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