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THE BATTALION
College Station, Texas Tuesday, January 9, 1968
CADET SLOUCH
by Jim Earle
Apathy
National
Breeds
Problem
People used to think that if trouble were expected
there was “comfort in numbers.”
The soldier on the front lines or in the field in Viet
nam must feel some safety with the men in his platoon to
help in case of trouble. The many men who have been
decorated in the war attest to the fact that in the face of
trouble they “become involved.”
Aggies like to boast that if they are out and there is
trouble the cry “Old Army fight” will certainly bring a
swarm of buddies.
And an Aggie motorist who is identified by the sticker
on his car or by sight by his friends knows that if he has
car trouble most Aggies won't leave him stranded on the
side of the road.
But on the front lines of American streets, it’s every
man and woman for himself. When it comes to helping a
victim of some crime today, Americans are an apathetic lot.
Houston Post reporter Bill Coulter brought the pa
thetic business to mind with an article which would have
been shocking at one time, but reveals only the more com
monplace today.
In cases involving the police, whose filthy, unappreci
ated job it is to apprehend the criminals, rapists, drunks,
and punks to “protect society” and enforce the law, most
persons not only fail to help these officers but actually
show contempt toward them.
One of the most publicized commentaries on our nation
was where a young New York woman was stabbed and
beaten to death while dozens of people watched from their
apartment windows.
The fact that the people may have feared personal
harm themselves was one thing, but the incredible fact is
that NO ONE even called the police.
People read the paper and “tisk, tisk” when they note
some unfortunate incident involving someone else. They
berate other people when they find out that someone pres
ent at the crime could have stopped it or helped the victim
but didn’t.
And these are the same people who wouldn’t life a hand
if they were faced with the same problem. They are the
ones who scream “police brutality”, who don’t actively sup
port the law when they should, but applaud when men are
hired to wait at the back of shops with shotguns, as done
in some of our larger cities.
The favorite phrases of the majority are “It’s none of
my business,” or “I don’t want any publicity,” or “I don’t
have time to go to court,” or “I’m afraid they’ll get me if I
talk.”
Capt. L.D. Morrison, a 19-year Houston police depart
ment veteran said, in the Post article, that he did not know-
of a single case where a witness has been harmed because
he gave information to police or testified in court.
Perhaps television has given people the impression that
“they’ll get theirs” if they help the law. Maybe newspaper
coverage of crime has instilled a fear in the American
public.
The problems of the world and of this country are
becoming more burdening. People are floundering. They
are unsure. They’re more impersonal. They are reverting
to isolationism and laws of the jungle.
The man who actively helps another human being in
trouble, even with a simple phone call, or descriptive aid for
investigation is truely unique today.
You don’t care. You complain of crime but refuse to
help the police br even respect the law. You don’t have
time. You don’t want to get involved.
But someday you’ll be the victim. No one will help.
No one will care. Good luck.
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“They used to laugh when we said it; now they turn white
with fear!”
Town Hall Show
Saved By Raiders
When “Paul Revere and the
Raiders” appeared on stage Fri
day night at the Town Hall
Special, they went far toward
making- up for the preceding hour.
“The Dream Machine” and
“Michael,” the two g-roups who
played for an hour preceding the
appearance of the Raiders, cer
tainly taxed the audiences’ resolve
to remain and wait for the head
liners.
The greatest fault of the two
groups was that neither seemed
to have the slightest idea of how
to balance the volume of their in
struments and the vocal.
From the second row on the
floor of the coliseum, absolutely
no words sung on stage could be
picked up and the extreme clamor
of the guitar amplifiers smoth
ered any distinction between the
various numbers.
The result was a continuous din
which could not be discerned from
a New York subway tunnel at
five o’clock.
Hopefully, in the future, rock
groups appearing on stage in G.
Rollie will have the sounds they
John Hotard
ECCHSEDRIN HEADACHE NO. 856937
“May I help you, sir?”
“Yes. I received this letter
telling me to report to the Regis
trar’s Office.”
“OH, YES, Mr. Snurdlinger.
Well, sir, we’ve reviewed your
records and we find that you’re
one hour short of having enough
hours to graduate.”
“You what? I WHAT!! One
hour short!! Whatayamean, ONE
HOUR SHORT!!”
“. . . Now, Mr. Snurdlinger,
there’s no need to get violent. . .”
