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Page 4 Battalion Editorials Page 2 WEDNESDAY, JUNE 20, 1951 The Last Word Ho @ ur Eager Congressmen... By TW Battali Barrow E soph weight best collegia Seattle, Wa that event legiate trad ships. Hooper’s bested USC’ inch. O’Brie in the shot Angeles Co also took i with 155-7 Billon’s wii Aggie ac Bavis took high jump Hall of F with a 6-9 Southei Southern meet as ex] to 40 for s 38 for M( scored 24 UCLA 181 Agl Name, pos Wallace, s Ecrette, 2 Lary, lf-1 Ogletree, Candelari BeWitt, ( Baker, cf McPhersc Munnerly a—Bishn Hubert, ] Tankers! Brown, ] Taylor, ] jGoodloe, a—1 Name Hubert Tankers Brown Taylor Goodloe f IKE characters fresh from a session with Arthur Conan Doyle, our congressmen jump eagerly at any chance to pry into the firing of MacArthur, the omnipresence of organized crime, suggestions of disloyalty and the character of questionable govern mental bureaus. But they don’t consider turnabout fair play. Or at least they seem little inclined to receive with hospitality a group that has set out to investigate the workings of Congress. The idea grew out of the RFC investigation, during which Sen. Fullbright (D-Ark.) pro posed creation of a commission of prominent citizens to study and make recommendations for improvement in the moral standards of Congress and those it deals with. The purposed purpose is to instill a bit of ethics in government. The vanguard of that commission set out yesterday under the leadership of Sen. Douglas (D-Ul.) to see what could be done toward the investi gation. But why the lack of interest and outright antipathy of Congress to this probe? Are members afraid that their morals could not stand the light of public recognition? Are the lamed cocktail parties of Washington more than innocent social relaxation? The commission, if created, would inter est itself in setting up a code of morals by which the public could judge their legisla- Human beings compose three classes, roughly the fish, the bait and the manipulator. A New Explosive-- War’s Innovations TfIROSHIMA has moved farther back in history with the recent announcement by an Atomic Energy Commission scientist that the atomic bomb is obsolete. The scien tist, Dr. Edward Teller, is a physicist at AEC’s Los Alamos, N. M., bomb, laboratory. He was quoted as making the statement by Rep. F. Edward (D-La.), who is currently writing a series of articles on the Eniwetok tests. The thought is an appalling one to those who remember the awed silence with which they watched films cf the Bikini A-Bomb test for the first time. That was less than five years ago. To think that the giant mushroom blast that stood whole battleships upright in the water has fallen into antiquity leaves us in dread of what its successors must be like. It may mean but one of two things. First, the new weapons or bombs may stand as the power by which one nation will wipe out those who oppose t it. Or it may be, as many hope, this awful power wdll stand as a warn ing against aggression. A peace bought with power, though, is seldom a lasting one as history has proved. The mind of man is going to have to solve much more intricate mysteries than those of the atom before he will find that key to lasting peace. Only when the prejudices, hyprocrisies, greed and similar vices of mankind have been laid beside that outmodeled A-bomb will the realizations of happiness and peace rise like that mushroom blast of old. tors. The value of such a code might be neg ligible. Then, again, it might not. At least there seems to be no adequate reason for giving the idea the bum’s rush. Yet Congress seems to consider its mem bers and their methods of operation inclosed in an inpenetrable sanctity. Senators and congressmen are even adverse to instituting modern methods that would speed up legis lative work. And electrical vote computer, for in stance, was suggested during the last cen tury by nq less a man than Thomas Edison. Congressmen rejected it, just as they reject ed the same proposal presented to them last week. The machine would transform voting in the two bodies from a tedious to an almost instantaneous process. Yet Congress is still opposed. This opposition to change is usually just ified on grounds of tradition. That justifica tion is hardly a sound one. 