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Page 2 College Station, Texas Thursday, July 21, 1966 THE BATTALION CADET SLOUCH by Jim Earle “Keep this quiet, but if you want to see something, stop by about 10 o’clock tonight! We’re settin’ off th’ fire alarm to make them feel at home!” Coin’ West You Can Aid Youth Want to do a valuable favor for a youngster? Tell him to continue his education. If the United States is to con tinue to prosper, it cannot af ford to have a large mass of peo ple permanently unemployed or with low earning capacity. Yet, to qualify for good jobs today, i education and training are es sential. Those who drop out of school before graduating are the most likely candidates for the pool of unemployeds. U. S. Department of Labor sta tistics show that from the age of 25, high school graduates earn approximately $2,000 per year more than elementary school graduates, and college graduates earn approximately the same amount more than high school graduates. But the economics statistics don’t begin to tell the whole story — education brings even more valuable rewards which can’t be counted in dollars and cents — a wealth of understanding, satis faction, ability, and the spirit of being an effective part of the world today. Youngsters who have been com pelled to leave school can still improve their earning power and their “living power,” through special federal, state, and local opportunity programs. If you know a youngster who is thinking about “cutting out” of school, do your level best to convince him that he would really be “cutting out” an important part of his life Southwest—Southwestern States General News ROBINSON’S CRUSOE By BOB ROBINSON As I was leaving campus about eleven Sunday night, trying to figure out the best way to get over to highway six and my even ing’s refreshment, I glanced in my rear view mirror and saw a car following close behind. After looking closer, I automatic ally checked my speedometer. My spine shivered. I tried to remem ber if I’d stopped at the last stop sign. As I feared the car be hind me had a red light Ort it. The car followed me two more blocks and, just as I was about to pull over, it turned onto another street. My pulse rate dropped; I was finally able to get my cigar ette lit. My speed had now dropped to five mph, and was almost off the campus, when I saw another car, with a red light on it, behind me. My hands froze to the wheel and broke out in a cold sweat. I resisted a strong impulse to put my foot on the brake and beads of sweat dropped from my fore head. If it wasn’t my driving why was he following me? Was it the last party? Had they seen me selling old quizzes to fish? I knew they had something on me. The suspense almost killed me as I waited for the cop’s light to start blinking, but again the car turned onto another street. Before I had time to breathe, a sigh of relief a third car appear ed, and then a fourth. One was a block behind me, and the other coming toward me on the street I’d just passed. I glanced to my (See Robinson, page 4) EDITOR’S NOTE: This is the first of a two part series concerning a young lady’s travels in the western United States and southern Canada. Second part of the series will be continued next week. By JEAN MARTIN When school gave up last spring after a long and treacher ous battle, the traveling bug bit me and I decided to find out if my ’59 Lark could make it to Colorado, where I hoped to stay a couple of weeks. The Lark started out fresh and strong, much better than did it’s driver. We headed north to Kan sas and then took a left. The country was flat and rolling, dot ted with horses and cows and wheat. I began to wish for some mountains to break the monot ony. I learned later that’s not all they break. Having taken Sociology 304, I had all the respect in the world for our police force; but that re spect was smashed, when in Colorado I got caught. It was a very hot evening, and the sun was casting the last fit ful rays before retiring as I raced it west. I draped a towel over the sun visor to help keep out the blinding glare, but I soon was faced with another glare, that of a furious patrolman. He pulled me over and lectured to me on the laws of Colorado. He threatened to throw me in jail for the night to wait for the morning judge, but I guess one look at me convinced him that I was the kind that there had been no prison tough enough to hold me, so instead he gave me a warning ticket and let me go. I was scared to death of uni forms for the rest of the trip. I finally stumbled into Denver and awoke the next morning to the sight of moutains. They looked beautiful and errie. and I could tell that the Lark didn’t trust them. It edged up cautiously and refused to go an inch over 20 miles an hour as the bigger cars whizzed past us. Thus, for the rest of the moun tain, I pleaded with it, begged it, kicked it, and bit my lip as the cars behind me nearly knocked the oncoming cars over the cliff when they tried to pass. I would have done better outside, push ing, but I couldn’t have stopped it downhill. I stayed in Colorado a few days, but it was cold there. In stead of rain, they had hail and being from Texas, I’m not used to that sort of thing. Yellow stone looked temptingly close (I was using a U.S. map), so I set out for greener mountains. The first bear I met (I must say) was braver than I. I held out my hand to him, and assum ing it was a hunk of bread, he smacked but missed. The park bears are actually like overgrown dogs. They come when you call them and go away when your nerves break and you scream. The Lark provided not only a set of wheels but a roof at night. I lived by the sun, going to sleep as soon as it was gone, knowing I had only a few hours until the chill of the night would make sleep impossible. Every morn ing I shivered in my car until 4 a.m. when it was light enough to drive again without running into a moose. In the middle of Yellowstone, I came across a beautiful, large hotel built of huge, rustic logs. Curious about this splendor in the wilds, I parked my car with the rest of the Cadillacs and went inside. The enormous, dimly lit room gave a setting of a differ ent world. I had left an atmos phere of bears, trees, and geysers and