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About The Battalion. (College Station, Tex.) 1893-current | View Entire Issue (March 13, 1943)
Page 4 -THE BATTALION SATURDAY MORNING, MARCH 13, 1943 FROM ANCHOR HALL ’Tis a tale told by the Marines, and it refers to the mosquito. Not the ordinary garden bred pygmy mosquito, but the real, honest-to- goodness, full grown Guadalcanal mosquito. There is no denial by the ground crew at Henderson Field, for in stance, that one of the medium size mosquitoes landed on the run way at dusk one evening and be fore the refueling crew found out their mistake, they had pumped forty gallons of gasoline into it, believing it to be one of our planes. And then there is the unfortu nate All-American fullback who had the misfortune to have a mos quito get under the netting with him during the night, and had to have a blood transfusion the next morning before he had strength enough to get his feet on the floor. One medical officer observed one of the more discriminating mo squitoes looking over the identi fication tags of the sleeping men to learn what type blood they had. And there is the narrow escape one of the generals had. While crossing the Lunga River bridge, two mosquitoes zoomed down on him. Carrying him far and high, one asked the other: “Shall we eat him here or take him home?” “Oh,” said the second, “let’s eat him here. If we take him home some of the big fellows will take him away from us.” And then you know of the sailor on a cargo vessel. The girls loved him because he knew every hold. DID YOU KNOW . . . That one of the most powerful fortresses in the South Pacific is the Japanese island of Truk . . . that really it is not one island, but a series of 245 high wooded islands . . . that all of these are within one lagoon, 40 miles in diameter . . . that the entire Japanese fleet can be accommodated there . . . that the lagoon is protected by a dan gerous reef . . . that the only method of attack would have to be by air . . . that the batteries on the high hill tops would make this extremely hazardous . . . that there are concealed submarine channels which would permit the Japs to attack our ships without warning . . . that they have good air fields . . . that they sliced down an en tire island 300 feet high and half DOBBS For Spring Select your Spring Hat from our fine collection of light weight felts by Dobbs—you’ll say they are the smartest hats you’ve seen. / $5 to $10 flTaldrop&ff “Two Convenient Stores” College Bryan a mile long to form a perfectly level field only ten feet above high tide . . . That Japan has built up great food reserves. For many years she has been canning sardines, tuna fish, salmon, and bonita, caught in the South Pacific . . . that these stores were put away for a time of crisis . . . that the Japanese peo ple have had their food rationed ever since the war with China . . . that this was all in preparation for the second World War. That there are about 25,000 char acters in the Japanese language . . . that there are only about 100 individuals in the entire United States qualified to teach it . . . that several groups of Marines have already learned the language and have graduated from the lan guage school . . . that they have set a record by acquiring the lan guage in the six months during which the course is given . . . that normally the course takes five to ten years . . . Sez The Sixteenth... Still a bit disgruntled over the snake - in - the-coke-machine . . . Company 16 mailman L. J. Poil- lion “et al”, went into the final few weeks of radio school with only a few casualties, including a few sudden deaths (just plain Algiers), and a few setbacks . . . that the day after Company 14 departed, Joe Archambeau, recruit command er addressed his men with a dig nified, “Gentlemen, Gentlemen— let’s fall in like the senior company we are, Gentlemen.” . . . and so— Company 16, Yes, mailman Poillion et al, assumed a superior air un surpassed in the annals of the Navy training school of Texas A. & M. ... So much did the atmosphere prevail, that Totas “Bean Bag” Robinson was seen marching to school in his undress blues instead of the usual dungarees. Chow department: C. L. Pichard rubbing the extra 15 pounds gained since arriving here Thanksgiving day . . . Leroy Shearer bragging about eating two spoonfuls of grits. Just stuff: Oliver O’Dell (now ain’t that a sweet moniker) Smith- ers telling R. L. Nicholson that he “shouldn’t get mad like that when I call you ‘boss ”... This tag, ‘boss’ has found its way into the hearts of the company ... a lead pipe worked its way from under the beaten path between the dorms and Anchor Hall and had been bent to the extent that it was