) • I -opinion Slouch By Jim Earle “What I like more than its convenience is a chance to hit the jackpot once in awhile. Letters: Nails shot at dorm windows Editor: On Sunday night (Sept. 26), while my roommate and I were getting ready to go to bed, our window was broken by a nail and glass flew into the room. Luckily, the nail stayed on the window sill and the glass didn’t hit either of us. That same night, a room at the other end of the hall had its window shattered by a nail. Nails could be heard hitting the bricks against the building for a good half hour. I won’t mention the dorms in volved because it wouldn’t serve any pur pose other than to alienate the two from each other. The point here is not one of Good Ags or Bad Ags, but one of plain ignorance. A nail was shot (perhaps through an air gun, perhaps with something else) through a window and could have put out the sight of myself or my roommate. There are still bits of glass on the floor that we’ve been stepping on. The person (or persons) who were responsible for this should not even be in college, much less Texas A&M. Vandalism is one of the most senseless crimes imaginable, and should not be seen as “innocent fun” or “good bull“. If the people who were responsible for this incident would be interested in talk ing with me, I’d be more than happy to listen. You know who you are and you also know what dorm I’m in. So come on over and see what your nails did to our windows. I’d sincerely like to meet you, especially since I have never before met a human being with an I.Q. of a gerbil. Clay Gomez, ’84 Crowded exams Editor: I have just returned from one of the most deplorable acts of injustice I have ever witnessed. I went to the “herding” which the professors of mechanical en gineering 212 called it a common night exam. I’ll bet H. B. Zachry didn’t realize the Zachry Engineering Complex would be outdated by G. Rollie White Coliseum. I cannot see how the Department of Engineering could rationalize adminis tering important examinations (which have, in the past, flunked more students than passed) to students compounding the stress they were already feeling with the “crowding effect.” Sociologists have said this crowding is one of the chief con- tributers to high anxiety in inner cities and other densely populated areas. Is it not enough that these students have hardly slept or eaten in days? These particular members of the Texas A&M faculty need to realize that part of the Aggie education is the belief that respect is earned, not taken for granted. Pat Pearson Student Body President Ad offends student Editor: Last Thursday, an advertisement appeared in the Battalion that disgraces Texas A&M. The ad was one for “Oui” magazine which is, plainly put, a porno magazine, and as I have been told by males, of extreme lewdness and without a place in a campus newspaper. With as much perversion that is in the nation today, to encourage more will speed the time of the destruction of this nation. As it is, we stand even now by grace alone, but if we heed not the warn ings, that grace will run dry and destruc tion follows. We, as a nation, are falling under de cay economically and in every other way. This advertisement reflects only a small part of the decay of the nation, but it is a reflection on the whole. We are called to see the root of that decay and turn away from it. Joyce Attaway Mosher Hall The Battalion USPS 045 360 Member of Texas Press Association Southwest Journalism Conference Editor Diana Sultenfuss Managing Editor Phyllis Henderson Associate Editor Denise Richter City Editor Bernie Fette Assistant City Editor Gary Barker Sports Editor Frank L. 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Sam Spilsky found himself sitting in front of his 25-inch TV set, a six pack by his side, a bag of potato chips in front of him. His wife said: “What are you going to do, Sam?” “I’m going to watch the Redskins- Cardinals’ game.” “Sam, there IS no Redskins-Cardinals’ game. The players are on strike.” “You’re just saying that because you don’t want me to watch television.” “It’s in all the papers, Sam.” Sam looked up at his wife. “But it’s Sunday. They always give us football on Sunday.” “They can’t this week. There is nobody to play.” “It’s in the Constitution. They have to give us football on Sundays, and Monday and Thursday nights.” “Don’t get mad at me. I’m not on strike.” “But in your heart you were hoping something like this would happen. You always resented me watching football.” “I never resented it. I knew what the game meant to you. It was your life.” “But what am I going to do?” “Why don’t you rake the leaves or wash the car or take a walk?” “I can’t do that. It’s Sunday. You’re supposed to get four football games on Sunday,” Sam said, twisting the TV dials madly. “Maybe we could have some friends over,” Sam’s wife said nervously. “I don’t want to see anybody. I want to see football. The Redskins are on a streak. We’re 2-and-0 now. We could go all the way to the Super Bowl.” “Sam, would you like to see a movie?” “I’m going to stay right here. Maybe they’ll settle the strike before kickoff time.” “They won’t have time to put on their uniforms.” “So they can play in their street clothes. We used to do it as kids.” “Please, Sam, you’ve got to face reality. There aren’t going to be any games this week. Why don’t you go out; touch football with the children: “They don’t know the plays.] you play football without a gam “I wish I could do something] . Tomorrow you’ll feel better.” “How can I feel better to There won’t be any MondayNigl: ball. What am I going to do?” Sam’s wife nuzzled up to could make love.” “Are you crazy? Nobody in it makes love on Monday night." “Sam, we’ve never talked thisb ^ r ^i 1( fore on Sunday afternoon, but sis Bkeh are, I think I should tell youthatili polich more to married life than watch®! I ‘T football games.” mean “The hell you say.” I’jT “I’m serious, Sam. Every fallI'ml; | GU and I feel I’ve lost you. Thisisagoj thedi of our marraige. If you can gettbi :ir.y ' this week without having watchedrf ball game, it means that we I thing going.” “Like what?” “It will indicate I mean more than Howard Cosell.” “Of course you mean moretorJ Howard Cosell. But don’t askme' I between you and Frank Gifford