'It looks to use as though the halls in which our lawmakers congregate could bene fit greatly both from the proposed investiga tion and the voting calculator and other mod ern devices. Time, these days, is valuable. And a little soul-searching has yet to hurt anyone. Peace will come to the world when the people of the world are willing to do as much for the cause of peace os they do for the sake of tear. Communist Paper Bans Wife-Beating F'LAY not your wife. So warns Izvestia, 1 Communist party newspaper. The paper brought up the subject by telling of one Sergei Yeremin, a collective farmer of the Moscow district who system atically drags his wife, Nyura, out of bed by the hair in the middle of the night and beats her up. The crafty fellow is an expert at his avo cation, too. He mauls her without leaving a mark. Even after being taken to the hospital for treatment of internal injuries, faithful Nyura would not complain against her spouse. Izvestia deplores the incident, insisting that wife-beating is not a family affair. It says, “There is no place in our Soviet life for this repulsive vestige of the past.” Could this be humane pity we see here? Or is it, more in fitting with the Soviet life, a practical consideration. After all, Nyura is of no worth to the cause reclining on a hos pital bed. That way she can furnish no pro geny for the future glory of Russia. Nor can she lend her efforts to the common toil if brutal Sergei is going to insist on rearrang ing her ribs. No comrade, you must desist from these wild impulses of the beast, else our dear commissar will be forced to bring you before the bar of “Communist justice.” Shame on you. The coming generation is the world’s best asset but the adults of the ivorld are a bit slow to spend money on the future rulers of the universe. The Battalion Lawrence Sullivan Ross, Founder of Aggie Traditions "Soldier, Statesman, Knightly Gentleman” Entered aa second-class matter at Post Office at College Station, Texas, under tie Act of Congress of March 3, 1870. 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Charles McCullough Photo Engravers Autry Fredricks, Ed Hoses Advertising Representatives Charms of South Discovered Anew By VIVIAN CASTLEBERRY Battalion Woman’s Editor Sometimes we (live a lifetime in a few hours or a few days. At other times it takes us years to live a little while. We have just, completed living one of those lifetimes. It came about on the vacation that ended a few years of thinking and planning for. When we reached that long-awaited commencement and a degree from Texas A&M on June 1, we had just completed a portion of our goal. The. rest of it was yet to come, for during the three-years-with- out-letup in A&M, we had promised ourselves a real trip when the grades were all in for the last time. We decided on a kind of “Sentimental Journey” through the Southern States that would take us ultimate ly to Florida and home again by' a different route. We had neither the time nor the money for such an extended trip, but we took it and we’re glad we did. People told us we would be disappointed. Other people said we would have the most wonderful time of our lives. Actually we did neither: it was a marvelous, exciting and totally different trip. We felt a little like the girl, a newcomer we recently queried: “Bo you like this town?” we asked her, and her answer has kept us thinking many eras since “Yes,” she said, “I came prepared to like it.” So we went South prepared to like it. In the first place, we chose our traveling companions with utmost care. A young couple from Tyler—Aggie-exes Eric and Peggy Mal lory, and friends we made at Aggieland—went along. We stowed into the car the bare essentials of camping equipment including a few blankets and pillows. We- pulled out of College Station as soon after final review on Saturday morning as we could make it. Our purpose was to drive to Tyler and there rest up after the excitement of graduation, but when we arrived our friends were packed and as excited over the trip as we were. Our first stop was a “whistle” town in deep East Texas, the land of our berth, which we hadn’t seen in many years. There we had dinner—at the home of a distant relative who provided steak with all the trimmings —talked with many cousins and a great aunt—and when we were tired out from talking, loaded into the car and headed Louisiana-ward. Our destination was Shreveport, but when we reached that city our spirits were still riding high, so we pulled in for a cup of coffee and headed east—to Minden. At Minden we still felt good for many miles, so deep into La. we drove. Alternately singing, kidding, and pinching ourselves to see if this really were true we were not aware of any trouble at all as our Ford took hill and dale—until Husband came up with “We are not generating,” We came to a speechless halt. It was a little past midnight. We crawled a mile into the next town—a sleepy little sawmill place with one filling station—closed of course. The boys tinkered with the generator, announced we would spend the night. Just as we were settling down for a long summer’s nap, the Nightwatchman appeared upon the scene. In good old Aggie fashion, the boys gave him the hand shake and their names. He was a right jovial fellow, told us happily: Thet there station won’t open tomrrow (Sunday)—never opens on Sundays for no reason—got generators, though, got' lots of ’em— right in plain view, too, through that there window.