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About The Battalion. (College Station, Tex.) 1893-current | View Entire Issue (June 1, 1942)
X 1 i r i ■- FROM COMPLETE ON THIS PAGE JSi A huge custom-built Cord eased up to the Aggie bench at East Gate and even No. 77 gasped. Out stepped a husky looking brute. Who was he? No one but the famed Artnay McArtnay, the great Aggie football star of the class of ’32. ' i i L It was the first time Artnay had been oil ttie campus since A. & M had changed regimes and now this famous Ex was anxious to know if even the Aggie Spirit had faded. ‘ Army.” he yelled,'"I wish I could tak^ ybu all but my old crate is loaded down with some nfew suits and a few cases of Canadian Club—the whiskey, that’s easy on your throat. So two of you hop iin and we ll be in Houston quick-like. M , 12 i . [ ] The first two men jumped, in and immediately introduced themselves. “Wilsort is my name,!’'said one of them. The other was Stout from somewhere in the East. i * < 5 . , * :> I i “Wonder how these boys are classified,” thought McArtnay. They were a trifle; non-reg with their sleeves rolled up and without caps. “How long you boys been in school?” finally asked Mac. | I. / [ Jt . “We just got here last June” answered the Yan- ^ 2 1L . \ l “Fish, huh?” said Artnay grinning. “I guess that’s what you’d call us,” smiled Wil anuxzz the war—and women. Oljd Art was greatly pleased with the boys, fie figured they still had Ways of keeping fish on the line.5“But how they do lit with out the board I wouldn’t know.” he thought. ‘You know, Army,” he said, “no mattfer what they do to the old school-they can’t change gies.:’ the Ag- A & M. kee. son. “Damn, they must not even more,” thought McArtnay. use handles any All the way to Big H a big bull session ‘ ragtd. Both the boys had some good stories and of;course the Ex wasn’t outdone. They talked about football. * “You said it,” agreed‘Wilfcon. “We think is the best school in the world. We haven’t b#en here long but it doesn’t take Ijpng to find that;o<it.” As they drove into: Houston the ver; happy Artnay said to the boys, “t’onight everythiQgJk on me. ril lend you my Buick convertible and you a couple of cute babies. A£d anything else yjm want I’ll get it for you. How about it?” Both boys beamed apd finally Stout sioke up “Look, Mr. McArtnay, it’s^ really swell of you to offer us all that but ! think you’ve got us all wrong. You see—’* “Whatta you mean '‘all wrong’?” ^ interrupted Art. “I’ll do anything for a good AggteijYou boys still have the spirit that makes A. & M. ind I’m Just trying to show you ; how glad I am i Old Mac seemed a little sore at t|ie boys because they were refusing. i * $ “Please don’t feel bad, sir,” apologised Wilson, “but Tm afraid you .don’^ understand.” ! y • “Don’t understand what?” roared Artitai McArt nay, cracking the rear view mirror. “NoiJi ng’s too good for Aggies.” ' “That’s just it,” they explained. “We’r£ not A & M. men, we’re part of' the Marines th^rei at Col lege.”-,- 1 ; . * „ AIN’T IT THE TRUTH? Its awfully hard for an old*: flame to get a girl all hot and"t bothered. ‘T’ve always been bald. My? mother was frightened by a nu- | dist.” She: “Hold me close, John.” * John: "Whatdayu takin’ yer close off fer?” JUNE, 1942 Agent; Six!, I have something here whiich Will make you pop ular. mgke your life happy, and bring you a host of friends. Senioii: I’P take a quart, and an option on another. ♦ l ^ * I \ I “Do you fclways look under your bed before you say your prayers?” the flapper asked the oid maid. J ' * “No. dearly, I say my prayers first.” I "What did you* do ^jw^ien dress! started coming Ofjf?” “I Tielped couldi” her her out; at best I 11 Flattery is 90% soa# j Soap is 90% lye. ! {H We heard about a 0ouple who worried because theijr [had noj childfren^in fact, tjlejr spent many a sleepless nlgljlt jo ver it.