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THE BATTALION
THURSDAY MORNING, JULY 22, 1943
OFFICIAL
NOTICES
Classified
LOST—Pair reading glasses in brown
leather case with name of optometrist—
S. H. Laufer, New York City—embossed
on case. Please return to H. R. Glassey,
Y3c Navy Administration Office. Will be
in market for seeing-eye dog if can’t be
found!
—FISH TALES—
(Continued from Page 2)
by none other than “I” Company
of the second stoop. The final
score wah 21-1... The “I” fish were
sparked by our dazzling pitcher
Max Mohnke. In one inning, the
fish batted around three times
each. Nice going, boys!
Acting Cadet Major Alan Pike
has gotten into the groove and is
really doing a swell job as the
Fourth Battalion Commander.
Keep it up, Alan, we’ve really got
somebody with tonsils now.
It seems as if a certain fish in
room 232 has really got an extreme
case of the “reds”. His roommate
left for home last week and also
he thinks he’s not a wolf anymore.
That makes him sad, very sad.
And along with that, he has trou
ble keeping his prize “jock” boots
together. Every night those boots
walk out of his room and take a
little stroll down the hall. (Won
der how they do that?) Then the
proud owner sends out a posse af
ter them. But he usually finds
them in his laundry bag. The
boots are of the rarest type, and
the value is estimated to be in the
millions (Confederate money).
Then there was the frog who
went around the campus saluting
all the refrigerators because he
thought that one of them might
be General Electric.
Major Gerald P. Lerner, tactical
officer for Dorm. 14, announced
last Tuesday that there would be
an inspection of rooms over the
holidays and that there would also
be a similar inspection at 12:05
P. M. Friday. It has also been an
nounced that if any room was
found disorderly, it would warrant
an immediate cancellation of pass
es to its occupants for the rest of
the current semester. This can
mean but one thing, boys. We’ve
really got to get in that room and
have it spick and span by Friday
noon.
The physical education program
has been stepped up, it seems. Ne
ver before have we seen such ex
ercise. Of course we don’t mind
doing push ups, 100 yard dashes,
sit ups etc., but to run the cross
country on top of all that, well,
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“how about some other day, Mr.
Putnam?”
Since a water shortage has fal
len upon us, we fish have a time
taking a shower. We can only use
water while washing the soap off
us. But there’s at least one or two
men with ingenuity always among
us. “Boots” Eberspacher and his
“old lady” Charlie Crabtree have
decided to start taking baths in
their wash basin. While “Boots” is
sitting in the bowl. Crabtree blows
all the soap off his roommate with
his snout. (Silly, isn’t it?)
A group of fish had a very se
cret watermelon party last Sun
day. It has been rumored that
seventeen watermelons were guz
zled up. But don’t wonder why you
didn’t get in on it. It was off the
campus.
If anybody wants to know any
thing about Analytics, just go see
Fishes Hawkins, Langston, or W.
H. Wallace. These boys are all
“queers” in that course. If you
don’t believe me, just look at some
of the grades they made on Mr.
Nelson’s quizzes.
Well, chemistry is still a four
hour course, and it needs to be stu
died every once in a while. So long
until the old grind starts again.
—BOMBARDIER’S—
(Continued From Page 3)
Stouse who heard a word sing
through his ears on the interphone.
And there was a crew of the Fort
ress next in formation who saw
the deadly spawn come tumbling
out of the belly of Mathis’ ship to
split the target and send it hea
ving in chunks up into the smoky
air.
And that was seconds aftiefr
Bombardier Mathis had been
struck and knocked backwards out
of his shattered bombing seat.
During these seconds, Navigator
Elliott watched Mathis roll him
self over onto his hands and knees
and crawl forward again to his
unharmed bombsight. His move
ments were slow, almost reflective,
and had about them a kind of ir
ritated, dogged stubbornness,
the resentful movements of a man
who has been unreasonably inter
fered with in the performance of
an important piece of work.
Mathis reached the bombsight.
