THE BATTALION
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R. V. BLUES
This is Sunday afternoon and she
left this morning. I havn’t had any
sleep for three days and I’m tired
and I can’t sleep as long as I’ve got
these blues. I took her down to the
station this morning but it wasn't
much use of my doing that, because
about fifty sack-holders gathered
around me and I couldn’t even see
her half the time. And the train
came and I didn’t get to tell her
something I wanted to and I could
n’t ride even to Bryan with her be
cause I didn’t have a blouse on and
that dear, darn, conductor got griped
and shoved the train off before it
got good stopped. And I was in
side trying to find my girl a seat
where there wasn’t any seats when
he started—I mean the train—and I
jerked the darn cord three times and
stopped the train and then took time
to tell her goodbye with a handshake.
By that time the conductor was cuss
ing and I can’t blame him; they get
in the habit of doing that every
time they take on cadets at College
Station, and I felt like saying some
thing myself. I got off the train and
looked back at the station. I saw a
whole drove of what looked like a
bunch- of German prisoners after
Pershing had licked them. There
was that same hungry look in their
eyes. Everybody had an arm around
somebody else—shows what state of
thinking they were in. I fell in be
side one about the size of my girl—
but lord, it didn’t satisfy any more
than Sbisa’s substitute steak does.
And then I thought of that doggone
ticket agent that didn’t have change
for that twenty spot she gave me to
buy her ticket with; and I had to
unpack my roll of ones and buy if
myself. And she lives in El Paso.
I wondered if she was pulling the
same thing on me that I tried with
a ten-spot on the conductor when
I rode in from Bryan one day. And
now I’ve got to write to my old man
for another installment on this uni
form Charlie Nitch is going to make
for me some day. But I’ve got to
get some sleep before I do that.
I didn’t have any breakfast this
morning and after the train pulled
out I went over to the Mess Hall to
feed. There never had been any
thing there except cush and some
body had cleaned every table of
that. So I filled up on ice water that
was .IN and came on down the Mil
itary Walk. The only person I saAv
was “Floppy” Hartung sitting on
a bench and he had about given up
hope of seeing even a calico skirt
pass in a Ford. He said he was go
ing to make the 3:15 train and then
go to bed for the night.
I came on down to this room, and
lord, it’s in a mell of a hess. So am
I, so we fit. I’m supposed to have a
theme for tomorrow, but I couldn’t
put two words together correctly if
my “C” in English depended on it.
I want to do something and I don t
know what it is. I’m tired and I
can’t sleep. I can’t move and I
don’t want to sit still. I see a cadet
taking his girl down now to catch
the south-bound H. & T. C. He looks
happy, doggone his soul; but in an
hour he’ll be just like me. This is
Sunday afterrcon and she left this
morning. An<t I’ve got the R. V.
blues. I quit.
’22
HEINIE WEIR
We feel that an account of the
Junior Banquet fight is incomplete
without a mention of the man whom
the Sophomores chose as their
“Chief of Staff”—“Heinie” Weir.
He had to aid him a staff of six men
and to them goes much credit. But
it was Weir who was responsible.
Carruthers as President of the class,
assumed, of course, an equal respon
sibility and together the two worked
out the organization that has won
the commendation of all who saw it
working. It was no easy job. They
had practically no system of organ
ization of former Sophomore classes
on which to base their own plans
Perhaps it was because they had to
work out the whole scheme from the
very bottom that it was so thorough
ly and uniquely planned. The Jun
ior Class always has the initial ad
vantage, they are in possession of all
the necessary knowledge on which
to base decisions. The Sophomores
must work “in the dark”, figurative
ly and literally, and lay plans up
on conjecture. Weir and Carruthers
developed a wonderful information
gathering organization and it is al
most unnecessary to say that we
knew more about the Banquet four
days before it came than did the
Junior Class. And right here let us
correct an impression the Juniors
have: The programs were not found
in a safe. You will never know
where we got them, but if there is
truth among men, we speak it when
we say they were not found in a
safe.
Weir showed himself to be a clean,
hard fighter in this class scrap as he
has on the athletic field. The con
fidence that the Class placed in him
was earned. He did all that man
could do and when the Goddess of
Luck brought his plans to naught, it
seemed, he took it like a man. No
one knows just how much time he
put in on the Banouet plans. It was
no easy thing for him to lose. But
we want him to know that the Soph
omore Class can appreciate the kind
of work he did and that his is the
type of man that we admire.
CAN YOU IMAGINE—
Us getting that eighteen in the
next week or so.
“Slim” James failing to meet his
class.
“Doc” Douglas forgetting to have
those cards on hand.
“Bobbie” Smith failing to ride his
wheel.
’22
EPITAPH
Tread easy, boys, here lies a Prof.
No more he draws his breath,
He never pulled an ancient wheeze,
And so was loved to death.
’22
Prof, of Chemistry: “I will now
take some hyhrochloric acid . . . . ”
Voice in Rear: “It wouldn’t be a
bad idea!”
’22
A mannish young lady namer Penn;
Had a room that resembled a den;
She knew where to scratch
When lighting a match,
She learned how by watching the
men.
There is nothing peculiar about Miss
Penn
Who learned to strike matches by
watching the men.
They now have boxes imported from
France,
And strike ’em on them instead of
their pants.
’22
The noon train Thursday was late.
Look what it had on it! ? !
’22
By the way, did you notice that
the cast of “Kitty” were Sophs? The
leading lady, too, is a Soph, even if
she did help entertain the Juniors
at their Banquet—but we furnished
quite a bit of entertainment our
selves.