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About The Battalion. (College Station, Tex.) 1893-current | View Entire Issue (Jan. 17, 1934)
•j -i . JANUARY 17. 19.14 ' ' £ * ’ 7 4 J l> Shorty *ayH gentlemen may prefer blondes, but he thinks the fact that blondes know what gentlemen prefer has a lot totio with it. I f 1 , • —Log * a. Minister-—Harold, -my boy, what are you going to be when you grow up? Harold—I’m going .to In* a sailor, but« my kid brother’s juat going to lie an ordinary father. —Punch Bowl Have you ever been out with a gal that—- ('an roll jthe e^e, and eye the roll— ^ * Give you one ot those com-get-me, love-me. carry- w me-off-with-you looks and then says she isn’t that kind of a girl ? —Punch Bowl “Nice pair of pants you’ve got on. Get them for rhristmas?’* “No; l»ought them.” “Does your wife C'hoose your clothes?” “No, she only picks the pockets.” , 4 / f" Si X (’harlie Campus; Would you lie interested in join ing a fraternity? Freddie the Freshman; No thanks. I've got some clothes of my 6w«> | 1 ' f — T’uias a Balmy 1 Autumn’s E’en—Yes B> 1. M. BBCHN Scene: Man's front porch. ». Time: A crisp November morn. Characters: Lupot; man. } . ft' i (Enter Lupot with light of conquest in his eyes and handful of nickles in his hand.) t > ‘f Lupot: Morning sir. Lovely morning, absolutely beautiful morning,-collosal morning, and nice weather we’re having, eh? I'Ve come to you, just as I’ve visited the many down-troddert people ail over the qouatrie^ of both America’s, my man, to right a great Wrong. A wrong that was done by my grandfather,’sir, and one that I’m justly ashamed of. You don’t mim^ sir, if I don’t look you straight in the eye until I’ve atoned for this injustice that’s been done. My faultless cpt!- i science w ill not let me. It was this way: My grandpap was a forty-niner, one of the old prospectors of California. He wa* look ing for silver, and-one day he and his pardMut a load, out there in the wilderness of nature. But there •J f 7 . | (S’ wasn’t much of it around, you see, and they wouldrtt have much profit out of their find. But there was an awful lot of nickel laying around in boulder chunks. Alas! his part! wan crooked. “Why not," says the devil’s own product, “seftd in a silver sample and claim all this nickle-infestad land? We can sell it, and be out of the way by the time they catch on.” 19 And my poor old grandpap was only human, 1 guess. Who know# but you and I might do the same thing in those circumstances, who knows? Well, they sold their claim, and laid low. But there was no 4se in hiding, for the hoax was such a^iiobolic&l one that it was never discovered. They mine^ the nickjel, think ing it was silver, and minted it. So, you see, the dimes and quarters you have dn your pocket are apt silver, as you think, but nickel Ami the nickel ih your pockets are not nickel, but silver! Because later on grandpap repented, struck oil, and sold silver as nickel to atone for his sin. But it was not enough. A great maladjustment had been foisted on the people. A terrible calamity that would upset the currency system were it detected. And so 1 am going around, trading the silver in nickels for the nickel in silver dimes and quarters, try ing to atone for that great injustice done to our tytt- riotic people. Gradually I am collecting all silver mon- ' (Continued on Page 22) X4—