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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)
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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 . . .
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