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MISS GLADYS BATES
President Sophomore Class C. I. A.
It has been the custom fox' yeai's
to have something from C. I. A. in
every class edition of The Battalion.
One night some weeks ago the ed
itor of this edition was stretched out
puzzling over what he could could do
to fill up the pages. He went to
sleep puzzled. And in the night
there came to him a dream—no not
one fair of face and form. He saw
a heaven that had inscribed on it
in flaming letters, ‘^Completed Soph
omore Edition.” And from this
heaven there descended a ladder. On
this ladder there were ten bright
angels whose names were the names
of ten colleges of Texas. And as
they came down they sang, each of
the deeds of the Sophomores of that
college. And in the morning the ed
itor woke, and knew not what to
make of his dream. So he told his
room-mate. And his room-mate be
thought h’mself in this manner:-
“You darn fool, it means you ought
to make the Sophomores of the col
leges of Texas wi'ite The Battalion!”
That sounded like divine inspiration.
And the more he thought of it,
the more and more he liked the idea.
He even began to reason out that it
was his duty to the collegiate world
to keep A. and M. in touch with the
other colleges in Texas. He himself
had been to high school with many
of the men and women who had been
perverted from, the true path so far
as to choose another school over A.
and M.—that is, the men had gone
astray: the girls didn’t have much
chance to do the right thing. Never
theless the editor still felt an inter
est in them. And despite many bat
tles on the athletic field there was
still a sort of brotherly feeling to
ward them. So, considering all
things, he sat down and dictated to
his private steno, furnished by the
Sophomore Class for the occasion,
a letter to ten of the colleges of Tex
as. He told them to write of any
thing and everything; and they did
as he said. And so, yith the great
est of pleasure, we present this page
to the Sophomore classes of Texas.
’22
TEXAS UNIVERSITY
The Sophs at Texas University
were so occupied with their own
troubles, and their time was so taken
up with settling their own diffculties
that they were unable to send a pre
pared article recounting their recent
activities, and so they sent us a few
newspaper clippings from which we
gather that the Sophs and Fish have
been waging a small war between
themselves over in Austin, and that
some 470 men are casuals as a re
sult of this conflict. Men from all
classes Seniors, Juniors, Sophomores
and Freshmen are numbered among
the fallen, and to the Special Dis
cipline Committee goes the honor
of wrecking the happiness of these
young men.
It seems that it was all brought
about by the Frosh Reception and
the attempt by the Sophs to carry
off the president of the Freshman
class, an annual affair. The fight be
gan on the evening of March 1 at the
K. C. Hall. It seems that the hall
was guarded by a number of Fresh
men and that the Sophomores, in a
formation, attacked the hall. They
evidently did this in a stragetical
manner, for the first attack was
made from the second story of an
adjoming building. This contest was
successful,, and the Sophs got inside
of their objective, when the fight was
waged more furiously and fiercely
than ever. All the improved and
latest implements of class warfare
were in evidence and the conflict is
said to have been of a somewhat
For centuries, more or less, there
has existed a close kinship between
C. I. A. and A. and M. We don’t
know just how it started, unless it
be that our antecedents in this race
of life thought that a farmer couldn’t
consider his equipment complete with
out a cook for a wife. However, both
schools have passed the stage of turn
ing out only cooks and farmers. So
that we suggest that a Chemical En
gineer needs a certificated dietetian
to regulate his calories per day. How
ever that may be, the fact remains
that we still claim to be—what is it?
Brothers and Sisters ? Cousins ? Or
no real kin at all, jus—you know—
just rather intimate-er-FRIENDS.
By whatever name you may call it,
the feeling is there!
Miss Gladys Bates is President of
the C. I. A. Sophomores—our partic
ular kin. We really haven’t had the
pleasure of knowing Miss Bates since
sanguine nature. The end of the
fight saw the Sophs in possession of
the hall and the Freshmen all hog-
tied and carried away in trunks to
secluded places for safe-keeping.
Since the president of the Freshman
Class had been forcibly detained,
President Bob McClendon of the
Cophomore Class led the grand
march of the Frosh Reception.
’22
RICE INSTITUTE
The Class of ’22 has had “hell to
pay” ever since it landed at Rice.
The S. A. T. C. interfered at fii’st
but things did certainly hum in the
Spring of 1919 when we became un
governable, and some how it looked
like we just got in the way every
time the Class of ’21 tried to da
anything like giving a dance or play
ing a pi’actical stage joke on the
’22s when they had a theatre party.
