Page 2/The Battalion/Tuesday, October 8, 1985 Opinion Put holiday season back in its place On most calendars Christmas is still Dec. 25. But apparently some local merchants feel the Christmas season begins in Octo ber. Commercial exploitation of any sacred holiday is sad. We haven’t gotten past trick-or-treating or eating turkey and yet several local stores already are displaying Christmas trees, ornaments, stockings and artificial Santas and reindeer. Radio spots and advertising mailouts invite us to “shop early” and to “buy your Christmas presents now.” Most people enjoy getting into the Christmas spirit during the weeks between Thanksgiving and Christmas day. But at tempting to stretch the Christmas season to the first of October is ridiculous. Next year it may be August or September. We don’t argue with the merchants’ right of free enterprise. However, this freedom should not be used to “sale” a religious celebration. Let’s keep the holy in holiday. Let’s celebrate Christmas at Christmas time. The Battalion Editorial Board J01 B) Monthi drew 601 X three of fi K decided. \ Accord Monday i misMoner Moore, m joritv in tl president ; Friday' be | bet we Hurta. Ti jor from ceni of th Hurta, ai major fro ceni ■ In the : [l, Greg Cai ^ neering n run agair studies m captured while Fry i The tre CMM v’h between A. PRESIDENT &0TUA, TO SEE YOU Uaittitnini IM MS' twc Happy Divorce! Breaking vows can be as joyous as taking them By Two co pnnter ml rial St tide grams off! tor Janies I The cou ferret I ven Last month I re ceived an invita tion to attend a party celebrating the divorce of some good friends. Mr. and Mrs. N. O. Love request the honor of your presence at the Woe-is-me County “Whale, ya know ... ah guess jes’ ’bout anythin’ ya like, really. They’s gonna be needin’ plenty since they’s a’s- plittin’. flowers. I asked around and found that it was for the divorce ceremony. “Thanks,” I responded not anymore enlightened than before. “Won’t they make it official at the courthouse?” I inquired. John Halleff Just what do you give to an estranged couple? Certainly not his ’n hers bath towels or satin bed sheets. “Whale, yes’n’no,” replied the same insightful person who was so helpful with my questions about proper party etiquette. Courthouse, 3rd District Court, at 3:30 p.m. Friday, September 28, 1985, to wit ness the termination of 15 years of mis erable matrimony. Reception to follow at the Watering Hole, 96 East Kinsey. Unsure of what to bring and how to dress, I asked one of the reception’s planners about divorce party etiquette. “Whale, ah guess it ain’t much dif- fernt than a weddin’ reception ’cept that they’s be gettin’ dee-vorced ’stedda gettin’ hitched. An’ since the party’s gonna be at the “Hole,” I ’magine ya don’t hafta get decked out none . . . butcha bring geefs jes’ like et weddins an’ such.” Being a pragmatic kind of guy I ar rived at the party (1 decided to bypass the court proceedings) bearing gifts for the ‘pair-no-more’ — a book entitled “How to Train Men” for the former missus and a helpful guide called “How to Pick Up Women,” a must for bache lors (the cover was slightly crinkled, I admit to flipping through it the night before). “What do you mean by that? I que ried. picked out “Melancholy Baby,” “The Way We Were” and “You Don't Bring Me Flowers” on the jukebox. I thought the party was supposed to cheer up the litigants so 1 went over to the jukebox and selected “The Bitch Is Back.” Now that’s more like it, 1 thought. About five minutes later the divorce party entered the premises. Nick and Emily Zelda (the guests of honor) strode to the arch. “I do assembled “Do you Emily Zelda take studies con your lawful ex, to shun and igi taken. dc.ti h . I.>es >1 snestcr, per school year and (35 pfrMrl vertising rates furnished on request. Our address: Ihe Battalion, 115 Building, I'exas A&M University. Coll(![tSi' ll 'T 77843. Second class postage paid at CollegeSlamfl