Hb knelt and squinted through the
eyepiece. The navigator thought it
queer that he worked the control
and sighting knobs with his left
hand until he noticed the right
hanging limp.
The target was in line. The na
vigator glanced at his watch to
time the flight of the bombs. The
bombardier removed his left hand
from the knobs. His fingers reach
ed and found the solenoid,
switch. His head the character
istic little bombardiers hunch for
ward at the kill as he pressed his
eye still tighter to the finder. He
touched the switch. The Dutchess
bucked, free from the ton load.
“Bombs . . . .”, said Lieutenant
Mathis over the interphone. The
pilot and the co-pilot heard him,
the navigator at his side. The gun
ner parked in the tail and the gun
ner in the belly blister, the engi
neer and the radio operator.
“Bombs. . . ” but not “Bombs
away!” which is the Air Force
regulations.
Only the navigator at the junc
ture knew what had become of the
missing word or two, and what
had'become of Bombardier Mathis.
He looked up in time to see him
reach for the lever to the bomb
bay doors, push on it and fall over
backwards.
The enemy cannoneers on the
ground had killed him. But Bomb
ardier Mathis had also destroyed
his target and completed his mis
sion.
Heroism in natural to war. Du
ring those mysterious seconds
from the time that he was struck
his mortal blow until his death or
dying finger pressed the switch,
this twenty-two year old boy
transcended heroism, for in what
he did was no longer heroism, but
only the purest manifesatton of
the indomitable will and spirit of
an American.
Into the broken nose-cubicle of
the bomber swept only the winds
from enemy skies, but the divine
breath that animates the youth
of our country.
No man can tell the thoughts of
young Mathis in the greatest and
most beautiful moment of his
brief life, but one may guess that
perhaps there were no thoughts at
all, but only that rising gorge at
being balked at the moment of ac
complishment and victory, the in
stinctive reaction to the inexting
uishable flame of competition, the
same unconquerable will to win
that brings a fighter up from the
floor; that hurls an exhausted,
fatigue-blinded runner five more
strides to the tape, that sees the
downed ball carrier fight for that
last forward inch of ground.
In the slow, agonizing progress
—DRIFTING—
(Continued From Page 3)
all, aren’t we out to trap the big
gest rats in all history?
IT TAKES ALL KINDS
Mrs. Roosevelt says we owe our
selves the national debt. Can I pay
me my taxes?
AMUSING MUSINGS
And now Chester Davis resigns
as food czar! There’s nothing like
passing the job on to other boys
as soon as you get fed up yourself.
They’re talking of rationed wa
ter. About all that’s left is the
air. Breathe deeply while you can,
folks, breath deeply.
THINGS YOU NEVER HEAR
Yes, the girl I used to go with
has a lovely new boy friend. He is
the best looking, most intelligent,
charming little person!
LADY IN DISTRESS
Heard from a woman passenger
on a crowded bus in Bryan: “This
is my corner. Please, may I have
my leg?”
HEROES
Across the soft, white stillness of
a cloud
I picture unsung heroes marching
on,
The heroes, now forgotten, shoul
ders bowed,
Who first salute me and then are
quickly gone.
When all the heroes of the world
are met,
And all are standing in a mighty
row.
The ghostly tribunes of the dead
regret
That more such men are not on
earth below.
—TURRET TIPS—
(Continued From Page 3)
monly known as gluttons, namely
“Red-dog” Hendrickson, “Tubby”
Davenport, and Willie (the peo
ple’s friend) Gamboa. As soon as
they reach the table the food bus
iness is rushing. In their ability
to grasp and devour the food, they
have not as yet caught up with
the Chow-hounds at the other end
of the table.
By his intimate friends he is
called “Bow-wow”. By his profes
sors and others he is called Mr.
Wullenwaaber, which is suppose to
be Wullenwaber. After his first
flying experiences, the boys called
him “Barf”; this developed into
“Woffenwaber”. Now he comes by
most anything.
