will find
that there is an undercurrent. Each
student forms a definite opinion con
cerning every question concerning
the college in general long before the
question has been given to the out
side world in the newspapers. The
outside world is told those things that
the college authorities and students
(?) want it to know.
A great man comes to speak before
the student body. The papers say
his address was greatly enjoyed by
all, but the student’s opinion says it
was a sore disappointment. If you
would get the students’ ideas, go
mingle with them. You will see that
the undercurrent flows and that there
is a “student wireless” more power
ful than that of Marconi. A message
may be filed in Milner Hall, and in a
very, very short time, all the “stu
dent wireless” stations on the cam
pus are in operation. All messages,
be they ever so frivolous, terminate
in the “bull pen”. If you would know
the true meaning of the term, go to
your dictionary, and you will find
that the word “bull” comes from a
Latin word “bulla” which means
“anything rounded by art.” The word
“pen” is a “small enclosure.” The
questions which concern the college
are '‘rounded by art” of the student’s
-°$rsi e ’ year men’
the Airdome.
One week later ^ tBj es 0: f “Bat-
rfi p 1 ' ^ it t a/sd, the bull
pen.” Even the sayiiig and news of
the College’s greatest daily do not
escape the sharp censorship of the
artists. Through long observation
one comes to realize that there are
mediums which transmit the wireless
waves better than others. These
mediums are known as “bull artists”
because of their quick and easy re
sponse to the decisions of the “bull
pen.” Every company has one or
more official “bull artists”. They
are not recorded as such in the Com
mandant’s office, but in the minds of
the students they have deeply engrav
ed their titles. It may seem some
what strange, but of late it has been
discovered that a large number of the
professors are septic, and transmit
the waves as readily as students. Due
to this fact, several very fine courses
in “hullartism” are now found in the
College curricula. Records in the of
fice of the Registrar show that few
students have failed to pass the
courses.
Would it belittle you, dear reader,
to come with me and sit in at a reg
ular Saturday night meeting of the
censors? No! Well, come and we
will proceed to the most septic at
mosphere for the propagation of this
strange phenomenon.. . We stop; we
enter. Yes, it is Milner Hall, dear
reader. We feel our way to a comer
room, and enter without knocking.
The light of the 200 watt globe is
somewhat dimmed by the excess of
tobacco smoke, but after our eyes
have become accustomed to the light,
we are able to make out the occupants
of the “pen”. A Cadet Fish stands
in the middle of the room, and seems
to be delivering a lecture on the “Sim
ilarity of Chemistry and Hades.” A
Senior from the corps has the seat of
honor. He is sitting in the swivel
chair with his natural supports rest
ing gracefully upon the mahogany
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table top. Semi-occasionally he draws
a vast amount of smoke from a worn
out piece of well rope. As in the days
of Nero, a Junior from the Sons of
Rest is reclining on the regulation
couch. A sergeant is mounted on a
trunk in the comer. A Soph from
the corps is resting on the other bed.
On the walls of the room are vast
and sundry collections of paper and
cloth. One side of the room resem
bles a rogues gallery at a glance, but
upon close observation we see it is
a collection of the world’s most fam
ous and beautiful movie queens and
dancers. On another side of the
room rests the spoils of war and
otherwise. From a strip of moulding
near the ceiling is hung pennants
from most of the colleges in Texas.
A Baylor skull cap is suspended by
Baylor ribbons. Ah! There is one
of those orange and white overseas
caps. Here is a Baylor arm band,
and a Texas one is hung over a small
card reading, “A. and M. 7—Texas 0.”
On a third side of the room we see
the “home sector” so to speak. Here
is a picture taken when in high school,
another of the annual picnic of the
high school. Yes, and here is the old
fish company picture. In the center
of a group of fair “chickens” is the
“only one.” This, dear reader, is the
atmosphere in which the wireless
waves operate most successful, but
let us break in on the meeting.
