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Page 2 WEDNESDAY, MARCH 2, 1949
"Soldier, Statesman, Knightly Gentleman”
Lawrence Sullivan Ross, Founder of Aggie Traditions
Smoke, Smoke, Smoke That Cigarette . . .
Somebody’s to blame.
That “somebody” is doing a lot of
jockeying with Marshal Plan money and
dishing it out to overseas needy people
in the form of things they really don’t
need.
A recent news release stated that
more than half of $11,534,000 in Marshal
plan aid is going to Germany as tobacco
shipments. Tobacco, as we recall, is not
something you give to a hungry man, or
hungry people.
A number of Americans who have re
cently returned from Europe hear the
complaint, “We appreciate your aid, but
you do insist on our taking many things
we don’t need.”
If that was part of the bargain for
politicians to pass the Marshall plan, may
be we should not beat our chests as being
“good hearted” Americans giving aid to
What Progress? ...
All day yesterday I thought about this
being Texas Independence Day. I clean
ed out each drawer in my desk and leafed
through all the comic books in my refer
ence library looking for an inspiration for
an Independence editorial. I felt the day
was deserving of great words.
Last night I went to my room with
no editorial written. I fell into a fitful
slumber with no more inspiration than a
Democratic doorkeeper at a Republican
convention.
Suddenly I heard a polite cough, and
looked up to see a man dressed in buck
skin, standing by my bed. He was lean-
'ing on a long, muzzle loading rifle and a
powder horn hung at his belt.
When I recovered sufficiently to ask
him who he was and what brought him
to my room, he answered that he was a
representative of the Sons of San Jacinto,
an organization of early Texas. He had
just arrived from the organization’s local
heaven somewhere in East Texas, to check
on the manner in which we moderns were
handling the state.
As he picked up a copy of the evening
paper, and scraped his muddy boots on
my radiator, he remarked that 118 years
had brought on lots of changes, but all in
all, the old state still looked familiar.
“The weather and the roads haven’t
changed a bit” he said. I nooded ruefully
and shoved my C.E. book farther under
the mattress.
“Sure is a nice school you have here.”
My chest swelled perceptibly.
“I see, though, that your still paying
your teachers the same as we did” he con
tinued, leafing the paper. “From the price
of bacon here I don’t see how they live.”
The Passing Parade . ..
A small town in West Virginia con
tributes this post-incendiary tale:
Hamlin’s 375. high school students will
return to school next Monday in a church,
a jail and the preparation room of a mor
tuary.
The high school burned down last
needy peoples. Maybe, we’d better fess up
and say, “Sure. We send them seventy
per-cent what they want, and twenty-five
per cent what we want them to have.”
With this twenty-five percent, we can
let old Joe Taxpayer keep the tobacco in
terests, and the movie interests, and the
fancy tinned food interests in the black.
We just give the Europeans what we
think they need.
Of course a huge debt occurs, but
they won’t ever pay it anyway. And all
the while we’ll be dumping American sur
pluses that would cause price reductions
were they to be forced out into the domes
tic market.
Old Joe Taxpayer keeps plodding along
paying his heavy taxes, thinking he is
crusading for humanity, when actually he
is being played for a sucker by some of
his own American people.
Since I couldn’t figure it out either, I
scroughed down a bit in my bunk.
“This looks familiar” he went on, “You
have practically the same state constitu
tion we had when I joined the Association.
Not having the nerve to tell him how
it worked 100 years later, I smiled weakly,
and he continued.
“The congress looks familiar too,” he
said, scanning the paper. “Our first one
took six months to get organized and I see
yours has just about tied the record.”
I hung my head in shame.
“Well,” he said, “I suppose I had bet
ter be going. There have been a lot of
changes but there are still a lot of land
marks. I guess the state is in pretty good
hands after all.”
With that, he took up his rifle, opened
the window, and did a snap roll off into
space.
For several long minutes I stared up at
the ceiling and thought about my visitor.
