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
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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
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Before a few of your numerous girl
friends.
* * *
And when the memorable day arrived
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Didja heartbeats quicken
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And your fingers tremble
As you untied the dainty ribbons
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About the package which proved
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That they had not forgotten.
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And didja face register
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Dismay, chagrin, and disappointment
* * i'fi
In rapid succession
❖ ❖ ❖
As you found within the package
* * * ,
A chalk box
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On which was lettered
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HOPE CHEST
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And which contained only
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Certain garments made of the
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Fine linen which our T. E. mill
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Manufactures for dish towels
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Inscribed with letters big and red:
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TROUSSEAU FOR A TYPICAL
COLLEGE BOY.
Hi Hi * •
Say, Bo, Didja ?
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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
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A J. WALDROP HO.
BRYAN AND COLLEGE
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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.”