The Battalion. (College Station, Tex.) 1893-current, November 26, 1924, Image 9

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    Long years ago, before that cruel
sophisticated person shattered our be
lief in the funny little fat gentleman
with the red and white fur coat, the
frost-covered beard, and the bulging
sack, we used to be good children all
through the year, mind our parents
explicitly, wash our faces regularly,
and lie awake on Christmas Eve lis
tening for the jingle of the sleigh
bells. Our first efforts at composition
were letters to Santa Claus evolved
only after much painful thought and
chewing of pencils. The puzzling
thing was that our parents always
took it upon themselves to see that
the letters were mailed. We are just
now beginning to suspect that most of
them had their final resting place in
the dead letter office, and we have
heard some of the coldly-calculating
engineers of the college remark that
they were not even mailed. Alas,
that with education should come dis
illusionment!
Our childish hopes were first threat
ened when that accursed scientific
attitude gained a foothold in our rea
soning processes. We found our
selves wondering by what queer freak
of nature a man some several feet in
diameter could worm his way down
a soot-covered chimney only two feet
square, and yet be as free from dirt and
soot as the pictures represented him
to be. Little by little fallacies arose,
until we finally arrived at the heart
breaking decision that Santa Claus
was one of those things often talked
about, but never seen—like the Ein
stein theory.
With college has come a new faith!
in the existence of Santa Claus. That |
marvelous invention, the radio, was
the cause of our new hopes and, in
cidentally, the cause of our deciding to
write a letter to Santa Claus again
and make up for lost time. While we
were listening to the customary bed
time story the other night, we heard
once again the wonderful news that
there is still a Santa Claus who heeds
letters from deserving boys and girls.
Witness the proof of the revival of
our faith:
December 17, 1924.
(Two more days).
Dear Santa Claus:
We don’t want so very much for A.
and M.—not more than you can car
ry with your fresh string of rein
deer. Maybe, as you go through De
troit, Mr. Henry Ford will let you
have a Ford to haul some of our
things to us in. On your way down
from the North, please se if you can
find us a great big library at some of
those Eastern schools that have an
extra one. You can put it in that va
cant lot just north of our Main Build
ing and we will move it wherever is
best.
Oh, yes, Santa, we sure do wish
you could slip a few more chairs into
the room where the Discipline Com
mittee meets, so if we ever get some
student representatives on the com
mittee they will have a place to sit.
Please don’t forget this, Santa Claus.
If there are any great big igloos
up there around the North pole,
please bring us the biggest one you
can find. We need it for an Armory
for “Satch” Hyland. And also bring
along about one hundred little igloos
that we can use for dormitories un
til some are built. Don’t forget to
put in each igloo at least three great
big fur-lined coats and several stoves.
As you go by Austin you might stop
and visit the State Legislature and
tell it that you left us some new
buildings, and that we hope our leg
islature will be as generous and con
siderate as you were. This is not
asking too much of you, is it, Santa?
Now Santa Claus, there are just a
few more things we want. Please
leave about a thousand train-loads of
new and better food in the rear of
Sbisa Hall—that big building with the
smoke coming out of the chimney. Mix
up the kinds of eats and be sure there
is variety. You needn’t go to any
great trouble to find any breaded veal
chops or potatoes a la onion to bring
us. We already have plenty of that.
And now Santa, we want you to
bring us those things which don’t cost
a cent, but are nevertheless the hard
est to obtain. We think maybe that
if you leave for us the spirit of har
mony between all the students here
now, and among us and the ex-stu-
dents too, that will be one of the best
presents you can give us. We want
to maintain our newly-acquired po
sition as one of the recognized South
ern colleges, and we w T ant our mil
itary efficiency to increase. And
please leave us some more liberal
courses of study.
Finally, Santa Claus, you might
leave some popguns at the homes of
those Aggies who have been doing
their part to improve the college by
running around making all the noise
they can and keep some of the others
from doing anything at all.
And as a last wish, Santa Claus,
please leave just lots of happiness
and contentment at Aggieland.
Hopefully,
THE STAFF.