—Fellow broke in there , about two months back, took a whole set of tires and some other things, loo bad a fellow can’t get to those generators right there in plain sight—they’s a back door on that station—easy to break into, too—wouldn’t be no trouble a tall for a man to get to those gen erators through the back door, would it?” No thanks to the nightwatchman, we spent the night on our blan kets out under the stars, crippled into the nearest town the next morn ing, got fixed up in about an hour and were off again. While we wait ed for the fixing, we ate the best hot cakes and maple/ syrup—real maple, never tasted anything like it before—we’ve ever put in our mouths. At 12 noon we crossed the majestic, the mammoth, the beautiful, the terrible Mississippi River. We lunched picnic style in a secluded country lane in Mississippi under trees so thick that the sun was, hidden from view. Then we spread down our quilts and napped until we were rested. Jackson was next. It was one of the nicest cities we were in on our entire trip. We stayed a night and a' day and 1 saw the capitol, the parks, the real workings of a city just growing into a big city— with apparently.a full knowledge of where its going and how it in tends to get there. We savored another culinary delight in Jackson— at Primo’s, which we all have branded as one of the finest restaurants we occasioned. Across Mississippi we t i eked around 60 per day all the way, stopping when we felt like it. We ate cream all over, the Southern States. Alabama was next and here our real Sentimental Journey began. When my grandmother was eight years old she came with her fam ily from Alabama to Texas to set tle. It took the party 6 weeks on what was then the best trains available. Our party had made it in three days, stopping off to eat, sleep and sightsee. We drove ito Atlanta just af ter dark—and were disappointed. Up and down the length of a mile stretched the lights, the gaudy glamour of a Southern City of old and modern times. AVe made Peachtree street three times—from one suburbs of it to the other—and it was what we had imagined in its entirety. And then we dropped to Jackson ville, Florida. People had told us that we would be disappointed in J’ville. In a way we were. But at St. Augustine we began to find what we came to see. The sands of the ocean were white and almost deserted. We had come “out of season” and we were de lighted! We found prices half what they would have been “in season”. We were particularly delighted with that! We saw the first school house in this country, and a part of the old fortress wall that once in Revolutionary days guarded the country from attack. Our friends remarked that one small Shell would totally destroy it now.. We saw—at the insistence of our hus bands—the largest alligator farm in the world. Bown the coast then to Baytona Beach, stopping for Atlantic (See LAST WORB, Page 4) James Abbott Mickey Cates Are Married A member of the A&M mathe matics department and his col lege sweetheart were united in marriage Saturday. The groom is James Harman Abbott and his new wife is the former Miss Mickey Jo Cates. Wedding vows were exchanged at 8 p. m. in Perkins Chapel at SMU. Officiant was Br. Umphrey Lee, SMU’s president. Mr. Abbott, who taught this, past year at A&M, took his bache lor’s degree in engineering from the University of Colorado and his master’s in mathematics from SMU. He taught at SMU before Coming to A&M. ( Mrs. Abbott was graduated from SMU with a BA in costume de sign. She was an active member of the Independent Students Asso ciation having served as its vice president and been its homecoming queen nominee. Parents of the couple are Mr. and Mrs. O. A. Cates and Mr. and Mrs. W. I. Abbott, both couples of Balias. The newlyweds will live in Ur- bana, 111., where the groom plans to enter the University of Illinois. lews 'omen Mary Kathryn Johnson Weds T. G. Carroll Mr. and Mrs. T. G. Carroll are at home at 2300 AA South College Road after a wedding trip to South Texas. The couple was married on June 9 at 6 p. m. at the home of the bride, 1310 Hoppess, Bryan. The ceremony was performed by the Rev. Harry V. Rankin pastor of the First Methodist Church. Mrs. Carroll is employed as sec retary to D. W. Williams, ^ vice chancellor for agriculture of the college. She is the former Miss Mary Kathryn Johnson. Her hus