“NOW you tell me?!! Eleven
days before I graduate you tell
me!! Why didn’t you tell me last
year?? Why didn’t you tell me
in September?? Why wait until
NOW?? NOW!! Nine days be
fore . . .”
“I’m sorry. We didn’t know
until we checked your record.”
“But I have that white piece
of paper! It says I need 19 hours
this semester. I’m taking 19
hours this semester. It’s signed
and everything. Now you say I
need one lousy, crummy little
hour . . .”
“Well, Mr. Snurdlinger, there’s
nothing we can do now. It’ll just
mean one more semester here.
What’s one more semester.”
“WHAT’S ONE MORE SE
MESTER??” I have a job wait
ing!! I just borrowed money
from the bank—at 10 per cent!!
Do you REALIZE how much 10
per cent is?? On an amortized
loan? I just bought a new Volks
wagen ! I owe the next three
years of my life to the Federal
Republic of Germany! And this
was right after the President’s
balance-of-payments speech. If I
default. I’ll be deported.”
“You shouldn’t look at it that
way, sir. Just think. You’ll get
to stay on campus another se
mester . . .”
“ARGHHH! For the past six
and a half years I’ve been on this
campus! I’m ready to leave this
campus. And now you’re telling
me I need—wait a minute—what
about the five hours?”
“WHAT FIVE HOURS?”
“The five hours I lost when I
switched from Architecture to
Journalism. I lost two hours of
mechanical drawing and three
hours of mechanical engineering.
Surely you can count just ONE
hour of those five.”
”I’m afraid not. They’re count
ed as shop courses and not
academic . . .”
“Not academic!! Whataya
mean ! They’ll help me more than
those crummy English courses
you made me take. What hap
pens if I’m made Real Estate
Editor, huh?”
“I’m sorry sir, we can’t allow
you credit for those.”
“THEY DID me more good
than learning a bunch of crummy
poems. There I am, covering the
Home Builders’ annual conven
tion. Some guy asks me about a
particular house design, Whataya
want me to tell him, ‘Mary had a
little lamb’?”
“Well, Mr. Snurdlinger, there’s
nothing more we can do. You’ll
just have to remain here another
semester—what are those in the
little blue bottle? Are those
Ecchsedrin tablets? Do you have
an Ecchsedrin headache??”
“These just LOOK like Ecchse
drin tablets. Actually, they’re
sleeping pills. You know, bar-
bituates. I just carry them in an
Ecchsedrin bottle. I’m ending it
all. You won’t give me one lousy
little hour so I can get out of
here. Well’ I’m getting out of
here, all right. The easy way.”
“Now Mr. Snurdlinger, don’t
act rashly.”
“It’s too late. In 14 minutes I’ll
die. I’ll keel right over on this
counter. Right in front of you.
Dead. I’ll turn green and purple,
and my tongue will stick out. It’ll
be horrible. And it’s all your
fault. I hope you suffer and get
nightmares.”
“Wait, Mr. Snurdlinger. Maybe
we can allow you the one hour
after all. Just . . . just stop tak
ing those pills.”
“LET ME see it in writing.”
“O.K. ‘Ralph Snurdlinger has
completed the i-equired number of
hours and is hereby clear to
graduate’.”
“Get it signed.”
“Right. (pause) O.K., it’s
signed. Now we need to g-et you
to a doctor and have your stomach
pumped.”
“Never mind. No need to. Those
were only salt tablets. Uhh, is
there a water fountain nearby?”
put forth under better control.
The Raiders, however, were
worth waiting for. As polished
professionals they kept the pro
gram loose and easy and did more
than blast the eardrums with one
number after another.
The performance was one of
the better ones of the year, the
only criticism being that they did
not stay on long enough and did
not sing some of their biggest hits
and many of those they did sing
were included in medleys and
were not sung in their entirety.
“Paul Revere and the Raiders”
have to get the award for being
the flashiest dressed combo in the
business. They wore white, silver
brocaded colonial-style suits with
gold trim and lace shirt fronts
and lace cuffs.
It was interesting to note that
when Mark Lindsay, the leader
of the group, asked how many
were in the audience under 16,
there was quite a response but
when a remark was made about
the Aggies in the Cotton Bowl
there didn’t seem to be very many
Aggies in the audience to yell.
It’s fortunate that many of the
teenagers in the area attended,
otherwise there could have been
an embarrassing absence of
people in the audience.
