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About The Battalion. (College Station, Tex.) 1893-current | View Entire Issue (April 26, 1946)
Page 2 The Battalion Friday Afternoon, April 26, 1946 In Peace As In War - - - During the last few weeks, A. & M. has received so much public praise for its war record that we have almost forgotten the important role of A. & M. in peace. The Hous ton Post, in a fine editorial this week, helps us set our selves straight. Says the Post: Through the R. O. T. C., the college is training more thousands of students for future military leadership if called upon to defend their country. But they are not preparing themselves for the profession of arms. This great institution is designed primarily to provide training especially in the fields represented in its name—agricultural and mechanical. And in those fields, A. & M. under the guidance of its dis tinguished president, Gibb Gilchrist, aspires to render the State and the Nation a greater service of peace than its service of war. An enlightened, scientific, agriculture and ever-progres- sive technological development through trained engineers make for a more successful, more prosperous nation. Their benefits may be spread out over the world, and to the extent that they contribute toward making other nations prosper ous and happy, they contribute toward making them peaceful. Truly, in these days when famine is ravaging so much of the world, and when so many cities and factories lie in ruins, the responsibility of the agriculturalist and the en gineer are as great as they were in war-time. LETTERS TO THE EDITOR APPLE PAN-DOWDY SERVED IN SBISA HALL! To the Editor Now that Shoo-Fly Pie has been stripped of its mystery by that Tessie, who informed you where to find the recipe, may I clear up the identity of Apple Pan-Dowdy? Hold tight to your seats—I’ve eaten apple pan-dowdy in Sbisa and Duncan halls on this very campus. Or at least it was some thing close to it. The Texas name for apple pan-dowdy is Apple Cob bler! . There is a slight difference: true New England apple pan-dowdy has no bottom crust, and is usually served with hard sauce. But who has enough butter and powdered sugar these days to make hard sauce ? I have eaten apple pan-dowdy in New England and shoo-fly pie in the Pennsylvania Dutch country, and can testify that the popular song does not exaggerate the good ness of either. In fact, my mouth is watering right now! Wick van Kowenhouven. Bryan (Wish those Home-Eco Tessies would bake us some Shoo-Fly Pie and Apple Pan-Dowdy.—Ed.) Dear Informal Correspondent Via The Batt Editor Here is the recipe for apple pan dowdy: 6 apples, sliced; 1 cup light brown sugar; 4 tablespoons but- DR. N. B. McNUTT DENTIST Office in Parker Building Over Canady's Pharmacy Phone 2-1457 Bryan, Texas ter; % cup cider; spices. The Vitamin Cook Book. Page 637. Mrs E. C. Hodges College Station (We’re getting hungrier every minute.—Ed.) WOMEN’S HATS There has been much ado about the changes in “Aggieland” tradi tions, conditions and admissions in recent years, especially since the outbreak of the current war. But the changes that are first to be ob served by those who return are the changes that are concomitant with the appearance of the fair lassies on the campus. Strangely enough the one thing I observed when I first ar rived back on the campus was the most conspicuous “Sky Piece” of the fair lassies. There are big hats and there are other hats, but the craziest hats of them all are the women’s hats. Did I hear some one say this or have I sorta ac quired the idea alone ? Whether it be original or not I think that it unamiously voices the opinion of the stronger sex. The men have been very considerate, suave, and even in some cases brave about the whole thing. They have tried time and again to point out the ab surdity of those darn hats in a kind and considerate way, but it seems as though more drastic steps will have to be applied before a compromise will be reached. As a good deed toward humanity I offer as a suggestion that we adopt a sort of “Board of Control” to put a check on some of the more “‘Modern Creation”. A few months ago I was visit ing in one of our southern metro polis and was staying at one of its better hotels. iTuring my second day in the city I met one of my old classmates of days gone by. In cidentally'she had won three beau ty contests in high school and the beauty of it all was that she had changed very little. After rem iniscing of old school days I made a dinner date with her for the evening at the El Roytan Club where dining and dancing is a life long desire of all young girls of Mrs. C. D. Newsome B. S. in Business Administration Public Stenographer Over Aggieland Studio - N. Gate Honrs 9-5 FEATURES the state. Since Beryle, (that was her name) was an old friend and heart throb of mine, I was in a very high spirit when I dressed for the rendezvous at the El Roy- tan. As I stepped gaily through the entrance I was immediately jamm ed in the seven o’clock rush. While waiting for the rush to subside so I could continue to my destination, I observed directly in front of me a young lady with one of those fowl looking hats with a fuzzy feather perched atop her dome. Feathers have always caused me to suc cumb to agonizing hay fever, so you can see I was trying to evade such a catastophe. But as I was turning to escape she nodded to a friend—the feather gushed with a long thrust across my nose and I immediately went into a hysterical fit of sneezing. After sneezing for some time like an in verted pendulum, but looking more like a kiwi, I felt what I thought were the pangs of death in the back of my neck. I turned around, half expecting to see an Apache Indian, but I saw only a brazen female. On top of her head sat the instrument of death, as it looked to me, a long ornamental arrow struck through her red, heart- shaped hat. I noticed the arrow dripped red blood—my blood. I had to use an extra handerchief, hav ing borrowed one from a sympathic bystander; one to sneeze in and one to stanch the gushing blood from my severed neck. I then continued to the mez zanine where I was to meet Beryle. I spotted her at a table I had reserved for the evening and wav ed to her through the jungle of the latest “American, not Paris, Creations”. I was truly welcoming the thought of a quiet, peaceful dinner. I sat down and was as tonished to behold the screwiest (See WOMEN’S HATS, Page 3) Engineers Must be Well Equipped MAKE ONE STOP TO BUY ALL YOUR NEEDS NEW and USED STUDENT CO-OP STORE Ed Garner, ’38 FRESHMEN -V when you bring those uniforms to the North Gate it’s LOUPOfS TRADING POST — for — Quality and Speed — Dry Cleaning Service FIRST BAPTIST CHURCH R. L. 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