Two chore boys of Ramp 3 who
should not have their deeds go un
sung are Private Beasely and
Dwight Runner. Mr. Runner did
the talk of carrying over about six
bags of laundry Tuesday morning,
while Private Beasely was the lad
who bought eight quarts of coke
for the ball players who had just
finished the tie game was Squad
ron five.
—PROP WASH—
(Continued From Page 3)
Des Moines where he participated
in several extra-curricular activit
ies. His energy was distributed
among several fields. Jack played
on the tennis team, was in the
Glee club, took part in the march
ing band, wrote for the high
school newspaper, founded and was
president of the camera club. Be
sides these things he found time
to handle the job of branch man
ager for the Des Moines Register
and Tribune for his city.
After graduating from high
school Jack worked in the photo
graphic laboratory of the Sarwin
Studios in Des Moines. Following
this he went to work for Associat
ed Press as teletype operator, re
writer, and assistant photographer.
He then secured a position with the
Woltz Studios in the aerial survey
department. Mr. Shaw gave up this
position to work as a caterpillar
operator at the Des Moines Ord
nance Plant where he was em
ployed until he enlisted in the
Air Corps in September 1942. He
did commercial photography work
until he was called to active duty
in March of this year.
Acquaintance softens prejudice.
he made back to his post, in the
will to deny the death that had
come to him until he had rung up
the score for his team, Mathis was
speaking for his kind, the millions
upon millions like him—the men
of his country.
The “How and the “When” of
his passing in the light of this
story somehow becomes less im
portant, or what the doctors said,
or where he lies today, for perhaps
the truth might well be that young
Mathis did not die at all, nor ever
will. . . .
(Editor’s note! This story is ta
ken from the August issue of Es
quire, word for word. I have taken
the liberty of reprinting this be
cause of the fact that the late
Jack Mathis was a close friend of
mine, and I believe that this story
will be an inspiration to all who
are soon to take wings and fly.)
U. S. Treasury Departmen.
—HART THROBS—
(Continued From Page 3)
tinues for several seconds. This is
followed by terrible metallic crash.
This special sound effect is created
by several brass door jams being
thrown on the floor. It is very
realistic and scares hell out of
everybody.
AIR RAID INSTRUCTIONS
In case of an air raid, wear track
shoes. This is in case anyone gets
in your way you can get over them
fast.
If you are the victim of a direct
bomb hit, don’t go to pieces.
When the first siren blows,
scream bloody murder. It will add
to the confusion, and besides it
will scare hell out of the kids.
If you spot on incindiary bomb,
throw gasoline on it, and then lie
down—you’re dead.
If you spot an unexploded bomb,
throw it in the furnace it will
give the fire department some
thing to do.
When the blackont comes, take
advantage of the situation.
If in a bakery, grab a piece of
pie or cake.
If in a bar, grab a beer.
If in a theater, grab a blonde.
Eat onions, Limburger cheese,
and drink heavily before entering
an air raid shelter. This is to in
sure yourself of a good seat. The
persons located in your immediate
vicinity will become very much
aware of your presence and seek
other, more favorable locations.
When you see an air raid ward
en, kick him in the teeth; he al
ways saves the best seats for his
friends and himself anyway.
End Quote.
—CIRCLING—
(Continued From Page 3)
the official colors are ultramarine
blue and golden orange, so we were
a little right after all.
Gentlemen we wish to apologize
for one incorrect word of the Air
Corps song handed to you Friday.
The first line should read, “Off we
go,” instead of “Off we climb.”
Dr. Dodson, History Professor
has a new method of handling his
sleeping beauties in class. He has
a regular time table on the black
board whereon he keeps the time
of sleeping and awaking of the
students, then it is impossible for
them to deny that they have been
sleeping.
A/S Kenwood M. Jackson and
—SPOTLIGHT—
(Continued from Page 3)
right center and advanced to third
while Martin was called out on
strikes and Burman walked. Platt
scored the winning tally from
third when Squadron III tried the
short throw play when Burman
swiped second.