The Raiders are on tour in
Texas and Robert Gonzales and
the Town Hall Committee should
be commended for arranging for
them to appear at A&M.
Editor,
The Battalion:
This letter conveys my sincere
thanks to the Texas Aggie foot
ball team, the Texas Aggie Band
and the Texas Aggie student body
for a job well done in Dallas on
New Year’s Day, 1968.
I attended the Cotton Bowl
game and enjoyed the perform
ance of all concerned, especially
due to the outcome of the game.
However, I received a bigger
thrill during the following week
from the response of my associa-
ates and colleagues as a result of
the Aggies’ performance. My
hand was shaken and my back
was slapped many times and I
was congratulated by all as if I
had been a member of the foot
ball team. Comments from those
who saw the game on TV. praised
the band performance at halftime
and of course the spirit, aggres
siveness, stamina, etc., etc., of the
Aggie football team. Those who
attended the game said the same
plus they praised the Aggie Spir
it, the likes of which none had
ever seen. One individual said he
could not believe the fact that
the Exes in the stands still knew
all the school songs and yells,
much less the enthusiasm they
showed. Even several Aggies
Exes with whom I spoke, men
tioned how they were impressed
by the latest generation of Ag
gies.
I doubt that I shall ever hear
another Aggie joke from any of
those who witnessed the Fightin’
Texas Aggies in Dallas New
Year’s Day, either in person or
via the tube. I am even more
proud that I am a Texas Aggie.
In the words of Old Army Lou,
“God bless you, Aggies, Stand
up and be proud.” You earned it.
CHARLES E. BRAME ’61
Captain, USAF
Editor,
The Battalion:
Congratulations to the Texas
Aggie Southwest Conference Cot
ton Bowl Champinoship football
team. The manner in which you
Farmers represented us, the
Southwest Conference, in the
Cotton Bowl this year made many
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1968: ITS CAUSE AIM) CURE
Are you still writing “1967” on your papers and letters?
I’ll bet you are, you scamp! But I am not one to be harsh
with those who forgot we are in a new year, for I myself
have long been guilty of the same lapse. In fact, in my
senior year at college, I wrote 1873 on my papers until
nearly November of 1874! (It turned out, incidentally,
not to be such a serious error because, as we all know, 1874
was later repealed by President Chester A. Arthur in a fit
of pique over the Black Tom Explosion. And, as we all
know, Mr. Arthur later came to regret his hasty action,
Who does not recall that famous meeting between Mr.
Arthur and Louis Napoleon when Mr. Arthur said, “Lou,
I wish I hadn’t of repealed 1874!’ Whereupon the French
emperor made his immortal rejoinder, “Tipi que nous et
tyler tu”. Well sir, they had many a good laugh about that,
as you can imagine.)
But I digress. How can we remember to write 1968 on
our papers and letters? Well sir, the best way is to find
something memorable about 1968, something unique to fix
it firmly in your mind. Happily, this is very simple be
cause, as we all know, 1968 is the first year in history that
is divisible by 2, by 5, and by 7. Take a pencil and try it:
1968 divided by 2 is 984; 1968 divided by 5 is 393%; 1968
divided by 7 is 28114. This mathematical curiosity will not
occur again until the year 2079, hut we will all be so busy
then celebrating the Chester A. Arthur hi-centenerary
that we will scarcely have time to be writing papers and
letters and like that.
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mind is to remember that 1968 spelled backwards is 8691.
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Super Stainless Steel Blades, and they are inclined to
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Not, mind you, that it is any chore for me to sing the
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But I digress. We were speaking of the memorable as
pects of 1968 and high among them, of course, is the fact
that in 1968 the entire House of Representatives stands
for election. There will, no doubt, be many lively and inter
esting contests, but none, I’ll wager, quite so lively and
interesting as the one in my own district where the lead
ing candidate is none other than Chester A. Arthur!
Mr. Arthur, incidentally, is not the first ex-president to
come out of retirement and run for the House of Repre
sentatives. John Quincy Adams was the first. Mr. Adams
also holds another distinction : he was the first son of a
president ever to serve as president. It is true that Martin
Van Buren’s son, Walter “Blinky” Van Buren, was at one
time offered the nomination for the presidency, but he,
alas, had already accepted a bid to become Mad Ludwig
of Bavaria. James K. Polk’s son, on the other hand, be
came Salmon P. Chase. Millard Fillmore’s son went into
aluminum siding. This later became known as the Mis
souri Compromise.
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