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THE BATTALION
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C. A. WENDT
COTTON
COANS
REAL ESTATE
ROOM 3 CENTRAL STATE HANK BUILDING
SIIEHMAIN, TEXAS
SWIMMING
We have heard a whole lot here
lately about that good old sport,
swimming. Perhaps what has at
tracted our attention along these
lines is the fact that warm weather
and consequently swimming time, is
almost upon us. It has been brought
to our attention time and again that
swimming is not a head-line event
in A. and M. athletics.
In fact, as far as we have been
able to ascertain, this wondrous
sport, this most exhilerating athletic
exercise has not been given so much
as a single thought by the athletic
officials of the College. Just why
this deplorable state of things ex
ists we do not know. Certainly it
cannot be that swimming as a sport
is considered unworthy. We believe
that everyone will concede the great
advantages swimming possesses as
the producer of healthy and strong
muscled bodies. For this one reason
alone we think it would be profitable
to the athletic department of the
College to perfect some sort of or
ganization along the swimming line.
There is absolutely no end to the
good it could do the cadet corps as a
whole.
We also believe that much inter
est would be taken in intercollegiate
aquatic contests and carnivals. In
the north all of the big schools cen
ter much amusement and attraction
around their swimming contests. In
fact, these are made annual demon
strations, and draw attention from
all parts of the country. We have
with us right now some of the best
all-round swimmers in the state and
possibly in the southwest.
Why not step out now and put
swimming on the map at this Col
lege?
YO, HO! JUNIORS!
When you’ve bats in your belfry that
flut,
When your comprenez-vous rope is
cut,
When there’s nobody home
In the top of your dome—
Then your head’s not a head—but
a nut.
There are belfries whose bats are so
flutty,
With walls built so largely of putty,
Where the gloom is so dense
And the void so immense—
Well, in that case, you’re not even
nutty.
ed and homogeneous collection of
young musicians. The largest
crowd (mostly on the outside) that
ever attended a concert was there
to get a glance at Paul Vance, the
drummer. A demonstration was
given the band such as was never
seen before in the annals of A. and
M.
The following program was ren
dered :
1. The March of the Bolsheviks.
2. Cornet Solo—Grand Rushing
Fanatic by Slew Foot Parish.
3. The Waltz of the Simps—
Featuring E. P. McNair.
4. Clarinet Solo — Solenoid
Armature—Flim Flam Cochran.
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A. AND M. BAND CONCERT
The A. and M. Military Band made
its appearance in Guion Hall Tues
day evening, under the auspices of
the S. O. L. Club. Forty Aggies
made up this band of skillful, talent
5. The Ford in the Garage—
Cranked by Paderewski Fischer.
Intermission—Ten minutes of re
constructive rest.
6. Excerpts from Pfeuffer Hall.
7. Test-Tube Solo — Shorty
Bucahn.
8. Foundry Music—Blacksmiths
(Dockum, Bass, Keen Rolltop).
9. Vocal Solo—Hang the Ice Out
To Dry—Caruso Crawford.
10. Harmonized Discords—The
Band.
Every number on the program was
rendered in a style that would have
made Sousa give up all his medals
and retire forever in disgrace. The
solos were altogether out of the oi*-
dinary. Flim Flam Cochran gave
his soul to his solo. The notes that
soared from his gob-stick were as the
birds that sing on high. The audi
ence arose in clamorous tumult at
the end of this solo. Mr. Cochran
was given a building, brick by brick,
in appreciation of his wonderful
work of the night.
Caruso Crawford with his vocal
solo was the hit of the evening. The
way he trilled high C was a delight
to all dogs in the neighborhood, judg
ing by the howl they raised. Shorty
Buchan with his test-tube solo
brought tears into the eyes o fthe
audience as he executed so well the
beautiful scents of the Kapp’s Gen
erator.
The program was exceedingly
well disorganized and discords re
sounded and reverbrated from the
stately portals of the hall. Those
who missed the concert were de
prived of the greatest mistreat of
the season.
The S. O. L. Club and the Band is.
extremely grateful to Ike Ashburn
and D. B. Milner for their services
as ushers and program boys, for
without their help it would have been
impossible to seat the enormous
crowd of ten people who attended
the concert.
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