The Detachment gold tournament
advances another step this after
noon when Ssuadron III tees off
at 2 p. m. at the Bryan Country
club golf course. Squadrons I and
II have had their intersquadron
competition and the Detachment
playoff is nearing as the Squad
rons finish their tourney.
BOXSCORE
Squadron II
ab
h
r
Stump, ss
1
0
2
Davis, 2b
2
0
1
Chestnut, cf ..
3
0
1
Wright, lb
2
0
2
Platt, 3b
4
2
1
Martin, c
4
0
1
Burman*
0
0
0
Moodie, rf
3
1
1
Hill, If
2
2
1
Marnett, p. ..
3
0
0
Collett, sf
3
1
0
totals 27
6
10
Squadron III
ab
h
r
Garvin, 2b
3
0
1
Fled rf
3
0
2
Zabel, ss
3
1
1
In getting promised help, let’s
hope Chiang Kai-Chek has more
than a Chinaman’s chance.
Congress has just passed a bill
to erect a monument to Dr. George
Washington Carver, famed negro
scientist.
A/S Barney Loomis pulled a
“prize” Tuesday while talking to
Lt. H. B. Segxest. Quote—Jackson:
“This fella ‘Fish’ sure must have
been famous, because his name is
everywhere around here. It is on
the water-tower, on the roof tops,
in the assembly hall and so on, in
fact everywhere.”
Loomis: “Yea, he must have
really been somebody all right!”
Lt. Segrest: “Ahem, Gentlemen,
‘FISH’ is the name given to the
first semestef Freshmen Aggies
here!” Oh well, live and learn, add
two more red faces to the ledger
account and chalk it up to ex
perience. We’ll see you again a
week nearer VICTORY!
MAKE CLOTHES
LAST LONGER
WITH PROPER
CARE IN CLEANING
o
Proper cleaning and removing all
the dirt and grit from clothing will
make them last much longer and
look nicer. Have your clothes clean
ed at the Campus Cleaners where you
have the assurance that the best
materials and the greatest of skill
and care will be exercised.
CAMPUS CLEANERS
Thursday, July 22
11:25 a. m. Home Front News
11:30 a. m. Something to Read—Dr.
T. F. Mayo and Library Staff
11:40 a. m. Dramatized News
Events
11:45 a. m. Brazos Valley Farm
and Home Program—FSA
11:55 a. m. News—Interviews
12:00 a. m. Sign-Off
McCloud, p 4 2 2
Rodimank, cf 3 1 1
Fallon, 3b 2 1 2
Giglietta, lb 2 0 0
Parr, sf 2 1 0
Perry, sf 1 0 0
Starch, c 2 0 0
Carnahan, If 3 0 0
totals 28 6 9
*Burman hit for Moodie in 7th
r h e
Squad. II 5-3-1-0-0-0-1 10 6 3
Squad. Ill 4-0-2-1-0-0-0 9 6 2
Squad. I 0-0-0-0-0-1-3 4
Squad. V 0-0-0-0-3-0-1 4
LEAGUE STANDING
(playoff included)
W L
Pet.
Squadron I
2
1
.666
Squadron V
2
1
.666
Squadron II
2
2
.500
Squadron III
1
3
.250
Friday, July 23
6:02 a. m. Texas Farm and Home -
Program—TQN, Dairy—A. V.
Moore; Forestry—D. A. Ander- -
son
11:25 a. m. Home Front News
11:30 a. m. Student Personnel Of
fice’s Findings
11:40 a. m. Industry looks to the
Future
11:45 a. m. Brazos Valley Farm and
Home Program—Triple A
11:25 a. m. News from Air Corps
12:00 a. m. Sign-Off
4:30 p. m. Panel Discussion—John «
Quisenberry, George Potter, W.
A. Varvel “How Shall Medical
Service be Financed in the Fu
ture”
5:00 p. m. Tragedy at Sea—Play by ~
Radio Club
5:15 p. m. Bryan Air Field
5:30 p. m. Sign-Off
Saturday, July 24
6: OS a. m. Texas Farm and Home -
Program—TQN, Treasury De- -
partment.—Jack Criswell
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