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About The Battalion. (College Station, Tex.) 1893-current | View Entire Issue (Oct. 2, 1929)
THE BATTALION 5 ABEYANCE (Continued from Page 1) militant authority in exercising the basser vocal chords to warn all that “everything has gone far enough— this must stop right now." The juniors ask the assistance of the Fish, but before the Fish can cogitate, the suspecting Sophs out side rush the door—a Junior grabs an easily seen dagger on the door facing and rushes out—there is much noise and commotion —all hol lering like wild Indians in a bunch of Sbisa's scrambled eggs—a shrill shriek like a Sweedish Turk swal lowing a prickley pear is heard in the hall—there is total silence— everyone crowds—a dead man lies on the floor—all are aghast—one first year, cadet passes out from fright. The seniors come to the rescue and instruct the juniors to conduct the fish to their rooms, on the way to which they pass by the bloody body. The body is removed and soon the Top Sergeant and one senior go to each of the Freshmen’s rooms and accumulate a flower fund. In the court room we find an army captain as judge assisted most hon orably by the Fish Sergeant, Bugler and Drum Major, the two low-lifing corporals of the class of ’33, and a “doctor” and a “reporter” in a sur rounding of boots, spurs, and three- bar men. Here each Fish is brought from his respective room and tried separately. Each is condemned for his inactivity in carrying out his au thority, the Fish non-coms being re lieved of their stripes, in a tragetic manner with the judge using all his wit and intelligence to bring about an immediate punishment of the guilty. He suggests that the flower fuund was used by the seniors to help the murderer get away. The judge then calls the freshmen in as a group and gives them a con demning lecture as a group and states that unless someone speaks up immediately, he will take all of them to jail. None speak. He tells them to wait a minute. He opens the door—the band captain, the murder er, and the murdered walk in. Sidney Galt, member of the Field Artillery regimental staff, was seen shopping in the Exchange Store last week. * ❖ * Our advertisers make this paper possible. Show appreciation and give them your patronage. ****************-********** | SLANTS AT| ! THE CROWD ! * -v The campus is besieged with mil- tiary officials. One can’t help seeing them, coming in contact with them and, to climax it all, being “ram med” by them. Some of them have two stripes—others, three; while one has the largest chevrons in seventeen states which adorn his hight and left sleeves. Needless to say, the chevrons are all upside down —probably through some mistake or oversight of those in power who be stowed them upon our first year cadets. If all the rams I’ve received this past week from our newly ap pointed corporals, sergeants, and what nots go into effect, I’ll be on the the “black list” for the next six months. The sophomores seem to be the only ones on the campus who gwe them much trouble—I’ve seen three riots in the last few days. The group picture of our royal family was taken one day last week on the front steps of Milner Hall and—I learned about poses from them for I was lucky enough to be among those present. It was a cute picture and should be preserved in the annals of this college. ❖ * * This home “town business” is get ting into my system. After hearing at least twenty-five speeches this week in a Public Speaking class on the subject of “My Home Town” there is no small wonder for my feeling this way. I’ve learned more about cities, towns, and “flag-stops” in the State of Texas during the week than I expect to learn during the next year unless I make a care ful study of the subject. It was all instructive as well as entertaining to the class—I didn’t say entertain ing to the instructor for that would be assuming too much. Here’s some thing new we learned about Fort Worth: It has a million dollar smell —at least that’s what Dorsey said so it must be correct. Dallas, it seems, just couldn’t re ceive enough praise from one or two members of the class. Perhaps it deserves it. Who knows ? It pays to be patriotic however and if we don’t blow our own horns someone else will blow them for us. Some were apologetic about their respec tive municipalities; perhaps they had reasons for that but one must remember that it takes a good man to appreciate a good town and it takes a better one to make a good citizen of such. * * * All aboard for Fort Worth. This is a bit early, perhaps, to begin talk ing about it but the early bird catches the worm and so, if you don’t like worms, there may be something else that is calling you to ward the Panther City. As for me, I have my own private, specific, and purely personal reasons for being so enthusiastii about the trip. Some of you may be in the same condi tion. In fact, I’me sure of it. The game’s the thing, we’re all aware of that fact, and we’re going there with the grim determination to make the first conference game for a victory. But, on the other hand, there are some other things too—and it isn’t merely to take a ride on a street car but it will be for the specific reason of taking us somewhere in (Continued on Page 16) From an engraving of the time in Harper’s Weekly Autumn of ’79 G / p. ^HILE Yale and Princeton were battling to a \jU tie at Hoboken, New Jersey, a small group of scientists, directed by Thomas A. Edison, was busy at Menlo Park, only a few miles away. On October 21, their work resulted in the first practical incandescent lamp. • Few realized what fifty years would mean to both electric lighting and football. The handful who watched Yale and Princeton then has grown to tens of thousands to-day. 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