!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.
â–  /
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.
The Coca-Cola Company, Atlanta, Ga.
9 Million A Day~it had to be good to get where it is