THE BATTALION
ii
JELLY BEAN EPITAPHS
Beneath this mound
Lies Henry Sound.
He died from unknown reason.
He tried to neck
On a rowboat deck
When it wasn’t necking season.
Here lies the body
Of hapless Johnny Parr,
His g-irl said, “Stop!”
But he merely stopped the car.
* * ❖
Pity the dust
Of Jimmie Shankel,
He stared too long
At a passing ankle..
sjc sic
A fresh cadet from Quanah,
Disdaining the scholarly maunah,
Neither goes near his books,
Nor into them looks.
So his profs say he’ll soon be a gaunah.
REGISTRATION
FOR FIRST TERM
NEARS 2400 MARK
Record Set for Total Registration for
First Term.
With a total up to date of approxi
mately 2400 students, we are steadily
gaining, year by year, over earlier
records, according to information giv
en out Tuesday at the Registrar’s of
fice. This shows a decided increase
over that made up to this time last
year.
Of the entire list, approximately
1000 are Freshmen, and 1400 are old
men. The latter figure also '"includes
graduate students.
As a matter of course, in the next
few months a number of those now
registered will drop out, for various
reasons, but also a corresponding
number will be taken in so that the
number will be kept at apporximately
the same mark. Then too, at mid
term, there will be a large number of
new men to register which will bring
the total for the year far past any
mark yet set. The total of last year’s
enrollment was 2499, and judging
from the increase already shown the
record of last year will be crushed
in defeat by the precedent set this
year.
THAT AGGIE SPIRIT
Many things about A. & M. and
the cadet corps have become note
worthy, but the most widely known
and celebrated thing about all Aggie-
land is that “Aggie Spirit.” Although
this Aggie Spirit is a very definite
PA-
is some
I ittle
cheer-leader
EVERY pipe i3 a Sunny Jimmy-
pipe when it*s packed with P. A.
The tidy red tin chases the blues
and how! Why, you feel bet
ter the instant you open the tin
and get that marvelous P. A.
aroma. Every chore becomes a
cheer, and you’re sitting on top
of the world.
Then you load up and light up.
That taste—that never-to-be-for-
gotten, can’t-get-too-much-of-it
taste! Cool as a cut-in from the
stag-line. Sweet as retaliation.
Mild and mellow and long-burn
ing, with a balanced body that
satisfies, right to the bctiom of
the bowl.
You find that P. A. never bites
your tongue or parches your
throat, no matter how often you
stoke and smoke. Get on the
sunny side of life with a pipe and
P. A. Buy a tidy red tin today and
make the personal test. Pipes were
born for tobacco Nke this.
P. A. is sold every
where in tidy red tins,
pound and half-pound
tin humidors, and
pound cry stal-glass
humidors with sponge-
moistener top. And
always with every bit
of bite and parch re
moved by the Prince
Albert process.
Fringe albert
—the national joy smoke!
© 1927, R. J. Reynolds Tobacco
Company, Winston-Salem, N. C.
thing, it is very hard to describe. To
begin with, you either have it or
haven’t it, and the only person who
can tell that is yourself.
Now just a word to the Fish: You
cannot be too ealy in getting that
Aggie Spirit. All of the old boys
have it, and before the year is over
every Fish must be heart and soul
behind the team. When you feel a
thrill at the sight of the team com
ing- on the football field; when you
feel that you would give anything to
be out there fighting with them, and
give your life even rather than see
them lose, then you have that Aggie
Spirit. Or, as one old Aggie, has put
it:
When there is a tingling in your spine,
And your heart beats with a thump:
When the flow of tears makes your
eyes grow dim.
And in your throat there’s a lump;
When your heart goes out to the team
that you love,
And your soul cries out to win,
You will be paid for all you have
spent,
For victory will come in the end.
The Co-ed’s Prayer
I want the men, I want the wine,
I want the lights that brightly shine,
I want the fun without the price,
I want to be naughty and yet to be
nice.
I want the thrill of a long-drawn kiss,
I want the things that “good” girls
miss,
Won’t someone give me some good ad
vice
On how to be naughty and yet be
nice ?
❖ *
Marie is an obliging girl
With really most delicious knees,
She sits up in the foremost row
To show off her abilities.
❖ * ❖
“Have you read the new book on
college-petting ?”
“No, what is it?”
“It is called ‘The Wanderer of the
Waistline.’ ”
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Helen: What are you knitting,
Alice?
Alice: Something to cheer up the
boys.
Helen: Why, the war was over
long ago.
Alice: This is a bathing suit for
me, my dear.
ijs *
Heard in the Bridal Suite
The bride was very much discon
certed at seeing twin beds in their
bridal suite.
“What’s the matter, dearest?”
asked the attentive bridegroom.
“Why, I certainly thought that we
were going to get a room all to our
selves.”
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“Ah. For forty years I have sought
you. Give me back my grandfath
er’s papers.”
“What papers?”
“Them cigarette papers.”
❖ * ❖
Student (at show): Say, can’t I
get in here on my face ?
Ticket Snatcher: Yes, get on your
all-fours, hold your ears up and have
someone lead you in.
* * *
“Did you go to the Follies?”
“Naw, I happened to pass by a
.girls’ tennis match and decided it
would be cheaper.”
* ❖ ❖
“They say that each kiss shortens
life three minutes.”
“What say, kid ? Let’s kill a
coupla years.”