Page
-THE BATTALION-
The Battalion
STUDENT TRI-WEEKLY NEWSPAPER
Texas A. & M. COLLEGE
The Battalion, official newspaper of the Agricultural and
Mechanical College of Texas and the City of College Station,
la published three times weekly, and issued Tuesday, Thursday
and Saturday mornings.
Entered as second class matter at the Post Office at College
Station, Texas, under the Act of Congress of March 8, 1870
Subscription rates $3 per school year. Advertising rates
jpon request.
Represented nationally by National Advertising Service,
uic., at New York City, Chicago, Boston, Los Angeles, anu
jaii Francisco.
Office, Room 5, Administration Building. Telephone 4-6444
1942 Member 1943
Associated Golleftiate Press
Sylvester Boone Managing Editor
Henry Tillett Managing Editor
Ben Fortson Managing Editor
Andy Matula Managing Editor
Jack Kelly Business Management
Michael Spolane Reporter
Robert Orrick Reporter
John N. Troxell Reporter
L. Wolfe - Reporter
L. S. Baer Reporter
H. C. Finger Reporter
Claude Stone Photographs
Robert Irving Photographs
John H. Wirtz Circulation Manager
Maurice Zerr Circulation Manager
D. W. May Editorial Advisor
The Return of Aggie Spirit. . .
Aggies, this is your Aggieland! The
Spirit that goes with it is yours, too. In
years passed the Spirit of Aggieland has
been noted all over the world for its true
ness and intensity. Outsiders used to wonder
what it meant when 7,000 Aggies would cry
their eyes out singing the Spirit of Aggie
land and listening to Taps after an unlucky
football game. The war and need for war
training has caused changes but Aggies will
always'l)e Aggies no matter what happens
’"^nd ex’s can be found all over the world
who would glady give a fellow Aggie the
shirt off their backs.
Aggie Spirit is something which cannot
be defined in ordinary phrases; it is some
thing that is intagible to the non-Aggie, but
something which, when it really gets a hold
on you, becomes a part of your being. “True
to each other as Aggies can be,” is a line
from the Spirit of Aggieland. Have you ever
stopped and thought what that line really
means?
You old Aggies know and you new Ag
gies will know. Aggies stand together
through thick and thin. In the fox holes of
Tomorrow Is Another Day
Yesterday’s tomorrow is today! The
spirit of Americanism, the love of country,
the honor and the traditions that go with
being an American, instilled into the pres
ent generation, is the outstanding element
that is bringing glory to Old Glory
on the far-flung battle fronts of the world.
The armed services we have in the field to
day, although manned the equipped in a
very short time, were actually created in that
yesterday when those who bear our arms
learned to love their country, to protect the
rights it gives to those who are its citizens,
and to hold dear those traditions that can
be found only in America.
Winning today’s war is a matter of man
power, a matter of machines and munitions
and military skill—elements that America
possesses in both the greatest quantity and
quality. But after today there is another
tomorrow—in which an even greater task
must be undertaken, a task of such magni
tude that the whole future of our civilization
rests in the hands of those who undertake
it.
To reconstruct and rehabilitate a broken
and bleeding world, to guide defeated, op
pressed and disillusioned peoples into the
warmth and sunlight of freedom and equal
ity, to stamp from the earth the virus of
hatred, and to sooth and heal the wounds
and scars of combat is the task that tomor
row’s generation must undertake!
To accomplish such a feat—today, with
the smoke of war and carnage blackening
the sky, we must prepare men for tomorrow
—men with training and skill, men with in
itiative, men with unbounded faith in man
kind, and men who place their destiny and
well as the destiny of their world into the
guidance of a kind and all-powerful Creator.
Then the dawn of the tomorrow will bring
mankind a little nearer to the Perfect Day.
Bataan, the Japs were probably surprised
when during the worst hours for the Amer
icans, a song would drift out on the wind.
That song was the “Aggie War Hymn” and
the Aggies who sang it fought to the last
wall.
Ole, Army, we know things have chang
ed and it can’t,be helped. Bleeding about it
won’t do any good. Let’s just stick together
and have the faith to believe that when it
is all over, over there, Aggieland will come
to even greater glory.
ARMY ENGINEERS
1st. Sergeant’s Guff
Cadet 1st Sgt. D. K. Springwater
ne raining morning in March,
small group of bewildered G.I.s
andered down the main avenue
from the railway depot searching
for the Commandant’s office. By
the braid on their caps one could
tell they were of many different
branches of the service: Artillery,
Engineers, Medics and even M.P.
At tinfes they were greeted by
occasional Aggies with the “How
dy” or “Hello” which they were
later to discover exemplified the
Aggie spirit of comradeship.
These were the Army men long
expected on the AMC campus and
already christened previous to their
arrival “The Engineers.” Under
the provisions of the Army Spe
cialized Training Program set up
ARMY ENGINEERS
Editor H. P. Bradley
Associates:
Ed Babich, D. K. Springwater,
Bill Martin, and M. J. Kaft.
last fall, these men had been sub
jected to a series of competitive
examinations and an interview be
fore a board of three officers in
order to determine their qualifica
tions for acceptance as college
trainees. These qualifications were
in addition to the requirement that
they must also be eligible Officer
Candidates.