Even missing some obvious details, he
may have been right. There are lots of
things wrong with our state, but as far
as we’re concerned it’s the best on this or
any other continent.
But should we let pride in the present
replace ambition for the future? There
are so many improvements we could make.
If my visitor could really make a com
plete survey of Texas, would he be satis
fied with what he found?
As I rolled over and pulled my blanket
up around my head I thought about the
possibility of my visitor coming back next
year.
I wonder if he’ll see any improvement
in anything except there being more land
marks.
Monday morning. The make-shift facili
ties were donated until other arrange
ments can be made.
Now that you mention it, we can see
many definite resemblances to those
places in our own beloved institution.
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‘Shut up and smoke your cigarette!”
Sneak Preview . . •
O’Keefe’s Lights Are Turned
Out, When Given “Raw Deal”
By Andy Davis
Raw Deal (Eagle Lion) star
ring Dennis O’Keefe, Claire
Trevor, and Marsha Hunt.
(Guion,).
Once again Dennis O’Keefe has
a gun' in his hand, only this time
he is on the opposite side of the
fence from the law.
With the aid of his girl friend,
Claire Trevor, and his ex-partner,
Ricky, O’Keefe escapes from the
State “Pen”. He does not know
that Ricky is counting on his be
ing disposed of in the process.
Marsha Hunt an innocent bystand-
re is dragged into the picture, and
is forced to accompany Trevor
and O’Keefe in the get-away.
With the drag-net out for the
escaped convict, the three head
for Frisco, dodging the state
troopers all the way. By the
time they reach their destina
tion Anne, Miss Hunt, has brok
en down O’Keefe’s defenses, shot
WOLVES SCATTER REINDEER
STOCKHOLM—(A*)—A reindeer-
herd of about 3,000 animals was
recently scattered by wolves in the
northernmost part of Lapland in
Sweden, far above the Arctic cir
cle.
After the attacks the Laps who
are dependent for their lives on
the reindeer could only assemble
400 of the frightened animals.
Many had been killed or wounded,
and the others had run away in
alarm. It will be hard work for the
Laps on their skis to bring them
together again.
About 40 wolves are believed to
hunt in this region. Dujing this
year they have killed between 500
and 600 reindeer.
Official Notice
SENIORS
Seniors graduating in June, July, or
August, 1949, who plan to order a set of
personnel leaflets must order these leaflets
not later than March 10. Orders for
leaflets will not be taken after March 10th,
until September, 1949.
Cost of Leaflets—$5 plus glossy applica
tion size photograph.
Where to Order—Placement Office, Room
230, Administration Building.
WENDELL R. HORSLEY,
Director,
Placement Office.
a man to save his life, and taken
a tumble herself.
O’Keefe plots Ricky’s downfall,
but Miss Trevor begs him to leave
Ricky alone. She almost succeeds
until he finds <out that Ricky has
Anne in his possession. . With his
one man army, O’Keefe wipes out
Ricky and his men, but in doing
so, turns out his own lights, and
dies in Annes arms. Like most of
O’Keefe’s pictures “Raw Deal” is
little better than average enter
tainment, but should satisfy most
of the customers.
Positions Open In
Civil Service Field
Examinations for the position
of Scientific Aid have been an
nounced by the Civil Service Com
mission.
Entrance salaries range from
$2152 to $2974.80 per year, and
employment will be with the Field
Headquarters of the Production
and Marketing Administration in
Texas.
Persons may obtain application
forms from the post office; Exe
cutive Secretary, Board of United
States Department of Agriculture,
1114 Commerce Street, Dallas 2,
Texas; or from the Regional Di
rector, Fourteenth United States
Civil Service Region, 210 South
Harwood Street, Dallas 1, Texas.
Think Of This
“All scripture is given by in
spiration of God, and it is profit
able . . . for reproof. 2 Tim. 3:5
If we would be very truthful
with ourselves, we would probably
find that there are few times when
we read God’s Word for the re
proof which it might offer to us.
