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About The Battalion. (College Station, Tex.) 1893-current | View Entire Issue (Feb. 22, 1939)
N J Ij J ij. : •«*. V A *tody lamp cast .its aaded g$oar ov«r th« intent hacks of two unmis takable first year cadets. Chemistry snd English were already claiming their due. 4 | A footfall sounded somewhere in the hall and one of the fish jerked op his head. > I - C>ld lady, where in the devil is Plan Jones? Them seniors will be checking up pretty soon and it’ll be - “Huh? Oh.” Fish Wilson sbrugge I His thin soulders. Hb* voice was faint- ly digusted. “He went up to see Mi. Stephens. He wants to go home this week-end. Wants to miss the Rice game. After what Mr. Stephens said, too. I’ll bet you two-bits he cap't go What’s he want to mtbs the game for anyhow? He’s got less school spirit than anybody I know.’* . •; j “Aw, hell. Fish Jones is all right,” Kish Thompson said in his slow drawl. “He’s just a little hot-headed, and his dad’s got a lot of dough, that’s all. Why. he’s a good kid at heart The other day he—Wait, It believe v that's him coming now.** — they? Bat 1 got ’em told. I mean, I really * told Mr. 1 Stephens a few things.” “Why you crasy ! What did he say after that, old lady?” “Ah. just said something about coming to see hua after taps. Yeah. IT! see him in hell after tape. I'm leaving on the nine o’clock train. Help me paek, fetters ?” He looked up at his room-mates. Fish Jljnmy, a ha sky lad from West Tessa, was running hie brown hands through his thick Shock of dark hair, while Pifb Paul, slight and Mend, regarded him ialariy with his level gta^Ngfua. r^Dan rut. I’m going to miss you, Jim, and you. too. Paul, you little devil. You’re both of you good son-of-a-guns. and I mean it. That’s the heat thing I evek said about any body to their face. (Come to see ox* if you’re ever up an*und home. You ^can have anything I’ve got, any time.’* His shoulders weir slumping again and his voice MMHFilMm. "IM, I was beginning to like jt here.” They were silent Kish Jones looked s round the room do wig. The calendars money. That’s why he wanted me to come. Hell be surprised to see me. I’ll bet. Disappointed, too, probably. Well, I can't help it. Let him send my little bud here if ha wants a farmer fin the family.** Fish Jones still wasn’t packing. (•Witt. ah. Bill, don’t leave, kiddo. Just think of next yuar. Well be wet- heads then.. We can chow out the fish Then the next year juniors, and pretty soon we*l he seniors, bulls of mm aMggoa* We won’t have to step aside for nobody tlma, hoy. 1*11 bet the women will rodDy go crasy over •n r boots—Ah, please stay, old boas- fig. We don't want you to leave, do mgk Paul? We like the hell out of you. C’ome oa, think it over. Fish i MLt ' Silence, and over in Bissell a radio was playing swing.. “Don’t you want me to leave, sure nuff- pMo,” said Paul. I “By God. I ought to stay here and make you take hack what you said Pmhlfrabon.” His voire was steadier ■f«. Ill ' 1 * . k i y HAPPENED SHORT S T O'R Y HALL - BY CHARLIE WILKINSON :. ill 1L ^A f i^ I, i IX ; 1 . r! i - The door burst open and the third room-mate entered. His eyes were wide open and a little wild. Without . speaking he jerked kis suitcase out of the closet and turned to the drasflfit« In the mirror his glance struck the other two boys, who had not spokwa. He paused and. all the light went out of his eyes. His shoo Idem *agg<-d for a moment hut he squared them ly. He rummaged in the locker sod bringing out a flaming neef tie. he handed it to Fish Thompson. “Here’s that tie you ,;,i —* , — Well, you can have it, cowboy.’’ “What the ben?- / J “I’m leaving, that’s what. Caa*t go- home. huh ? Well, 1*11 show them. I’ll go home and stay, by God. They can’t keep me here against my will. I know - some law. Hell, my Dad’s the biggest lawyer in Fort Worth. 1*11 make hiti. send* me to law school, that's what I’m not no. damn chemist. afiphoiTi like he wants me to be. Ah, those seniors think they’re Mr. God. don’t M Jim damned they had hung on the wall in an at tempt to break the monotony of its white expanse, the shelf they had bunt to put the radio on, when they should 1 have savad up enough money to buy one, the picture of Fay Cotton near the door, and the fifth pennant Ipmg in* over the center of their desks*. “So you can’t tkl^P it, huh?** It has the first time Fish Wilson had spok- “What?” FiahTJanes stiffened. “I though you had] more guts than that. Bill. Leaving the first tithe you dant have your own way. Well, I guess you don’t belong here anyhow.” T “Now listen. Fifth Paul, I ftan take it as good• as anybody else, sire? But they ain’t going to treat me like no convict, neither.” Fish Jones, hb#- ever, had stopped packing. ^WMb whad did your old man send you here fbr, anyhow. Bill?” It was Fish Thompson again. “Huh? Oh, he said something about yaking a man out of me. He went here one year himself, and ran out of i “Damn good, old lady!** “But they’ll justi boat hell out mt me if I go to M^ Stephens’ room tonight, you know that. You saw how they laid it on those sophomores the other day. They got a bloody reputa tion.*’ I got a reputation for more than that, though. This company has j got InkMons from away hack. Them see tors is all princes. Mr. Stephens 1 ftpadally.“ “Yeah." Silence. A tram rumbled by in the jtistawee, the sound echoing from hall to hall “What you say. Bill?** Paul asked Out of the window he could see pallid Guion Hall, its anglos softened by the moonlight. ! “Ah. well, m tell you” He hesi tated. and then, “HI go up to aee them tonight, and maybe 1*11 stay.” “Damn good.’’ Fish Poul got up and begin to un dress his skinny body. He and Fish •ntinued on page 19) THE BATTALION 1 7i- i i v