some what hazardous to companies marching to and from school—es pecially when a “gentleman” ap proached noijphalantly and sudden ly side-stepped it, leaving the “gen- Chief Walling Can’t Stop When Telling of “Nip” Ask Chief King about “Nip,” the white bulldog he and another fel low rescued from a wrecked lum ber schooner on the rocks off San Luis Obispo. The yarn goes on and on and if you’re a good listener he is good for a week or two at least—relating the tincanny abili ties of the super canine. They took him aboard the U. S. S. California and he stayed down in the radio shack. Chief swears that every night at 2000 “Nip” would sit up on his haunches until they put him to bed. Too, “Nip” wouldn’t have a thing to do with any of them if they came in with as much as one “Scotch and” on their breaths —He would just turn his nose up in the air and seek solitude. He finally got so he wouldn’t eat any thing except beefsteaks, much to the disgust of the hash-slingers in the galley. “Nip,” so the story goes, met his untimely demise at the hands of a steel horse—Chasing a ground squirrel, and Chief swears it wasn’t him, one day, “Nip” failed to hear the train coming around the bend. That was the end of “Nip,” but not of Chief’s story. I left then, but I imagine Chief is still extolling the virtues of “Nip.” Or perhaps by this time he has resurrected him from the dead. THE STUDENT CO-OP Come In to See Us Phone 4-4114 1 Block East North Gate YOU DON’T NEED A RATION CARD TO BUY OR SELL For Inf anticipators... When I get married I’ll know just what to do in case of a blessed event. After listening to CRM Long, CSp Walling, Y2c Munson and a few of the others discuss ing the “Child Problem” I feel qualified to write a dissertation that will end all dissertations. Wor thy of a degree in “Childosophy.” You buy big bottles and big nip ples—easier to wash—brown nip ples instead of black ones—black ones fade. Watch attentively when tleman” immediately behind to its mercy . . . R. M. Smith was thus left, and remarked bitterly, “an iron pipe.” That’s all Tie said. “An iron pipe.” Nothing more. The next day as the company passed the same spot, J. Pruitt pointed to the ground, the sky, a tree, and a dog, saying after each gesture—“Dirt, sky, tree, dog.” Ticklish moments—During a re cent inspection of the company the boys came closer to being re stricted for the duration than ever before. Following the captain and his inspection party was a little white mangy dog. The little animal paced between the flanking lines of sailors at the same slow pace as the inspection officers, stopping only for an occasional sniff-over. He had the scrutiny of an admiral. Laughs were swallowed until after inspection. Japanese news item—“Our son in the Navy writes that they cap tured a little island with 47 U. S. Marines on it. It was a great vic tory, we only lost 3 battleships, 14 bombers, and 2 airplane car- they are cutting teeth, for they-are apt to bite off the tops of the nip ples and cause a minor flood— milk of course. Doctors can feel of a child’s leg and tell whether he is a kicker or not. I don’t know ex actly what this means, but evi dently it is something to be proud of because Chief Long broke three buttons off of his shirt when tell-* ing us that his was a “kicker.” Munson maintains that if they start walking too early they be come bow-legged. Chief Walling, being rather new—just a week— doesn’t have much to say just yet. Lt. Monroe is a veteran—some sev eral weeks now—he smiles and tells them just what to do at mid night when you have to get up to feed the infant—Sleepless nights galore—Roesch Ylc, is still wait ing—about another three weeks and I imagine he’ll be going full blast. But right now he is just getting nervous. Me, well, besides getting a liberal education I’m also getting to be a nervous wreck. My head goes back and forth during one of these sessions like I am watching a ping-pong tournament. If I were a mastermind I would forget all about it, but the easiest way out is to write a book—“The Essence of Childology”. It would either make me famous or get me shot—heads or tails. The time crusted quip of the radio wag Is called, in the talk of the trade, “a gag.” The reason, I think, this has come to be true Is because that is just what it makes you do. The Meat Axe and the Sailor A Navy Nightmare Mother Dear came down the stairs with the meataxe circling over her head. “Where is that no good sailor you married?” she screamed as the last two steps passed into oblivion. “Tell me where he is and I’ll hang his scalp on the front door—that Lothario— that speciman of the briny deep,” she raved as the sailor sailed over the back fence. “Mother Dear, control