It seems to be the general practice
to read and use it like honey and
sugar. The scriptures are to be
used to convict man of his sinful
attitude. God said that his Word
was like “a sharp two edged
sword.” We should use the sword
not only to cut away our own sins,
but as the doctor uses his knife to
cut away a cancer, so should we
use the Word of God to cut away
the sins of our fellowmen who are
spiritually ill.
Bryan 2'$$79
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For Day; Winds Up In Bay
By HAL BOYLE
MIAMI—(SP)— It was the big
moment in the criminal life of
“Muscle Eyes,” the hotel mouse
who could fix horse races with his
hypnotic eyes.
The cream of the American un
derworld was there to hear the
head of the national gambling syn
dicate lay down plans for the “big
killing.”
But the tiny mouse, natty in his
camel hair polo coat, was the key
man... For little “Muscle Eye s”
had earned $5,000,000 for the syn
dicate by putting the whammy on
race horses with his high-octane
eye-balls.
“And we need your whammy for
the big killing,” said the big boss
coldly. “Here’s the pitch: There’s
a horse called Jakehoof that’s the
odds on favorite to win the wide-
ner handicap at Hialeah.
“The mob’s raised $10,000,000 to
bet against him. If you put the
whammy on Jakehoof, we collect
$25,000,000. If you don’t, well ...”
The night before the race the
mob threw a party. “Muscle Eyes”
and his mouse moll, Madeline,
were guests of honor. • Everybody
drank champagne until “Muscles
Eyes” passed out on a sofa pillow.
When the mob left Madeline be
gan, undressing him. She discover
ed a tiny pouch around his neck.
DAVIDSON QUASHES PRINCE
REQUEST FOR SUSPENSION
DALLAS, March 2 —^UP) Judge
T. Whitfield . Davidson yesterday
overruled a defense motion for an
instructed verdict of acquital for
Ollie Otto Prince, 44, Corsicana
used car dealer charged with rob
bing the Rice Bank of $4,000 last
August 11.
The motion was made shortly
after the prosecution rested its
case.
“The circumstantial evidence
alone is sufficient to carry this
case to the jury,” said the judge.
ROSARY AND
BENEDICTION
St. Mary’s Chapel
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“What’s this?” she asked, shak
ing him.
“Thass my magic medicine
pouch,” he mumbled. “Keep my
thyroid capsules and benzedrine
tablets in’t. They put the old
whammy in my eyeballs.”
Then he passed out again. Made
line thought and thought. Then she
opened the pouch. She emptied the
capsules and filled them with su
gar.
The next afternoon, still some
what groggy, “Muscle Eyes” was
smuggled out to the track in a
binoculars case carried by the big
boss.
“Muscle Eyes” crawled out. He
opened his neck pouch and gulped
down two pills and two capsules.
As the horses turned into the home
stretch Jakehoof was leading by
three lengths.
“Give him the whammy!”
screamed the boss.
The mouse bulged out his eye
balls. But instead of dropping back
Jakehoof picked up speed. The
mouse pawed down some more
capsules and pills. It was no good.
Jakeoff galloped on to win by
seven lengths.
That night the mob gathered
again. The mouse was being pres
sed with liquor from all sides, and
there was a mickey finn in every
drink.
He crawled into a hole in a
hunk of cheese on the table and
fell asleep. The big boss waited
nervously until the mouse’s eyes
were shut. Then he gave a signal.
One huge gunman slapped a
piece of bread against one side of
the cheese. A second gunman jam
med a slice against the other side,
“Muscle Eyes” was entombed—a
living mouse sandwich. Quickly the
mob wrapped the sandwich with
adhesive tape. Then they dropped
it into a cigar box full of harden
ing concrete.
Later that night a low rakish
black roadster raced across the
causeway to Miami Beach. The
cigar box, wrapped in a gunnysack
was hurled out and sank to the
bottom of Biscayne Bay. And so
perished “Muscle Eyes,” the hyp
notic mouse.
Moral: you can’t get away with
acting like a rat—unless you real
ly are one.
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