The Battalion. (College Station, Tex.) 1893-current, January 07, 1921, Image 6

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PATRONIZE
The EXCHANGE STORE
In the Main Building.
EVERYTHING REQUIRED
BY THE CADET
“At a Little more than cost”
R. K. CHATHAM, Manager.
WE WILL BE GLAD TO SUPPLY YOUR NEEDS IN
JEWELRY, WATCHES AND
DIAMONDS *
We are headquarters for all kinds of Col
lege Jewelry, R. V. Pins, T. Pins, Junior
Pins, Senior Rings, Two Year Rings, and
all kinds of Class Pins.
FINE WATCH REPAIRING A SPECIALTY
J. M. CALDWELL, Jeweler BRYAN, TEX.
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Welcome
TO STUDENTS
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—BY-
CHAS. HITCH
The Campus "1 ailor
Cleaning—Pressing—Repairing
Suits Made to Order. The
Same Old Stand
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E. F. PARKS & CO.
BRYAN’S BIG FURNITURE STORE
We carry an unusually large stock of high class fur
niture, rugs, draperies and household novelties.
We are large buyers of second hand furniture, such
as is used by the boys at A. and M.—desks, dressers, chif-
foneers, chifforobes, etc. If you have anything you want
to dispose of see us.
WE ARE ALSO PHONOGRAPH HEADQUARTERS
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Styleplus Clothes
Edwin Clapp Shoes
Bostonian Shoes
Stetson Hats
Webb Bros
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BRYAN, TEXAS
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tA’ perience enables us to offer you the
■jlr best in our line.
Conveniently Located in Masonic
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liently Located
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WM. B. CLINE, M. D.
Eye, Ear, Nose and Throat
Specialist
4th Floor City National Bank
Building, Bryan, Texas
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DR. A. BENBOW
DENTIST
Phones: Office 275, Res. 635
2nd Floor City National Bank
Building, Bryan, Texas
WANTED.
A cottage or an apartment on the
Campus for light housekeeping. Must
make arrangements before the holi
days. Major C. C. B. Warden, Staff
Box, Campus.
“GAME TO THE END”
or
‘Fish Bass Takes to the Woods. ,:
Turning back in the book of Time
for only a few sheets, one may find a
page that is blurred and blotted with
tears that gushed from my own eyes
with the inundating effect of a cloud
burst. And to think that the day
was Christmas eve!
While the remainder of the world’s
populace were rejoicing in and cele
brating another Happy Yuletide, I
was being plunged into the very
depths of utter abandon and it seemed
as if my mind, reeling and tottering
upon its throne of sanity, would
loosen from its moorings and that I
would float helplessly down the rapids
of mental disruption into the mael
strom of Apostasy.
Had not my best girl been given
(in matrimony) as a Christmas pres
ent to some guy who had a few oil-
wells in his back-yard in place of
shade trees ? If I had not paid my
full tuition to Mr. Wipprecht, prob
ably I would have gone down the
above-mentioned rapids to Apostasy,
but as that was out of my way, I
decided that I could find solace and
balm on a hunting trip and also, prob
ably, a few squirrels. Anything to
shun and avoid the wiles and subtle
charms of perverse femininity.
I bought two boxes of shells at the
hardware store and on attempting to
pay, received my first shell-shock
since my discharge from the S. A.
T. C. I received my shell-shock in the
Mess Hall, but that is getting off the
subject because this is not a treatise
on poultry.
This paragraph finds me out in the
woods, but, as yet, I hadn’t found a
thing to shoot.
Try as I might I could not erase
the indellible mark that an untrue
woman had stamped upon my mental
machinery. Had I not known her for
three long weeks? Did she not tell
me with her own sweet voice that I
was a wonderful dancer? Had I not
been true to her from the very first
up to that dark, dank, doeful, dismal,
and dreary day when some other guy
commenced paying her board bill ?
Bah! Frailty, thy name is Woman!
I was on the point of losing my
mind then, luckily, I changed it. I
then sat down on a fallen tree. I was
so nervous and eschewed that I took
out my lunch and decided to end it
all. Between bites I would think of
the woman who had played me false,
but I didn’t have much time to think.
