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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.
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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 ,
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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.
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“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.
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“We just got here last June” answered the Yan-
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“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
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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.
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“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
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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.