yourself, why put his scalp on the front door? After all, there is no per centage in scaring all of the neigh bors, is there—And anyway, it means fifty buck a month to me. And besides, he’s got a shoe ra tioning card. Just think, a new pair of shoes—And he’s got the cutest mustache. Mother Dear, put that meataxe down and control yourself,” consoled Darling Daugh ter as she persuaded the weapon to fall to the deck. Fifteen blocks away a pair of bell-bottomed trousers flashed past a couple of SB’s and kept right on going. The SP shouted for him to halt and then a bullet zipped past—A second later he passed the bullet and left it fanning the dust at his heels. “My God,” he panted, as he shot into a barroom for a brew, “Please, Mr. Jacobs, please send me back to the Solomons— Africa—anywhere — Just let me have a little peace and quiet.” Then in the vernacular of the deep he muttered, “Oh hell!” A couple of hours later, he, steaming with confidence and brew, sauntered back to see his wife, the Darling Daughter. Peer ing from behind one of the Snow ball bushes in the back yard he waited until he saw Mother Dear ascend the stairs to her sanctuary above. Then crouching behind the fence he made his way to the ga- tSige and then from there he scut tled to the back door and mousily squeezed inside. The verbal bar rage that blasted him left him weak and so shaken. His Love talk ing to him like that—Well—He be gan, “Now look Wifey Dear . . . ” then the second barrage hit and he began to fade . . . Sky Rider When the earth’s a ball and the ball is spinning Round and round, and your guns won’t shoot— If you’ve said good-bye to the underpinning, Make your peace with, a parachute. Sit her, boy, she’s a circus pony. Ride her, boy she’s a locoed colt. Lift her boy, if the ground is stony. Fly her boy, she’s a thunderbolt. WTien the sea’s a top and the top is turning Round and round and your coming down; If a Messerschmitt sets your tail to burning, Shoot the beggar before you drown. Sit her boy, she’s a blooded filly. Ride her boy, she’s a bat from hell. Lift her boy, if the sea is hilly, Fly her boy, she’s a bursting shell. When the sky’s got loose and the sky is falling Down and down where the ack-acks are; If you’re out of gas and engine’s stalling, Go to God like a shooting star. Sit her boy, she’s a horse gone crazy. Ride her boy, and she’ll pass the wire. Lift her boy, if the night is hazy. Fly her boy, she’s a ball of fire. “A h— of a sailor you are—run ning under fire ...” Wifey Dear exploded. “Abandoning ship to the enemy—without even a return sal vo.” Getting slightly exasperated he answered back. “Fire, H—! If I had stayed around it would have been a major catastrophe . . And the catastrophe would be me . . . and I’m not just about to be a catastrophe . . .. Come . . . !” Just then the third step from the bottom squeaked and again the gob went sailing over the fence . . . The parting remark of Wifey Dear was, “He joined the wrong outfit—the way he sails he should be in the Glider Corps.” But the gob’s self-fortitude was in excess of his brain power and a few days later there from the front door flew a pennant of black curly hair. The moral of this story is: The- mother-in-law is always right. —LIBRARY— (Continued from page 1) American production of ships, planes, tanks, and bombs. May we see as soon as the government can safely publicize them, pictorial rec ords of our own fighting. Two pictures about Mexico will be shown as part of tomorrow aft ernoon’s program. One, Mexico Builds a Democracy, is in techni color and records the progress of Mexico from the bondage of the Church and militarism into Agra rian and labor reforms and the education of her people. The other, a travelogue, is Sundays in the Valley of Mexico. A ten minute short, Women at War, shows the many kinds of work women are doing in war time Britain, in the Army, in the Navy, and on the farms. —AGGIE NINE— (Continued From Page 3) April 16-17—A&M &t Houston. April 23-24—Rice at Austin. April 30-May 1—Texas at Col lege Station. Dr. N. B. McNutt DENTIST Office in Parker Building Over Canady’s Pharmacy Phone 2-1457 Bryan, Texas riers.” OFFICIAL NOTICES Notices appearing in this column must be in the Battalion office not later than 3 p.m. of the day before the paper is issued. Notices ariving after that time absolutely cannot be carried in the following days’ paper, and will automatically be carried over to the next issue. Found DARK BROWN LEATHER JACKET with tan gloves in pocket. Found under Kyle Field stadium. Come by P. H. No 12, room 7. R. C. Jaska. Classified son ternoon about 3 miles north of Navasota. Please reutrn to Conley, Room 48, Milner. f lease ret Reward. FOR SALE—A 1942 