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About The Battalion. (College Station, Tex.) 1893-current | View Entire Issue (Jan. 18, 1933)
■ l / t / / «~r . ^ 16 THE BATTALION ' / Fish Bil dresser, tun / By S. S. SUMMERS n throwing his comb ort the disgustedly away from the mirror, walked over jto his dfesk and sat dejectedly in his chair. Fish Matthevis looked up from the book hi had so untiringly been reading. “Wassa matter, old lady ? Can’t you g)et that! mop of yours to stay down ?'* / “Naw. The darnqri stuff’s like so much $traw.”/ - “Try a little ghe on it. That might kee^ r; down. I j Next time you g# do\»n to the cow barns, keep your hat on and the cows won’t b4 able to lick your Sloan picked up a book lying on the table and thumb ed through the pagps and, turning to his roommate, said, “I knew you’d have sokie kind of suggestion like tha: to of fer. Big help ’ you ar ?. Say! Have you read this txlok?’* 4 I r see, ^yson.’ me to \ at the Matthews looked <M>ok with an imper^p^al, ol> servant gaze, “Whars the name of it. ()h yeah ‘The Murder of Fat No, I haven’t got t waste reading such tr^sh. “Whaddayou mean, trash ?’’ Matthews laughed irioni- cally. M Just what I saijl. Lis ten Bill. I’ve read bettsr sto ries than that in real life be hind telephone poles.” . “Behind telephone What do you mean?* “I’ll tell you later, You better get on your why to class now and forget th<*e de tective stories. Bunk. The m r~cJa< guys that write those are either goofy or else they’ve never seen or heard tell of a real murder mystery. Go on to class. I’ve got to write a letter to i^y girl.” , Sloan walked out \ttith his books under his Walkinf into Uw arm. When he reached the door, he turned, “Want a piece of candy, Matt ?” 1 r y •> * , They walked up the dirty steps to the candy room full of students, some . who had stopped on their way to class, others like Burchers, New, and Milbourne, loitering around the room hopeful that someone would offer to buy them a piece. On the entrance of the two freshmen, the hope fuls tried to inveigle them in to buying them a piece of can dy, but their highest art of enticement was wasted on Matthews. Sloan, however, being one of the countless thousands who try, uncon- sciously, to buy friendship with generosity, told them to help themselves. Matthews chewed a piece of Baby Ruth disgustedly as they walked back down the steps to the room. “Why?” he demanded, “do you alwa \ - buy candy for those guys? You’ll learn some day not to waste money on that kind of bum. Oh well, what the hell difference does it make. Go on to class. I’ll see you later, but right now I’ve got to write that tetter/* It was noon and the bang ing of doors, the shouts of the loud and boisterous students, the click of leather on stone, and the blast of the whistle from the power house an nounced the return of the students from class. “That prof is the hardest j guy I ever saw. 9 * " r« m tmku. “I’ll say he is. I can’t see his idea in giving us a quiz this morning and not let us know about it before hand.”! yr 4 i 1 jy »1 / “Wonder what we’H have to eat today. Same old stuff I guess.” 4 i ritttar in kta eftmir. h