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About The Battalion. (College Station, Tex.) 1893-current | View Entire Issue (Nov. 15, 1933)
» November 15, 1933. 15 « It ia understood that «it didn’t take the Corps a century to make progress in Fort Worth. r : T;i I Boss: I'm afraitl you won’t do.” Steno: “.Did I say I wouldn't?" —Rammer Jammtr “Does your boy friend have ambitions?” “Yeah, ever since he has lx?en knee high.’ —Rammer Jammer “Can you row a boat?*! “Yeah, Canoe? I Rammer Jamm.r There was a young iady named Ransom She was loved three tirjn** in a Hansom , But when she asked for more Came a weak voice from the floor “My name’s Hanson, not Samson.” .1 * j —Rammer Jammer 1 I * One little pig went to market, One little pig went to town. One little pig was caught ami now They’re kicking the football around. —Temple Owl A general and a colonel were walking down the street. They met many privates, and each time the colonel saluted he would miRter, “The same to you.” The general’s curiosity was aroused, and he asked : “Why do you always Say that?” The colonel answered: ,“1 was a private once my self, and I know what they are thinking.” , —Reserve Red ('at ! v What's worse than raining cats and dogs? taxi cabs. —Skipper COEDX! AM I /HCRTiriEC?** BY J. M. SHEPHERD _ i I Were the spirits of days gone by a-fopt on*the eerie e’en of October 31, or did some freshman merely play some idle prank in the supernatural melee which comes to the campus each Hallowe’en? Whichever**it ^ was, the inscription on the monumental statue of Law rence Sullivan Ross, which stands in front of the old Administration Building, was found to be somewhat extended after the mystic haze of the ghoulish gloom \ of the night had cleared away. Perhaps, the addition was not as well as the original, nor was it as artis tically inscribed. Nevertheless, the whitewashed itCo- eds! Am I mortified?” presented a thoughtful ques tion to cadets ambling to morning classes. Suppose Lawrence Sullivan Ross were granted the power to return to the school which for 8 years he gave so unsparingly his time and energy. Suppose he should see dainty co-eds attending the jealously guard ed masculine classes characteristic rtf his time. Sup pose, too, he should hear prevalent talk that more fe males will probably swarm his befoved campus latef. % Would he relinquish his supernatural powe# in disgust and return to his everlasting sleep, or u>0uld he begin a fight to keep the female atmosphere not only off but away from the campUft? The oldtirner* say that “Sully” would fight to the last ditch to keep from mixing boots with high heel slippers. He would keep a man’s school for men. - * ■ But R cannot be. “Sully” cannot come back to head the fight; time has decreed ^hat he leave the destinies of the school to others. But,, watching from somewhere, he must be alarmed at the impending ca tastrophe, and pangs of regret must be caused by the indifferent attitude taken by his cadets. 1 » i raP Perhaps, the freshman who besmeared the que>- tion was merely a medium for a psychic phenomena, and it was “Sully’.’ after all, trying to do his part to make the student body realize the seriousness of the danger, who guided the hand to “Coeds! Am I morti fied ?”