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About The Battalion. (College Station, Tex.) 1893-current | View Entire Issue (April 11, 1928)
T H JH BATrAJLiOM a Finds Right Tobacco for the Tropics October 6, 1926 Larus & Bro. Co. Richmond, Va., U. S. A. Gentlemen: Most all well-known tobaccos smoke well in a cold or temperate climate, but very few in a tropical climate. They are mostly too heavy, don’t seem to be blended right — at least that is my opinion gained from practical ex- . perience. However, Edgeworth is the same in any climate. Again that is my opinion gained by practical experience. I cannot get the same pleasure out of any brand of tobacco that I can out of Edgeworth, and I have tried many — and paid fancy prices, too. It costs real money to smoke imported tobaccos here; the import duty is very high. Anyway, we cannot have everything we would like in these countries, so we hold on to all the little pleasures possi ble. Now you know why I smoke Edgeworth. Yours respectfully, ' R. C. Rigg Cartagena, Columbia, S. A. Edgeworth Extra High Grade Smoking Tobacco PLAY WRITTEN BY STONE (Continued from Page 1) University in 1926. He held a teach ing fellowship at Southern Methodist University in 1926-27 and received his M. A. degree from S. M. U. in August 1927. He came to A. and M. as in- strutcor in English last fell. Mr. Stone has written a number of one-act plays and is now at work on a three-act play. He was awarded judges’ decision on his one-act play, “Drusa,” in Waco Little Theatre con test in 1926, this being his first effort in that line. Mr. Stone has also writ ten a number of short stories. SAY, BO ! Say, Bo, Didja * * Ever so feel the importance of your * * * Approaching twenty-third birthday * * * That you let the date slip * * * Before a few of your numerous girl friends. * * * And when the memorable day arrived * ❖ ❖ Didja heartbeats quicken * * * And your fingers tremble As you untied the dainty ribbons * * * * About the package which proved ❖ * That they had not forgotten. * * * And didja face register * * Dismay, chagrin, and disappointment * * i'fi In rapid succession ❖ ❖ ❖ As you found within the package * * * , A chalk box :{: * >|i On which was lettered * * * HOPE CHEST * * * And which contained only H: :Jc * Certain garments made of the * * * Fine linen which our T. E. mill * * * Manufactures for dish towels * * * Inscribed with letters big and red: * * * TROUSSEAU FOR A TYPICAL COLLEGE BOY. Hi Hi * • Say, Bo, Didja ? * * * JOHN J. BROWN DID ! ! ! MEDITATIONS. I sat beside my fire one winter’s night, When lo, a mystic stranger appeared before me. There was something about the sight Of this spectre which filled me with fright. As a ghostly arm went into the air I felt a strange sensation in my hair; The vision spd, “I am your thoughts personified.” “If such you are, tell me,” I cried, “Why I am sitting alone and blue, And then I will believe that it is true.” The spectre gave a mournful nod, ‘“Tis due to the path you have trod, Consider, we travel this way but once, And you are acting like a dunce. Look back o’er the road which you’ve come, What are your regrets ? How’ve you played the game ? Admit it, ’tis not what you did and blundered, Over which you’ve so often paused and wondered, But what you have failed to do Is the thing which is now making you blue. The girl you meant to call, the let ter you meant to write, Those are the things you will think of tonight. So hitch up your belt, brace up, Old Pal, And go out to face life, and your gal, At the time, at the adventure you may shy, But later your thoughts will raise to the sky While a life that is misspent is bad, I, for one, would be extremely glad To have that instead of one which is blank For which you have no one but your self to thank.” So saying the spectre dropped from sight. Leaving me thinking far into the night. A distinctly spring note It used to be ^ the robins § but now its | the Braeburns which | announce Spring. Ne^w Braeburns of Horizon Blue Gray and Varsity Gray k A J. WALDROP HO. BRYAN AND COLLEGE i -"•I* From which there could be but one decision. That my life was in grave need of revision. Often I’ve realized that if I had taken the dare. My life might be much easier to bear, And after thinking it over well, I have decided to let fear of error, go to Hell. A PLEA FOR POWER Anxiety was written on his counte nance; his fists were clinched till they shone a ghastly gray; his face flushed, then quickly paled; a miserable, help less look shone in his tear dimmed eyes; then suddenly he found his voice and in a half-crying tone he pleaded: “Don’t leave me now—now when I need you most; think of how much depends on your faithfulness at this time of all times. If you go I’ll be a failure; my whole future may be al tered; and my life will never be the same. Hear me—and for God’s sake heed—don’t go—-don’t leave me!” But his beseeching was to no avail. The blast died down and his fire went OLit; so the freshman closed his forge, turned in his unfinished exercise and left the shop—a failure. “How do you suppose a fellow with two wooden legs can walk?” “He just lumbers along.”