Just between you and me it looks
sort ’o like some of this year’s Jun
iors havn’t gotten over it yet. Oh,
boy! Say, when we were Freshmerr
her infant days and so we find it dif
ficult to pull anything about what her
mother said when the first tooth ap
peared. We are sorry we can’t tell
you all about how she led her class
all through school, and finally de
cided, since A. and M. was not co-ed,
to go to our nearest kin. But we do
know that she is the most popular
girl in the Sophomore Class. And
from her likeness and from graphi
cally illustrated accounts in mildly
eloquent ravings—we heard this first
hand—we surmiss that she is rather
good looking. She is the head of our
band of sisters, and that alone would
make us appreciate her kindness in
consenting to have her picture on
this College Page. Through her we
thank the Sophomore Class for their
write-up and send to them the very
best wishes that this brotherly af
fection can send from this desert
where no feminines are.
we dared challenge the whole rest
of the school to a track meet and as
luck would have it they went and
beat us, but it was by a very small
margin; wonder what would have
happened if we had won the thing??
Nothin’ I guess. However, we went
the whole year through without
many more of our class getting
thrown into the bayou than axxy
other class before us, pretty good,
don’t you think?
As Sophomores the Class of ’22
is known as the best class for work
ing together. Some characteristic,
I say. When a movement starts the
whole class backs it and it does look
as if we had some real capable men
and women too. The Sophs literal
ly walked off in class football last
fall. They’ve got more men on the
varsity football and track teams than
all the other classes put together but
they wont let the letter men par
ticipate in the class games, so the
rest of the class jumps in and goes
right ahead with the work. The
Soph issue of the Thresher was judg
ed the best of all and we know darn
well that the Soph issue of The Bat
talion will be the best, so send us
several copies, will you? I don’t
guess the other classes like to hear
all about us but, gee, that’ a shame,
cause look what they will miss—
ahem! Incidentally, the Sophs darn
neai' pushed the other classes olf
their seats in the Mess Hall when
this overall movement started and
the president had called a meeting
of the class to arrange for the den
ims before the President of the stu
dent body could call for a discus
sion; say, it took wonderfully and
now we are regular Hirams. We lost
the class ti'ack meet to the Juniors,
but pretty soon we will pull the
Freshman Tug-’o-War team into tin:
bayou.
But the fellows are not in it when
it comes to the ladies. The female
’22s just can’t help winning debates,
it looks like and they always boost
the rest of the class no matter what
they do. Bet. a doliai’ they will Da
the fii'st to appear in aprons. Oh,
by the wav. the Sophs axe giving an
overall and apron dance soon—straw
on the scenery, hick music, and
favors of corncob and snuff-boxes.
Best of luck with that papeia
’ 2 2
BAYLOR COLLEGE
The Sophomore class is the best
class in Baylor College this year.
Everybody says so, and all the other'
organizations wonder where they get
all their spirit and unity. The most
representative girls, the most pop
ular girls, and the girls who hold
the most responsible offices in Bay
lor are Sophs. Among them are the
president of the Athletic Association,
president of the Oklahoma Club,
College Yell Leadei’, Business Man
ager of the College paper, half the
Student Government Council and
half the Y. W. A. and B. Y. P. U.
In the fall the Sophs began the
fun with a get-acquainted-breakfast
on the creek. At Hallowe’en,
Thanksgiving and every other holi
day they had a party. Not long be
fore Christmas, President Fannye
Mae Witten was called home and
Hazel E. Sturgeon was elected in her
place.
The winter term was mapped out
into a program of five two-week pex’-
iods. During the first two weeks,
the Sophs raised two hundred dol
lars for their scholarship girl. At
the end of the second week, they
presented their class play, Vanity
Fair, a beautiful mixture of poetr;y,
music, folk dancing, and costumes,
all composed by members of the
class assisted by the physical direc
tor, Miss Ovillo Wood, the Class
Sponsor, Miss Lera Mae Thackeray,
the Vocal director, Miss La Verne
Askin. In addition to the class
play, they gave the best minstrel
show that Baylor-Belton has ever
seen.
In the third period on St. Valen
tine’s Evening, the Sophs gave the
most brilliant reception of the col
lege yeax-. At the end of the foux-th
two weeks the Sophs’ edition of The
United Statements with the literai’y
supplement appeared. Some of the
teachers wondered if the Sophs
could really put out such a fine pa
per. In the last two weeks of the
winter term, they headed a series of
mass meetings making plans for the
spring term’s work, and getting to
gether on yells and songs.
During the first four weeks of the
new term, every Sophomore spent
all her energies and ingenuity to
money-making for the class. (They’ll
be Juniors next year, you know.) All
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