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THE BATTALION
SATURDAY MORNING, NOVEMBER 13, 1943
STUDENT TBI-WEEKLT NEWSPAEE*
TEXAS A. & M. COLLEGE
The Battalion, official newspaper of the Agricultural and Meehaniaal Collage of
Texas and the City of College Station, is published three tins as weakly, and issued
Tuesday, Thursday and Saturday mornings.
Entered as second class matter at the Post Jffice at Collette Station, Texas,
Linder the Act of Congress of March 3, 1870.
Subscription rate $3 per school year. Advertising rates upon request.
Represented nationally by National Advertising Service, Inc., at Now York City,
Chicago, Boston, Los Angeles, and San Francisco.
Office, Room S, Administration Building. Telephone 4-6444.
1942 Member 1943
Associated GoUe&ide Press
H. Sylvester Boone Editor-in-Chief
Andy Matula - Associate Editor
Sports Staff Tuesday’s Staff
Harold Borofsky Sports Editor Charlie Murray Managing Editor
William Baker Sports Reporter Ed Katten Reporter
Robert Orrick Sports Reporter Charles West Reporter
Claude Stone Sports Photographer Charley L. Dobbs Reporter
Thursday’s Staff
David Seligman Managing Editor
Max Mohnke Reporter
R. L. Weatherly Reporter
J. W. (Tiny) Standifer Reporter
Special Columnists
Archie Broodo (Aggie) For Lass-o
SuSu Beard (T.S.C.W.) For Battalion
Advertising Staff
John Kelly Business Manager
Charles R. West Ass’t. Business Mgr.
Saturday’s Staff
Andy Matula Managing Editor
Fred Mangel, Jr Reporter
John T. Scurlock Reporter
James C. Grant Reporter
Miscellaneous
David Seligman Columnist
J. W. Standifer Staff Photographer
Circulation Staff
Steele H. Nixon Circulation Mgrr.
George Puls Ass’t. Circulation Mgr.
Today is the Day . . .
Today is the day that every Aggie has been looking for
ward to, and, that is the day when the fightin’ Texas Aggies
play the Rice Owls in Houston. A win today will mean the
Aggies will be able to go into the Texas University game
on Thanksgiving Day with an almost perfect record; that is,
only one tie which stands in the way of that perfect record
of seven games won.
Aggies will be found everywhere in Houston today.
They will be found on every corner, sidewalk, drug stores,
residential districts, and every other place that any college
student might be found on the day of the big game. Today
is, in reality, the day for the Aggies because they won’t
leave the Rice stadium without that game being their’s. A
mid-night yell practice was held last night, and it brought
back memories to the exes who were once enrolled in A, &
M. and it kept the spirit high among those who are now
Aggies.
This will be a chance for the Aggies to show the City
of Houston what an Aggie is because there is quite a bit of
doubt as to whether they know. Show them as much consid
eration as they do for you. If the citizen’s of this city are
the perfect hosts like the City of Fort Worth was, then it
is your duty to receive and act upon their courtesy as per
fect guests should act. Fort Worth made you feel like you
were wanted so see if Houston won’t do the same. Remember,
however, that this is your day, and you know what to do
with the Rice Owls.
Women and the Post-War World
Since the first of September, 1939, women have been
taking an increasingly large part in what was once called
“A man’s world.” Women have been building ships, airplanes
and munitions for the men who were once doing the job
themselves. Though the introduction of women into the work
world on so large a scale was not necessarily through choice,
the women have shown, almost without exception, that they
can do a man’s job as well, or better than a man.
But with this development of woman power have come
many problems, not the least of which is the problem of
the post-war "position of the feminine worker. The ordinary
thought on the subject has been that at the end of the war
woman’s place will again be in the home.
Recently, however, Dean William Bowling of the Col
lege of Liberal Arts, Washington University, in an address
welcoming new students brought forth a new thought on
women at work. Dean Bowling said, “ . . . They (college
women) alone have the privilege of training themselves for
efficient and effective service in the post-war world.”
As Dean Bowling suggests, the period when we will
cease to be dependent on women for work once done by
men is not to appear immediately upon the demobilization of
the Army and Navy. The men who have been trained for
Army life cannot be expected to pick up highly technical and
specialized tasks immediately. That will be up to the women
who have taken this oportunity to prepare themselves for, in
the words of Dean Bowling, “the age of the college women.”
Possibly, it might be suggested that the solution will
not be found in exclusion of women for certain jobs by the
old edict of tradition, but instead, let individual ability and
training determine the status of the individual.—Student
Life, Washington University.
