sion officer’s consent within half a day, and was transferred from
the delicate signal corps to the artillery within two days, choosing
rather to undergo the' hardships of an artilleryman than to rise
with the roosters and use his deaf and dumb alphabet to address
the rising sun.
But after all it is not so much what we are as what people think
we are, and the battalion seems to be one of the means of making
the public think that we’re on the road to fame. So let all just
honor and praise be given to those who still stand for the multitude
of those fallen out of the race. When we go out from these
college walls and come to march in the tanks of the world we’ll
have the satisfaction of knowing that we have marched in the
State College Battalion with a true and loyal set of classmates,
and when the mark of years presents itself on our heads and we
come to check the bench marks of.our future happiness we will
exclaim, “Oh, for the glory of old State!” R. P. C., ’O4.
When the members of the Loafers’ Union had asembled for the
evening, Hadley determined to steal a march on the dormitory
philosopher, and before the latter had his pipe lighted, he
began: ’
“The other night I had a dream. I dreamt that the winter
exams, were over.”
“What joy!” broke in Chad, from the corner.
“The customary number of freshmen had flunked out, and
horrible to relate, some sophomores, too. I was very well satis
fied with my marks. In fact, I received ah ‘A’ in applied” .
“That’s enough,” cried Max, “it’s all made up. You can’t even
Jream of those things. I could tell bigger ones than that, but I
have more respect for the fellows here.”
Here the dormitory philosopher saw a chance of having his say.
He began: “There’s going to be a new course in college.”
DRY STUFF.