A lump was in my throat, but for
tunately, the brook wasn’t dry.
swallowed the lump in my throat
I was still sitting—or rather, I was
sitting still— when suddenly I heard
a swamp squirrel scamper from his
lair and pounce on a live peanut vine.
Quickly raising my gun I shot and
missed him; then I shot again and hit
him in the sameplace. When the
smoke cleared I missed him without
even pulling the trigger. Walking
over to the vine I searched, probably,
for thirty-one minutes and didn’t find
a dozen ripe peanuts.
I tried to forget how I missed the
untrue girl and the unknown squirrel
by plunging deeper into the dense
forest. I had not penetrated the
thicket very far before my eye stum
bled over some fresh rabbit tracks,
etc. This put me on my guard so I
quietly pulled a blind out of my hip-
pocket and hid behind it. I also
placed two easter eggs out in an open
glade as decoys. Then I pulled out my
rabbit-call and blew it. This grew
tiresome so I hung it up and let the
wind blow it. Suddenly I heard foot
prints and peering from behind the
blind, I saw a span of rabbits hop up
to the decoys. They did not linger
long because the decoys were hard-
boiled. However, when they heard
me listening they stopped and sat
down on their—oh, yes!^—haunches.
Something went wrong with my
gun and I could put the shells in the
magazine only periodically. I guess
that was because they were paper
shells. Twice the rabbits started off
and I had to call them back with my
rabbit-call. At last I fixed the gun
and fired into the air to see if it was
working right. It was, and when I
drew a bead on the rabbits they were
not there.
Again I gave a few blasts on my
rabbit-call and again the two rabbits
single-footed into sight with a neigh
bor rabbbit I had never seen before.
It was a shame to shoot them where
they were sitting but my aim was not
as good as my intentions. I killed
two of them and skinned the other
one. I later skinned the other two.
Quickly counting them, I stuffed
them into my pocket and hastened to
a nearby creek where I knew a few
ducks would be ducking. I reached the
creek about ten minutes ahead of
time and, without delay, pulled my
hip-boots out of my hip-pocket and
hid myself in them. I let myself
down into the water and waded out
to where my vest pocket would have
been if I had worn my vest.
While I was mimicking and imita
ting the ducks I slipped up on a log
and down on myself. When I came
up I looked like Jonah and for the
ducks. I found a few dead ones that
had laughed themselves to death when
I slipped down accidentally. I didn’t
fall down on purpose because the rab
bits were in my hip-pocket.
I was just about to leave when I
heard a duck quack under his (or
her) breath, and looking over my
shoulder on the left hand side, I saw
a whole covey of ducks paddling
around in the water. Stepping behind
a wild tamale bush I lifted my
trusty shot gun to my shoulder and
thirteen ducks bit the dust—I mean
fourteen because it was a lucky shot.
They bit the dust, however, because
it was a dusty creek. In fact it is so
muddy that, on a still day, duck-tracks
sometimes float for miles down the
creek.
Pulling off my hip-boots I found a
nice mess of fish, and stuck them in
my hip-pocket. One of them weighed
seven and a half pounds by his own
scales.
Now, gentle reader, do you suppose
by that time I was thinkifig about the
girl? Not on your life! I pulled a
match out of my hip-pocket, struck it
and lit out for home.
PIONEER CITIZEN
OWNS SOUVENIRS OF
EARLY TEXAS HISTORY
On the eve of the battle of San
Jacinto two soldiers of Sam Houston’s
forces visited the tent home of a pio
neer party camped unknowingly on the
border of the famous old field. With
them they brought lead and bullet
molds and sought a means of melting
the metal to prepare ammunition for
the morrow. Two young girls at the
pioneer encampment obtained an iron
bread spoon, melted and poured the
lead for these young Texans. One of
these girls was the grandmother of
Colonel J. B. Dunn of the Wheelock
vicinity, the community receiving its
name from her father. The spoon
had been brought along with other
household goods from the Illinois
home. Colonel Dunn now has the
spoon which played such an important
part in the early days when Texas
history was in the making. A sena
tor has stated that the old relic is
worthy of an honored place in a
museum but until the present time it
has remained as a valued family pos
session.