band is a senior student in the School of Veterinary Medicine. Parents of the couple are Mr. and Mrs. W. B. Johnson and Mrs. R. H. Carroll and the late Mr. Car- roll. The Johnsons live in Bryan and Mrs. Carroll is from Center. Mrs. Clarence Lewis Spacek of Ralls, sister of the bride, was mat- Pretty Secretary INo Museum Relic Two years ago when Mrs. Lu cille Ethridge filed application for secretarial work with the College, she little dreamed that her pres ent employment would result. Mrs. Ethridge is the charming lady who ushers visitors through the Museum, across from the Ad ministration Building on Roberts Street. Such terms as “Raba Catesbeia- na” and “Glyptodonts” present no problem to Mrs. Ethridge. She recognizes them immediately as plain bull frog and oversized arma dillo. In the Tracy Herbarium, which is housed in the Museum, Mrs. Eth ridge can point out to the interested some 60,000 different specimens of Uncultivated plant life. All 60,000 are either already mounted and identified, or are in the process of being dried. One of the museum’s showpieces, and one which still holds Mrs. Eth ridge’s particular interest, is the Egyptian mummy, which lies in state in an inner room. The body is completely encased in its orig inal mummy wrappings. Where the cloth has deteriorated and fall en away, the bone structure of the right arm and of one foot are clearly visible. Authorities have estimated the year of burial to have been approximately 2000 B.C., Mrs. Ethridge reported. In the vertebrate fossils collec- Jolm W. Thomas, B. F. Roland, Dai Coslett, James Fuller, William Dickens, Frank Davis staff News Writers Ray Ruslung. Tom Rountree, i —— Ray Holbrook sports News writers I charged 25 cents per meeting she Owen Lee, Calvin Janak , Circulation ' attends. Bridge Club Plans Summer Schedule The Veterans Wives Bridge Club will continue its club activities through the summer, according to Mrs. Frances Stuart, reporter for the group. Meetings will be held each Thursday at 7:30 p. m. in Rooms 2C and 2B of the MSC. Bues are fifty cents for the full summer semester and each member TODAY thru SATURDAY FIRST RUN —Features Start— 1:48 - 3:51 - 5:54 - 7:57 - 10:00 Belle le Grand VERA JOHN RALSTONCARROLL A REPUBLIC PICTURE NEWS — CARTOON Vardiman Child Bom At St. Joseph Hospital A nine pound, three and three- fourths ounce baby girl was born at 5 a. m. Tuesday at St. Joseph’s Hospital in Bryan to Mr. and Mrs. P. H. Vardiman of College View. Vardiman is a freshman student of Veterinary Pathology. tion are located such items as rhinoceros jaws and dinosaur teeth, most of which have been excavat ed within a 150 mile radius of A&M. The skeleton of the Glyp todonts, a six by eight foot animal which was not unlike the present day armadillo except in size, is on display in the Br. Mark Francis Collection. Fossil plants from the Eocene Period of Texas line several show cases. The specimens have been sent and brought from such Texas localities as Brazos’ County’s Tur key Creek, a claypit in Athens, and Barton’s Ranch in Bastrop. Mrs. Ethridge never tires of showing visitors through the mys terious halls of the Museum, Chil dren, she says, are especially inter ested in the exhibits. “It is surprising to us,” Mrs. Ethridge commented, “that chil dren so often make discoveries of their own. They point out inter esting details that we had not noticed' before!” Modest Mrs. Ethridge kept talk ing about points of interest in her place of employment when asked about personal data on herself. But finally she came through with these bare essentials. She is native of Columbus, Ohio, has been a transplanted Texan for 5 years. She met and married James B. Ethridge when he was soldiering in Ohio. James, who had to inter rupt his first stab at an education at A&M with 18 months hospital ization, will complete his BS degree in Agricultural Education in just three and a half more weeks. Lucille, who has been with him every step of that time, is looking forward to graduation almost as much as he is. ron of honor, Jan Katheryn Spacek, the bride’s niece, was ring bearer. Best man was the groom’s brother, R. F. Carroll of Natchitoches, La. Mary Kathryn wore a gown of white organza over taffeta. It was designed with a fitted bodice with tiny buttons from the small peter pan collar to the waistline. The skirt was a bouffant ballerina- length style. She wore organza gloves and a bandeau of garden ias in heP hair. The bride’s only jewelry was a heirloom cameo locket which had been a gift to her mother on her wedding day. An arrangement of gardenias and carnations on a white Bible carried by the bride completed her wedding ensemble. 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