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About The Battalion. (College Station, Tex.) 1893-current | View Entire Issue (May 7, 1930)
!EL -» THE BATTALION 3 slants / A few days ago I entered the room of one of my friends, unan nounced by the butler, and nonchal antly sat down. In spite of the fact that I had made a noisy entrance he did not seem to be aware of my pres ence. He was too busy with other things it seemed. On his table was the picture of a beautiful young lady—who looked out of the frame at you with a smile on her face. It must ’have been this i smile that caused my friend to talk to her. Or it might have been this dreadful Aggie loneliness or he may i have imbided a bit too freely. What ever it was, it did not seem to in terfere with his earnest appeal to the gird in the frame. Holding the picture close to him with both his hands he began talk ing. And this is what he was saying: “Lissun, sweet—lissun to me. You look so doggone good, I wanna cry. I wish I could cry—maybe I would feel better. N’ I wish I was home to night so I could be with you n’ go ridin’ on’—oh, ever’ thing. You know —you always do. You’re jush to sweet n’ pretty, n’ lovable. I don’ know what to do. Teasin’ eyes n’ soft red lips n’ a dreamy sorta voice. Oh, I wish you were here . . . close . . . right in this chair next to me . . . no . . . no....closer than that. You know—yon always do. Why doncha come up here sometime ? Why don cha ? If you don’t I’m cornin’ there. An’ no exag—exag-er—I can’t say it darlin’ but you know what I mean, you always do. “Lookit ’at moon shinin’ through my window. ’Member the las’ time we saw it together ? Down at tha Bay. Good ole’ moon....one’ courtin’ moon . . . shinin’ down all over ever- thing. Wish it’d stop tho’, ’cause sweet, it makes me wanna cry or jump up an’ holler out lo.ud or sump- thin.’ Guess I don’t like moons no way ’thout you . . . jush you. Darn this school; darn reveille . . . drill days an’ rainy days . . . darn ever’ thing ’cept you ...” He was still talking to her as I quitely walked out of the room with out letting him know that I had been an unobserved listener. It seemed wrong to stay longer and besides I was fejeling that way myself. Per haps we all do' . . . now and then. LONDON.—Robert Bridges, poet ( laureate of England, is dead here. Mr. ! Bridges, poet laureate since 1913, [ was 86 years of age. His works were world renowned. His death followed a short illness at his residence near Oxford. Familiar Old Janitor of Animal Husbandry Pavilion Passes Away Students and ex-students, who have been connected with the Animal Hus bandry Department, will note with sincere regret the absence from the pavilion of “Old Man” Tunson, the familiar old janitor, who passed away last week. For ten long years “Old Dan” was a faithful and efficient keeper of the pavilion, taking special interest in the care of the lawn, shrubbery and driveway, the appearance of which spoke well of his ability. Present students must be more careful about leaving valuable arti cles in the pavilion as “Old Man” will be around no longer to find and keep them for safe return. Many ex-students will miss the old fellow’s hearty welcome when they re turn to the eampus, for no one gave a warmer reception than th old janitor, who was nver known to forget one of the boys. Engineering Day May iOth SILVEY TO GIVE TWO TALKS SAT. The Physics Department contrib utes an unusual angle to the Engin eering Show by the presentation of lectures and demonstrations of striking physical phenomena. Dr. O. W. Silvey, head of the department, will present one lecture and demon stration in the morning and a repeti tion of these in the afternoon. The demostrations will feature changes of state of matter and will form the most pedagogical presenta tion of all the exhibitions. Experi ments showing the transition point in iron, the effects of press ire on the boiling point of water, on boiling water until it freezes the transition of materials through the critical tem peratures, and exhibitions of dry ice showing some of its physical proper ties and reasons for commercial ap plication. ♦£» ♦£< ♦£* *%• ♦■*■4 ♦$* i The Poet s Comer i i V* Y 4. •I* •> •;* •;* •;* *!' *!* •!* •!* •;* •;* 4”!' !* ■•1**1* •!• *;* 4* •!* v ALONE I mingle among many men— every day I meet them—talk to them—laugh with them; constantly I am among them; Yet I am alone. ■ / They ask me to join them— -Not wanting me to—silly asses— desiring only to humble me . . . dom inate me— Contaminate me . . . with their conceited—biased opinions; their ac tions; their morals. I join them . . . these men, . . . my friends; Vain, priggish, deceitful, treacher ous puppets, Lead like animals. I join them— They amuse me. I mingle among many men— Every day I meet them . . .talk to them . . . laugh with them; con- standtly I am among them; Yet I am alone. I am above them . . .1 am myself I, . . . the egoist, I want to be alone! The pause that gives poise —•-'USTE1V Grantland Rice " *—Famous Sports Champions-"*- Coca-Cola Orchestra Every Wednesday 10:30 to 11 pm. Eastern Daylight Saving^Tizne—*—*—Coast £0 Coast NBC Network-"*—*->- C w \y v the Pause that refreshes Comes a time (as they say) every day when it’s good to drop things—relax—and, calm, collected, cool, seek the hidden meaning of life. Sign off for just a minute, now and then, and refresh yourself with an ice-cold Coca-Cola. Ready for you—anytime—around the cor ner from anywhere. Nine million times a day the Thinkers and Doers of the nation find the pause that refreshes is what keeps the world wagging. 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