“Hi, men’ don’t let us interrupt.”
“Have a seat,” says the Senior of
ficer, and we make ourselves comfor
table on a trunk.
“Well, how did you like that movie,
tonight?” I question in hope of get
ting the machine to working once
more.
“That was pretty good, but say did
you see that one last Wednesday?”
comes from the bed.
“No, how ’bout it?”
“Well, boy, I tell you I have seen
some rare ones in my time but never
did I see one equal to “The Very
Idea.”
And thus the wireless
is started to operate. From movies
the censors pass to the feats of the
College Dramatic Club, stages, scen
ery, and to the College’s building
program. The stadium to be con
structed at Kyle Field is a topic that
one must not miss
“Say, did you see that picture of
the grandstand they are going to.
build ? It didn’t look much like what
I would have expected,” remarked
the Casual Senior, who had drifted
in unnoticed.
“Naw, that thing is a ‘punky’ as
those seats, we had to sit on in Waco”
comes from the Soph,
“Say, men,, don’t talk about that
thing that way, don’t you know that
some freshman architect spent many
long hours' drawing that thing,” says
the Sergeant.
“Well, it will keep the rain off, I
guess, but if I was running things I
would see that nothing went up un
less it had some artistic beauty about
it,” concludes the Senior officer.
In the process of the discussions
which follow we learn that one stu
dent in the assembly had knocked
“Wheezy” a deadly blow. “Cueball”
was still putting out the little ole
quizzes. “Notion” was still with us,
and we would long remember him
when we came to minister to the ig
norant. The “Ball” was still rolling,
and “science is exacting”. The fu
ture geologist of the United States
have been taking some excursions
down*the rivers near the College for
the purpose of observing the great
works of nature. And so conclusions
and news items were set off into space
at the regular meeting of the “So
ciety of-the Golden Bull.”
This, dear reader, is the life
at A. and M.
WE WONDER IF—
Prof. McDonald is drumming for
Sears, Roebuck and Co.
“Reg” Walker is a representive of
“Cheatem”
There are wild women in Georgia
We will ever get our 18 bucks for
uniforms.
The old spirit will ever return.
Sbisa will start serving ice cream.
“She” will come as promised.
The price of Bryan movies will
ever get back to 15 cents.
The “profs” ever went to college.
Pa will send that check before the
R. V.
The corps will buy Gov. Ross a
straw hat.
We will ever go home?
AIN’T IT A GRAND AND GLOR
IOUS FEELING
A cadet was gloomy and sad
He had tasted the Commandant’s
will,
This was why he was feeling bad,
Because he had to drill.
A,smile lit up the student’s face,
He tasted an Ehlinger pill.
This was why he was feeling good
Because he had to drill.
JUNIOR BANQUET WEEK.
The Junior Banquet’s very near,
Ye Sophomores,—beware!
We feel it in the atmosphere,
And also in the air.
Wild running to and fro we see,
Excitement everywhere;
Autos racing secretly
In the wild goose chase to share.
Dame Rumor holds her sceptred sway
’Midst the excited throng,
Classes and drill and all give ’way
To help the cause along.
Gone Fish tranquility,—Ah me!
For shelter they do seek
To climb the woodland oaken tree.
Lest Sophies vengeance wreak.
Wildly they're rushing to and fro.
The cars from Bryan town.
Confused, not knowing where to go—
Just racing up and down.
On guard they stand at every gate.
Inspecting passers by,
For hours and days they sit and wait.
Resolved to do or die.
Oh, sleep, though ’tis a gentle thing.
Beloved by Seniors—Fish,
All night long they’ll challenge fling.
Till Juniors serve the dish.
It’s good it comes but once a year.
This Sophomore-Junior fight;
The Fish would pass away, I fear,
In pell-mell wild-eyed flight.
The rest of us would nutty be.
If this come twice a year,
The Bull might lose his dignity
And get on his pink ear.
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