This first small group composed
the nucleus for -the present com
pany of 107 men, taking courses in
M.E., C.E., E.E. Some of them,
such as Paul Bishop now studying
Advanced E.E., has been out of
school for 18 years . . . others,
Bill Martin, M.E., were in football
togs last fall.
Meanwhile, the Army demanded
SECOND - HAND
BOOKS and EQUIPMENT
There’s no use bleedin’
about it—just come over to
the Co-op and get it. We
have just what you want
and we invite you to use the
facilities of “Your Own
Store” often. Yep, that’s
the Student Co-op.
\
STUDENT CO-OP
“Your Own Store’
its pound of flesh and a physical
training program calculated to
strike fear to the heart of a Com
mando was put into action. Bur-
pees, push-ups, 300-yard dash were
included and the men will be again
examined upon completion of the
course to note improvement.
Courses officially began April
12th and will continue until July
3rd, when the trainees will again
appear before a board for reclassi
fication and consideration for the
next term.
Last month a cadet and* merit
system was incorporated under the
supervision of Capt. W. O. Reeves,
F.A., with the assistance of 1st.
Sgt. Fred Swan and Sgt. A. L.
Swett, for the purpose of giving
experience to the potential Officer
Candidates.
Through highways and byways,
from the far corners of our coun
try, the engineers have traveled
far and wide and are now assem
bled as a unit in Spence hall.
At heart we are still loyal to
our native states. The Californian
prides himself as coming from the
land of honey; the Texans, Suh,
we are gentlemen; New Yorkers
take pride in their ball teams, es
pecially them bums from Brook
lyn; Chicagoans, ours is the finest
city, swell to the boys in uniform;
and running true to form, the Mis
sourians, Show me.
We are now all grouped and our
only difference appears to be which
of the three branches of engineer
ing, civil, mechanical or electrical
overshadows the other two. Yet
each is dependent on the other for
advice and assistance.
Hats off to Lt. Arthur Jors, our
new Commanding Officer, who has
plenty of punch and is always
eager to lend a helping hand. To
our skipper we come with our
tales of woe and shortly after
wards we emerge smiling. But
above all we are never permitted
to forget that we are soldiers. Our
editor, Pat Bradley, swell chap who
has seen plenty of service (ladies
hose) and is some judge and ex
ponent on the fair sex.
JUST AN M. E.
It took us a couple of months
but we’ve finally broken into print.
From here on watch our smoke!
We are the Engineers! . . . Our
name and reputation preceded us
here, and by study we’ll try to live
up to the name. But, then we’ll
have plenty of time to fulfill the
rep if we manage to get through
the first three months. We have
only a year or so of physics, a se
mester of algebra, the same of
trigonometry, analytical geometry,
calculus and machine drawing to
cover in twelve weeks. Nothing
hard, you see . . . plenty of time
for everything with a few mo
ments left for P.E. obstacle course,
two mile run, baseball, basketball
pushups, et al. Oh yes, and our
regular military education. In our
spare time we sleep. After a year
of this we are all set to become
oficers (I get this straight from
the latrine, but then many a cam
paign and election has been settled
there.)
We live in Spence Hall, across
the street from the sailors. Had a
little trouble with all their five
o’clock whistles at first. That’s
all settled now. We just awaken
at five and lie around until our
reveille call at six. Simple isn’t it.
All in all though, we are glad to
be at A. & M. and we hope you
Aggies are as glad to have us.
You’ll be hearing more from us
and about us from now on. Bye
now.
Phone 4—1168
4-1181
Open at 1 p. m.
TODAY - WEDNESDAY
“SEVEN MILES
FROM ALCATRAZ”
— with -T-
James Craig
Bonita Granville
THURS. - FRI. - SAT.
“ORCHESTRA
WIVES”
— with
George Montgomery
Ann Rutherford
Glenn Miller Orchestra
TUESDAY - WEDNESDAY
Joe E. Brown
— in —
“THE DARING
YOUNG MAN”
— also
Sports and News
COMING ATTRACTION
Sunday and Monday
ITS A COLLEGE FULL OF ENTERTAINMENT!
as
W! RNER BROS! Re-release witu dick powell
PI IISCILLA LANE • ROSEMARY LANE
Directed by WILLIAM KEIGHLEY
■i cut Lyra by Dick Whiting & Johnny Mercer
E iee) buy i (ma
“Bat” and you of A. & M. for al
lowing us to become a part of
your tradition. And know you that
when we go forth it will be with
pride of A. & M. in our hearts,
and on our lips will be, “Yes sir,
my college was V.M.I. and Texas
A. & M.” . . . “That’s right, I’m a
Buckeye and an Aggie.” . . . “Col
lege town, surely, Cambridge and
College Station . . . I’ve lived in
both.”
May we prove worthy of your
name and may we bring new glory
to your old glory.
“SAGA”... by Brad
“The miners came in forty-
nine” ... and so the’'story goes.