How To Write To That Boy
“Everybody in the outfit was
feeling kind of low. Our mail came,
and the next day was our second
big battle. The mail made a lot of
difference in the way that battle
went. Everybody went into it* feel
ing good—they had heard from
home.”
No artful blurb, this, from the
facile typewriter of a Washington
publicity man. Those are the words
of a battle-hardened combat sol
dier, recorded by men of the Army’s
Special Service Division during an
investigation to discover the kind
of mail soldiers like to get. Multi
ply that statement a thousand
times and you’ll understand why
Army officials consider mail from
home the greatest little morale
builder ever invented.
There’s such heap big medicine
in a V-mail envelope from Du
buque that unsentimental Army
men are prepared to use the whole
might of the armed froces to as
sure its delivery. For the first time
in the history of the war, a boy in
a slit trench can get—by airmail,
no less—his page of ardent no
things from Janie in Sioux Falls.
The Army tenderly cradles a ship
ment of mail on every ship and
plane leaving this country. From
rear installations in combat areas,
planes shuttle the mail to the most
advanced foxhole. In North Africa,
one Army Post Office on a much-
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To Whom It May Concern:
We just wanted to relay a few
thoughts that the ex-Aggies have
about the situation at Aggieland.
That team of ours—we all know
it’s the best. When they told us
we wouldn’t win but one game, they
didn’t reckon with the scrappiest
team the Aggies have put on the
field in a long time, but you al
ready know about this.
What we want to know is, do
the yell leaders know the yells?
Let’s get them to brush up on
“Lizzie” and slow “Aggies’’ down.
And why can’t we get all of the
substitutions, It is the duty of
those down front, regardless of
their classification, to “pass those
yells back.” It is also up to the
yell leaders to wait till the corps
passes them to stop. That team
means as much to us as it does to
the corps, and we want to show
them how we feel . . . They are al-
To whom it may concern:
Saturday, at the game one of the
worst things that has happened
on this campus was witnessed. The
Spirit of Aggieland was being play
ed, 2000 cadets were singing and
all of the people in the stands ex
cept for about twenty were stand
ing as the song of A. & M. was
played. But these twenty were seat
ed right behind the band in the
Aggie section. What is more they
were merely disinterested specta
tors from the A. T. T. P. unit on
this campus.
We Aggies have tried to show
these boys some of our hospitality
and friendship. We do not mind
them coming to our football games
and not yelling. We would rather
have them for us, but that is up
to them. However if they are in
our section, we expect them to
abide by our traditions. This means
to stand during the game and
ways complaining about us being
too loud; Army, pass those yells
back and we’ll rock the stadium.
Let’s make them admit that we are
“true to each other as Aggies can
be.”
About that yelling, let’s watch
it when we have the ball. We can
sing and yell when “they” have
the ball and it won’t hurt anyone.
It doesn’t make any difference
what those poor souls think over
in Tea-land, we know who’s the
best. They know they’ll never stop
100% of us, so let’s not have any
2 percenters among us. This is our
year Army, let’s beat the hell out
of Rice and Texas.
Pfc’s
Sylvan E. Ray, ’43
Gene Paschall, '44
James F. Johnson, ’44
Kenneth A. Ring, ’45
R. Kenneth Williams, ’45
Eddie G. Noyes, ’45
Robert V. Thurmand, ’45
hump on our yells. This doesn’t
seem like much to ask from our
“guests.” Yet among these units
there are some twenty or more
men who wouldn’t even stand for
the school song.
While on the subject it doesn’t
seem right that these “guests’’ of
ours should yell for the other
team merely because they are play
ing the Aggies. Yet in every game
played on the campus the A. S. T.
P. (excluding Aggies-exes and ac
tivated seniors) has yelled for the
other team.
We are trying to make your stay
at College Station an enjoyable
one; all we ask is that you coop
erate with us a little bit.
Ed Katten ’46
Bobby Kleas ’46
James Kirk ’46
Arthur C. Hay ’46
B. C. Reeves ’46
W. E. Denerstein ’46
By SuSu Beard
lin /on
Goodness, it’s too bad that you
aren’t thoroughly aware of the
disturbances around here, caused
by the girls who are going to
Houston for the game with Rice.
Things are most confusing as
everyone is borrowing each others
clothes and so on. As it is now,
no one knows who’s who or what’s
who. With this in mind A & M.
can expect feminine support from
T. S. C. W.—even from those no
nearer the game than the air
waves permit.
