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About The Battalion. (College Station, Tex.) 1893-current | View Entire Issue (May 13, 1920)
THE BATTALION 17 (©)(§) (§)(§) (D(i)®(i)(i)(D(i)#(i)(§)(§)©(®)(®)(i)®(§) (§) (§) (©) <§) (§) <§) (®) © PHONE COX & WORLEY FOR Service Cars (©) (§> (©) (§) DAV OR NIOHT. You sire also lnvil(^d <o Spend a Pleasant Hour BOWLING Phone 666 Phone 303 (§) (§) © (§) (g) © (§) ©©©©©©©©©(iKiKiKiKgjcgKgx©)©®©® (gxgx©) (§)@ SIS (§)(§)® (§)(®)(§)(§)(®)(§)® (§x§)® (gKi)®®® ® ® ® ® (D® ® (i) ODE TO ENTOMOLOGY. We loved you, litle sharp-eared wop, We Fish of Twenty-Three; And now, there in dog heaven Our thoughts do rise to thee. You owned the whole cadet corps. And ’twas your lawful right To choose your habitation, Both morning, noon, and night. Although you loved the seniors, The juniors, and the sophs, To “Twenty-Three’ you trusted The getting of your broths. And never did we fail you. Wee bit of dog flesh, you, ’Though often, in a “23” We shaved the hair off, too. You knew tho, why we did it, And bore it patiently; For a little fun you always had When the sophs were on a spree. All games played here you witnessed, And witnssed as a fan; You cheered our teams to vict’ry, Then licked the conquered hand. No game was played without you, And none shall ever be, For we know that in spirit You’re still with “Twenty-Three.” As our mascot, you traveled To Austin, and returned; And countless times, to Bryan, The steel rails ’neath you burned. Sad was the day when Prexy, In mood so grim and stern, • Gave out the dreadful mandate That all stray dogs should burn. We thought that you, poor doggie, Were free to come and go; But later we learned different,— And now we miss you so! No longer does your chubby form Bring peace to a heavy heart; No longer does your cheery bark Make the blues from us depart. You had too many masters, You pet of “Twenty-Three,” And not a one of us was there To see when they took thee. We’re told that you were murdered In cold blood, by a “vet,” But we haven’t got the evidence That will convict him, yet. So please forgive us, doggie. And forgive Prexy, too. We know he didn’t realize That they would murder you. Send down your spirit to us, Since we can’t come to you, For in this place of learning We need you; yes, we do. We loved you, little sharp-eyed wop, We Fish of “Twenty-Three,” And wish you, in dog heaven, The greatest joy that be. ’23 THE SPIRIT OF A. AND M. An iron pledge of national worth, A rock of strength and vim; Her honor bright The state’s delight Our dear old A. and M. Her boys of other years can tell What her glorious past has been She crowned them all within her halls As kings, in the world of men. A bugle summoned from her ranks A manhood young and bright. For a nation free In their loyalty They crossed the seas to fight. They nobly lived, and nobly died For God, for peace, and right. Bless those who rest On France’s breast— Dead comrades of the fight. Some fifty sons are resting there, Where skies with smoke were dim; As we close their seal. We love to feel They died for A. and M. For each golden star is set, A star no years can dim; Whose glow of love Dims those above In the halls of A. and M. The war is passed; the victory won Our hearts with joy are light The peaceful years Redeem our tears For those lost in the fight. We turn our thoughts to future years Forgotten is the strife We must prepare Before we dare To trust ourselves in life. The same old pep, the same old fire Inspire her now as then; A loyalty fine And love divine Still throngs her halls with men. The lusty yell, the proud hurrah Tell us the team has won. For who would hide The manly pride Or joy of work well done? Traditions in our history wrought An Alamo dark and grim; In the smoke was born, On an April morn The spirit of A. and M. This spirit is our heritage In it we work to win. A single star Shines forth afar— Our beck’ning light to men. DR. W. H. LAWRENCE % t DENTIST % •i* Residence Phone 658 . . ^ Office Phone 521 *!* % 4th Floor City Nat’l Bank Building ** ❖ BRYAN, TEXAS ^ ♦•*>♦ T ❖ □QO-'K-EI’T Ij » H T T ie: One call gets our Wagon—Phone 585 AMERICAN STEAM LAUNDRY DRY CLEANERS DYERS HATTERS