entered one which resembled more closely a rest home. The (See Goin’, page 3) BEGINS TONIGHT SCHOOL OF CHRISTIAN STUDIES (Summer Session) July 21 — August 18 Each Thursday Night — 7:30-9:30 p. m. at the WESLEY FOUNDATION BUILDING (North Gate at Tauber and Church Sts.) Course: “MATTHEW, MARK, LUKE — THE SYNOPTIC GOSPELS” Instructor: Walter Allen, Campus Minister, First Christian Church Cost: Student and Wives: $1.00 plus cost of textbook. Other Adults: $2.00 plus cost of textbook. Any student, student wife, faculty or staff member, or any adult of the community who is willing to commit themselves to a five week course study one night a week, is welcome to come and register for the course. THE BATTALION Opinions expressed in The Battalion are those of the student writers only. The Battalion is a non tax-supported non profit, self-supporting educational enter prise edited and operated by students as a university and community newspaper. Members of the Student Publications Board are: Joe Buses; chairman; Dr. David Bowers, College of Liberal Arts; Dr. A. Clark, College of Geosciences; Dr. Frank A. The Associated Press is ent republication of all news dis otherwise credited in the paper and local news of spontaneoi origin published herein. Rights of republieation of all oth< matter herein are also titled exclusively to the use for patches credited to it or not and local news of sponti repi itter nerei Second-Cl ass postage pi ■servi aid at College Station, Texas. News contributions may be made by telephoning 846-6618 or 846-4910 or at the editorial office. Room 4, YMCA Building. For advertising or delivery call 846-6416. The Battalion, a student newspaper at Texas A&M Is published in College Station, Texas daily except Saturday, Sunday, and Monday, and holiday periods, September through May, and once a week during summer school. MEMBER The Associated Press, Texas Press Association Represented nationally by National Advertising Service, Inc.. New York City, Chicago, Los Angeles and San Francisco. EDITOR GERALD GARCIA Editorial Assistants Herky Killingsworth, John Hotard, - ' ' • ' ^ • Jim Butler, Tim Lane Photographer Herky Killingsworth All In A Night’s Work By HERKY KILLINGSWORTH Meet the vanishing breed of college educated dopes. The idi ots of America. My name’s Kil lingsworth, I work here. I’m one of them. Also meet Gerald Gar cia. He’s the other one. It all started when we came to A&M. Until then we had led peaceful lives and had what con stituted normal brainpower. Our big mistake came when we took up college newspaper work. From there it has been a steady downhill trip to sleeplessness and never-ending work. Would you believe work. Well . . . Last night started out normal. A deadline to meet with no ideas for news, pictures, or columns. Then big news—an escape from the new escape-proof jail in Bryan, the second in its young history. 10:00 P.M.: The race is on. Manhunt underway. Bloodhounds coming from Huntsville. What excitement! For two hours we watched a spotlight comb a small area of range land. We listened to the police Bulletins. “Car 743, picked up suspect so stand by.” “Car 743, disregard last bulle tin. Family quarrel.” 12:00 Midnight: Bloodhounds still not there. Obviously getting nowhere so to fight boi’edom a roadblock was set up. Now we watched the curious passer-bys pull to a stop, open their trunk, and continue on their way won dering what could possibly be the matter. The blinking of the red light on the patrolman’s car was terrifying as was the shotgun he carried. I was brave and stood my ground. It wasn’t until later when I discovered that the es capees were armed, did I faint. 1:00 A.M.: Nothing still hap pening. Barking dogs at a farm house again aroused the hopes of the patrolman but nothing hap pens. I’m now getting trigger- happy—with my camera. 1:30 A.M.: Beginning to won der what was going on myself. Decided to play James Bond. Dis covered that only the road block cops and we remained in the area. Everyone else in bed or drinking coffee. Therefore we had nothing to do except slip away, leaving cops to discover it themselves. 2:00 A.M.: Finally found the dogs from Huntsville that we had waited for in the meadow. They were in front of the sher iff’s office as were the rest of the cops. The only clue had turned out to be a scared un licensed driver trying to escape a ticket. 12:15 A.M.: Save the day by having intellectual conversation with convict caring for blood hounds. He makes interesting observation that “he (the care taker) wants out and the es capees want in.” Decide that this is a real Confuscious. 2:30 A.M.: Persuade convict to tell me story of life. 3:30 A.M.: Discover my new friend is up for murder. Make quick exit with feeble excuse of meeting deadline. 4:00 A.M.: Still no escapees, still no news, and still no pic tures. Worse yet, still no column. Decide to run pictures of dogs on front page. This is only a continuation of other famous dogs run in the past, Ranger, Reveille, Blind dates. 6:00 A.M.: Still no escapees so decided to go to bed. Suffer terrible nightmares of killers, assassins, and escapees. 6:45 A.M.: Arise for class. 7:00 A.M.: Sound sleep at last. The preceding was true, but not necessarily so. The actual truth would be that we got ex cellent cooperation with the po lice department and the care taker was an interesting man. But who wants to know the truth . . . Read Battalion Classifiei READING PROBLEMS? OPTIMATION IS THE ANSWER L \Put yourselt our hands SUMMER SPEED READING CLASSES AT TEXAS A&M See for your self how you too can become a speed reader I this summer and understand what you read at 10 times[ your present speed. Attend a free class and then decide I if you want to join the six week - twice a week course! FREE INITIAL CLASSES Memorial Student Center — Rm. 2A or 2B July 21 at 5:30 or 7:30 p. m. July 25 at 5:30 p. m. only Call Now For Reservations 810-8667 It takes just two hours for your FREE demonstration class., if you like what you see take the course, if you are nof/m- IJ pressed forget it. There’s no obligation. “ PTI MATRON SPEED READING 2701 LOUISIANA ST., HOUSTON. TEXAS 77006 JA 8-2048 (SCHOOLS COAST TO COAST) W ttf WE KEEP PRICES DOWN! 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