Sunday afternoon the girls be
gan returning from College Sta
tion. They came dancing in with
droopy eyes and happy smiles. Of
course, we all demanded to know
immediately exactly what happen
ed or what didn’t happen. How
ever, it wasn’t until Monday that
the reply was anything other than
“Gee, it was wonderful!” Now that
might be all right for an answer,
but it isn’t sufficient when you
want to know if your true love had
had a date with another girl, or if
the boy with the eyes flirted with
someone else.
Fellows, drastic things have been
happening. Many of you have been
writing here to your box number,
but there hasn’t been a corres
ponding T. S. C. W. box for all
those letters. Our boxes number
from 2001 to 2923, so those of you
who have not written within this
series can now understand whey
there has been no reply. Most of
these letters were mailed around
the first of the month, so if your’s
was among the forlorn letters, how
about writing again, no telling
what may result.
We spend hours each day trying
to guess just how long our Christ
mas holidays will be. All of us are
keeping our fingers and eyes
crossed while hoping for a month.
This would mean that several of
you would get to see several of
your friends, but most likely at
the same time. My, wouldn’t that
be nice?
Here’s imagining that the big
score of this week’s game belongs
to the Aggies—best of luck.
SuSu
bombed airfield dug Its quarters
fifteen feet underground—and the
mail went through. Thousands of
former civilian postal clerks, brist
ling with pistols and tommy guns,
and specially tutored in the ways
of Army mail, do their jobs so
well that a letter addressed sim
ply to “Tex, Machine Gun Company,
—Camp” actually reached the sol
dier.
What’s the soul-nourishing vita
min in a letter from home? Inter
viewers of the Army Service Forces
grilled thousands of servicemen
on this point. The answers provide
an infallible recipe to follow when
you’re writing to your own ser
viceman.
Family chit-chat, news of friends,
home-town gossip—these are the
basic ingredients. The boy wants
to know how the family is doing
financially, and that you’re busy
as a beaver shortening the war on
the home front. He’ll be secretly
tickled to hear that a mad after
noon of Victory gradening brought
Uncle Wilbur down with lumbago.
And don’t forget to tell him, in a
manly sort of way, that you’re
all crazy to have him back.
Tell him what happened to his
friends in the service; you know
more about them than he does.
Write about the girls he knows, and
who’s marrying whom; but if his
special girl is gadding about with
other men, for heaven’s sake, just
forget the whole thing. Write about
the town’s night life, and what’s
cooking at the places he used to
like. How are the home teams ma
king out? Is point rationing turn
ing Mother into a C. P. A.? Have
his family, and his country, any
plans for his future after the war?
He wants to know.
Spare him your worries; he has
his own. Don’t mutter about civili-
3801st Sparkles
By Julius Bloom
Rugged individualist to the ex
treme degree, Pvt. Melvin Tracht-
man has solved for himself, and
posterity, the problem of how to
make the most time in the morning.
Faced by the bane of a G. I’s exist
ence, the problem of policing one’s
environs, “Schoolboy” Mel has hit
upon an excellent practice.
Any of these cold mornings, if
you care to arise that early, Mel
will be found in the place, busily
set about washing and shaving in
preparation for a hard day at the
library. The trick of it all lies in
the fact that the abolutions are per
formed long before the dearly be
loved bugler is pondering whether
the happy young chap who awaken
ed him is kidding; diligence, to say
the least.
Pfc. Robert Snoddy has sweated
through the rigors of classification
to enter into the hallowed circles
of the classified sections. Never
one to be daunted by obstacles,
Snoddy really put out on this one.
Unfortunately, the lad is addicted
to being flat, and needless to say,
in his company, the use of tobacco
is a social obligation more than a
personal luxury. He’s a good lad
to have around, though, between
sips of beer.
When a group of his buddies
left, recently, Pvt. James Abbot
was left with a sweet momemto.
The dear chaps, knowing that Jim
would be on c. q. the next morning,
systematically proceeded to insure
his working the fullest extent of
his time. It was humorous when
they soaped up the windows of Ab
bott’s room, but that waterproof
shoe polish they used for tic-tac-
toe on the walls was a bit too much.
Abbott is on exhibition every
day as the perfect example of a
man with nervous prostration. Ad
mission is only to orphans 99 years
old who have their parents’ written
consent.
One good Joe in these parts is
S/Sgt. George Reed, pappy of
Project House One. Reed is help
ing to referee the football games
played in the inter-house tourna
ment. No mean purveyor of pig-
skinneiy himself. George played
with his college team a few years
back, and from his appearance now,
one would imagine that he was a
more than competent guard.
Surprisingest sight of many
weeks was the way Reed grabbed
a copy of the works of Shakespeare
that passed his way a few nights
ago; a soiind mind in a sound body.