A few days after the battle of San
Jacinto, the family of Colonel Dunn’s
grandfather was visited by a wounded
soldier. With him he brought a
Sheffield knife, taken in the battle,
and which he had reason to believe
belonged to Santa Anna himself. The
knife with its shining double-edged
Changing the course of ±h<t brook'][ blade, engraved silver handle and sil
ver decorated scabbord, was of much
interest to Colonel Dunn’s father, a
mere youth at the time. Becoming
very friendly with the wounded
soldier, a wager was made between
the two, the soldier staking his knife,
the lad his rifle, the bet being that the
boy would not kill a sand-hill crane at
a considerably long-ranged shot. The
crane was killed, the lad won the
knife, and upon his death, it became
the property of Colonel Dunn. The
blade at this date is razor sharp and
has been used in other days to finish
up and skin many bear, deer, and other
large game. The handle is engraved
with the Mexican thistle. The firm
which manufactured the blade in old
England was incorporated 125 years
ago and it is supposed that the knife
must be very near a century and a
half old. The original leather scab
bard has been lost, the “new” ’one
being made thirty years ago.
Colonel Dunn is the father of Ross
Dunn, Senior Vet student at the Col
lege.
THE RIO GRANDE
VALLEY CLUB DANCE.
The Rio Grande Valley Club gave its
annual dance at Shary Pavilion on the
night of December 27, and everyone
pronounced it a great success. The
hall was beautifully decorated with
A. and M. colors and pennants besides
many scores of palms and the usual
holiday decorations. Everyone said
that the pavilion was the most beau
tifully decorated that it had ever been
and they had to admit that the
A. and M. boys had an eye for beauty.
The programs were very unique and
printed in maroon and white. Down
stairs those who did not dance played
forty- two and “hearts.” The music
was furnished by Stewart’s Orchestra
and it is said that more pep was
shown that night than ever before.
The A. and M. song was a big hit and
was received with cheers and much
applause and they enchored it so much
that the orchestra finally had to just
start in with the next number. The
dance broke up about two o’clock after
a most enjoyable time. Everyone
hoping that they would have an op
portunity to attend the one which the
club will give next year.
This dance and reception was given
in honor of the Senior Classes of each
of the Valley High Schools and thus
the club members were able to get
better acquainted with the High
School students and to urge them to
come to A. and M. next year. This
dance and reception did more good
than can ever be estimated in showing
the people that the A. and M. bunch
C. )ur
Special Prices
Continue
All Woolen Regulation Shirts are Reduced
BELOW COST. All Army Shoes at £7 1^
the one price
Then too, your Civilian Dress needs will re
ceive especial attention at prices far lower than
you expect.
Remember, you can’t pay us more than
$10.00 for any shoe in our store.
A pleasure to show you.
Brandon
& Lawrence
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BOYS! BOYS! BOYS!
Don’t spend all your money on the
Christmas Holidays. Save enough for
The Big Time Vaudeville
And Variety Entertainment.
MONPAy, JAM. IQ, 1921
The BIGGEST SHOW
OF THE YEAR!
Nothing so Gigantic and Diversified ever
staged at the A. & M College before.
WATCH THE BULLETIN.
Wit and Humor in Abundance
Grace and Beauty in Profusion.
Surrounded by Harmony, Elegance
and Refinement. .
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HOLMES BROS.
CALL ON
JAMES W. JAMES
REAL ESTATE
!* Post Office Block, Bryan
F. R. HANUS
At Boyett’s Store for
HAMBURGERS—The Juicy Kind
COLD DRINGS, CHEWING GUM,
CANDY, ETC.
Come Down, Boys, and Get
Acquainted
is a peppy crowd, that we are attend
ing a most wonderful college, and that
the club members want to help the
Valley. The Rio Grande Valley is a
strong A. and M. community now and
is pulling strong for A. and M.
666 quickly relieves a cold.
Think of the College Life Section
of the Longhorn and “snap” into it.
Mail all kodak snaps to Box 137.
Just because you are fat don’t be
ashamed to send your picture to the
College Life Editor, because he will
have it reduced if neces ry.