table model 7-tube Philco, walnut finish, reasonable. Call Jack Ruttenberg, 4-8819, Legion Hall. or American LOST—Brown leather jacket, goat skin. Trade mark California. If found please return to Harold Ivey, Room 201, No. 7. LOST—One bon tied silver key with red rib- it. Call 4-5754 or come to Administration Bldg., Room 225, 228. Reward. Meetings THE PORT ARTHUR CLUB will have its picture made Monday afternoon at 6:16 on the steps of Guion Hall. Juniors nd Seniors wear serge. Freshmen and >1 slacks and khaki and Soph lomores wear woo shirts. THE WOMAN’S AUXILIARY of the College Presbyterian Church will meet Monday, March 16, at 3:30 p.m. in the home of Mrs. T. W. Leland with Mrs. Walter Manning acting as co-hostess. There will be an installation of new officers and this service will be conducted by Rev. Norman Anderson, the pastor. All offici urged to ers, be le as well as members, are present at this annual meet- bap American Association of University Pro fessors will meet at 8 o'clock Tuesday night, March 16, in the Seminar room on the second floor of the Y.M.C.A. Dr. W. A. Varvel of the Department of Ps; choloi er-Stu gy, will talk on the subject, ' udent Morale in War Time." >y- K- WOMEN’S SOCIETY OF CHRISTIAN SERVICE—The A. and M. Methodist Wom en’s Society of Christian Service will meet Monday, March 18, at eight o’clock at the parsonage. This will be a joint meeting with the men invited. Mrs. Walter N. Ezekiel will speak on "Post War meetin] Peace.” Preceding this meeting, from until 8 o’clock, a rummage sale will held at the church. Eleven new war preparation courses in seven departments have been added to the curriculum of Bates college. Keuka college has announced a new three-year accelerated course to train nurses. Church Notices ST. THOMAS EPISCOPAL CHAPEL South Gate The Rev. J. H. R. Farrell, Priest-in-Charge Holy Communion—9 :30 a.m. Coffee Club—10 :00 a.m. Morning Prayer—11:00 a.m. Junior Church School—11:00 a.m. The Vestry and Lay-readers will re new their pledge of Faith in the Protect ant Episcopal Church at the eleven o’clock services. All service men are invited to the Cof fee Club at ten and assured of a welcome at the eleven o’clock services. The Rt- Rev. Bishop of Texas will be here College Station on to confer the Sacrament All who wish to be confirmed are urged to get in touch with the Rev. Mr. Farrell. Texas will be here at Wednesday, March 24th, rament of Confirmation. FIRST CHRISTIAN CHURCH Comer South College and 27th Comer South College and 27th Bryan E. S. Bledsoe, Pastor Sunday School—9:45 a.m. Communion—10:45 a.m. Sermon—11:00 a.m. Young People—6:15 Evening Worship—7 :00 p.m. A cordial welcome to Aggies, sailors, and soldiers. FIRST BAPTIST CHURCH R. L. Brown, Pastor 9:45 a.m.-—Sunday School 10:60 a.m.—Morning Worship 3:00 p.m.—B.S.U. Council 4 :00 p.m.—Choir Rehearsal 6:15 p.m.—Training Union 7:16 p.m.—Evening Worship The pastor will speak at both services and Roger Bell will direct the music. 7:00 p.m. Wednesday, regular prayer service. Daily prayer meeting is held in the church at 6:30 p.m. A cordial welcome is_ extended to all who desire to worship with ms. Some Call It One Thing; Aggies Call It Something Else India, like many other countries of the East, is a land of flowery conupliments and outrageous hy perbole. The Viceroy of India once saw fit to severely reprimand a certain native Prince, warning him in brutal terms that unless he mended his ways at once he would be forthwith deposed and another ruler put in his place. The Prince’s answer, addressed direct to the Viceroy, began as follows: “Your Excellency’s gracious mes sage has reached me. It is more precious to the eyes than a casket of rubies; sweeter to the taste than a honeycomb; more delightful to the ears than the song of ten thousand nightingales. I spread it out before me, and read it repeat edly; each time with renewed pleas ure.”—Wall Street Journal. Mansfield State Teachers will now admit to all departments stu dents who have completed all but the last half-year of the standard secondary school course. fMAVE HITLER SAVE AMERICA bwj WAP STAMP* Ice Cold Drinks Candies and Sandwiches Tkat Hit the Spot When You’re Hungry George’s Confectionery In New “Y” For a Neat Trim Hair Cut Drop By the V.M.C.A. BARBER SHOP Old and New Y Bldgs. That actually happened. And things like that are happening everyday. Ever notice in your newspaper how often Coke is mentioned? Boys write home about it, too. They like the taste that sets Coca-Cola epart. They welcome that fee/ of refresh ment. Coca-Cola must remind them of home a lot. It reminds you to refresh yourself.” BOTTLED UNDER AUTHORITY OF THE COCA-COLA COMPANY BY BRYAN COCA-COLA BOTTLING CO.