However, one would say that the
weight he carries among the con
stituents of our group is more en
gendered by his gridiron prowess
than by his discussion of “Othello.”
In line with the football tourney,
if no other award has been selected
for the winning team, we care to
go on record as suggesting that
each member of the champion crew
be outfitted with one of Sgt.
Michael Broody’s rust-proof, dust-
proof, moth-proof, silver-plated,
streamlined, uncrackable T. S.
cards. These cards are said to be
honored on any post in the coun
try, and their real value lies in the
fact that cannot be punched, and
are thus everlasting.
With the dim-out lifted back
home, we wonder what will become
of the lines of smoochers who lined
the boardwalks at the beaches the
last time we saw Rockaway. Un
doubtedly, the poolrooms will be
getting a larger attendance, but
now that the boys have civilized
themselves to the company of fe
males, there is no telling to what
extremes they may resort. Natural
ly, none will ever think of that
most horrendous of expedients,
spending a quiet evening at home.
We were strictly a home boys
ourselves: as long as the gal’s
mother kept a well-stocked pantry.
an hardships; his are worse. Be
happy and newsy. Is your letter
fit to be read in a foxhole? Then
you’ve written a piece that Stein-*
beck couldn’t better.
Send snapshots, of course, but
when you photograph Mother be
sure she’s not poised winsomely
in front of an important arsenal.
The enemy is sly in sifting infor
mation from such little things. One
succulent topic you must never ■
write about is the weather. Sorry,
it’s a military secret; and so is
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By David Seligman
“Shadows of the Thin Man,” one
of the famous series featuring the
renown sleuth, Nick Carlos, his
wife Nora, and last, but not least,
their pooch Asta is the weekend
workout at Guion Hall. True to
form the cast gives out with good
comedy as well as melodrama. A
jockey murdered in the race-track
—COMMENT—
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first American to see the comet
since news of its discovery had been
received at Harvard several days
earlier. It is possible that he made
the only observations of the comet
from the Western Hemisphere, for
he reports that by Sept. 22 its
magnitude had dropped from
tenth to thirteenth,, making it very
difficult to locate.
Mr. Peltier states that the Dia-
maca comet was somewhat brighter
at the center but without any sug
gestion of nucleus or tail.
Mr. Peltier’s observations con
firmed the path of the comet as
indicated by the original discover,
although its motion was exceeding
ly rapid. This, and the rapid fading
of its light, explain why the comet
proved so elusive. However, Euro
pean astronomers observed it well
enough for an orbit to be com
puted. From this it appears that the
comet is already on its way into
the depths of space, having passed
nearest to the sun on Aug. 21.—
Science News Letter.
any discussion of adverse condi
tions affecting your farm or indus
try. The censor’s shears will snip
where your vigilance lapses, so
write on only one side of the paper.
Then the innocent won’t be cast
out with the censorable.
If you’re smart, you’ll use V-mail
for all overseas points. It’s faster,
and it will be delivered in spite
of Hell or high water. If a mail
carrying ship is sunk, your ordina
ry letter is irretrievably lost, but
the V-mail is reprocessed from the
original at the point of dispatch
and sent by the next available
means of transportation.—Reprint
ed from Ediphone in the S. I. N. U.
Egyptian.
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Joseph Gotten
SATURDAY PREVUE
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“VIVACIOUS
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— starring —
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Ginger Rogers
MONDAY, TUESDAY
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Bob Hope
Betty Hutton
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shower is the problem, the clues
are numerous and confusing, but
William Powell and Myma Loy
straighten evrything out and solve
the case. The show is witty as only
the Powell-Loy team can produce.
The dog does his share of the
sleuthing and gets lots of laughs.
The Lowdown: The dog is tops,
so are the other two.
The Campus egives “The Viva
cious Lady” as the ned of the week
attraction. Starring Ginger Rogers
and James Stewart, this is an old
reel, but still good,
Let’s all get down to Rice and
boost the team to victory, ole Army.
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A seminar in speech pathology
for in-service teachers is being or
ganized for the current term at
Wayne University, according to
A. W. Bilto, acting director of the
speech clinic, who stated that ma
jor emphasis in the course will he
laid upon the problems involved
in rehabilitation of soldiers injured
in the war.
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oAnnouncing!
Wilkerson Memorial Clinic Will Now
be known as the Bryan Hospital.
The Hospital will be an open staff to
all doctors in the Bryan trade terri
tory.
Dr. S. C. Richardson now has his
office in the Bryan Hospital.
OFFICE HOURS ARE 9 to 12, 2 to 6
Except Sundays
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Dr. Richardson’s Office 2-7424