But the Army forty-niners were
no miners ... It was when the
last battery of test had been fired,
the last pencil laid to rest, when
the last smoke of fevered brow
had risen, there was discovered
forty-nine who were neither ani
mal, vegetable nor yet mineral.
With pure Army Snafu forty-
nine had been sent to the wrong
college, for there was to be no
basic engineering taught here, no
psychology, no language.
And so as we others worked our
slip sticks proving again that two
times two is 3.9999999, there came
into being the forty-niners whiling
away their hours with hup-twos,
push-ups, baseball and bull. Here
on an athletic scholarship was the
comment. Training for soft-ball
cadres said others.
A goodly group they were, too.
Our first Cadet C.O. was a forty-
niner, now “Dickie Boy” Nelson is
at Stanford University studying
Psychology, and Bud Koehler, co
author of the “strictly G.I.” show,
is also on the coast. Johnny Toner
is taking basic in New Mexico and
will be back ere long. Ben Mor
rison, the last to go, writes from
the University of California, “As
for the school, it is large, very
beautiful and quite friendly, but
why in h— it was built in a bunch
of gullies on the side of a mountain
beats me. We get enough walking
and climbing just going to classes
and back to ruin the morale of a
common Texas mule.”
This . . . this . . . blasphemy of
my dearest, my own, my alma ma
ter. My beautiful sun drenched
hills overlooking the city by the
golden gate . . . Alas it was ever
thus. Even heaven has compain-
ants to the C.O. that the golden
streets do not bear the 22k stamp.
Closer home, forty-niner, Rufus
Grace just proved that eight hours
a day of hup-twos is indeed better
than early to bed, early to rise.
Grace flew around the muddy mile
and seven-tenths jaunt the other
day in better than ten minutes.
Pat Blanford, no forty-niner, ex
cept perhaps in years, showed that
even C.O.’s could run by beating
in under twelve.
-TUESDAY MORNING, JUNE 8, 1943
make up the 1st ST. Co., Unit
3800. A unit composed of soldiers
from every branch of the Army
from MP to KP.
“What are we doing here?” If
you can answer that, you have an
swered a question that no one else
on this campus has been able to
answer . . not even the military
personnel. The latrine generals
have it all doped out . . . the same
way they solved Hitler’s secret
weapon.
To the campus goes the credit
of baptizing this organization the
“Engineers.” The Army lists it as
the “Specialized Training Unit.”
Three branches of engineering are
offered under this system, mechan
ical, civil and electrical.
The soldiers are taught on an
accelerated program. Accelerated,
that’s where you stoop over to pick
up your pencil and miss two weeks
of physics. This advanced engi
neering course lasts one year. We
hope to last an equally long time.
The fellows of the Army Special
ized Training Unit No. 3800 are
proud of their organization. It was
a tough outfit to get into but it’s
so easy to get out of.
Sgt. Webb, one hour of his long
awaited furlough gone, - receives
a telegram from his C.O. ordering
him to report to A. & M. College
of Texas immediately. Pvt. “Pat”
Putzer called off the drill field at
Camp Maxey and given two hours
to pack his barracks bag and catch
the train to A. & M. College of
Texas. Similar experiences could
be related for 105 more men who
<IMD® ulMiH
When in Doubt About Your
Eyes or Your Glasses
Consult
DR. J. W. PAYNE
Optometrist
109 S. Main Bryan
Next to Palace Theatre
COMMENT BY THE EDITOR
We are the Engineers! Hell rais
ing, God fearing, slide rule push
ing Engineers.
From California and Maine, from
Florida and Washington, from Illi
nois and Texas we have assembled
under your roof to partake of your
hospitality and knowledge. To eat
at your board and learn from your
Bard we are thus gathered here
for unknown (to ourselves) rea
sons.
Enough it is to know that the
Army has confidence in our abil
ity, has faith in our future. Enough
it is to know that our future is
your future, for, with our fellow
service men the sailors and ma
rines, with our fellow Aggies,
whose college we toast, we are to
day your students, tomorrow your
fighters, and next week your lead
ers. -
For in true A. & M. tradition
we are being trained for service,
service to our army in this time
of peril, service to our country
when peace on earth will reign
once more.
So . . . we, the heterogenous
mixture of medics and artillery
men, of MPs and KPs, of infantry
and air corps, thank you of the
COME
ON IN,
FELLOWS
, A s D = 9c & 20c
Tax Included
Box Office Opens 1 p. m.
Closes 7:30
I'm still
BUYING
There’s fellows around here that are depending on me
to get them some much needed equipment—so now I’m
buying. Bring me what you have to sell and I’ll pay you top
prices.
I need most them things here—if you have them bring
them to Lou for better prices:
DRAWING INSTRUMENT
SLIDE RULES
USED VETENINARY BOOKS
BASIC R. O. T. C. MANUALS
New students-
get them!
ngineering books are here—come and
OUR COLLEGIATE
DICTIONARIES
HAVE ARRIVED
SEZ ALBERT THE AGGIE:
“YEP - - DEFINITELY LOU’S
A LULU - - - HE TREATS YOU
RIGHT!
LOUPOT’S
‘Trade With Lou —He’s Right With You’