Of The Houston Junior College,
Houston, Texas Established 1928
Published semi-monthly during the
college year. Subscription, $1.00 per
year. Single copies, 10 cents.
Editor-in-Chief Everett Kendall
Associate Editor Walter Garrett
Associate Editor Kenneth Phillips
Associate Editor Margaret Shell
Associate Editor _ ..Rubye Tunnell
Faculty Advisor F. R. Birney
Literary Genevieve Pledge
Society Maurine Edminster
Sports—Men Milton Moffitt
Humor Jane Witherspoon
Activity Frances Baty
Exchange Llewelyn Ross
Feature Ethel Mercer
Cbapell Freeman Pauline Ault
Beatrice Hamilton Frances Baty
Lois Harrison Opal Beane
Montford Inman Lucille Cafcalas
A. C. Irwin Evelyn Cochran
Fay Laurence Welton Cohen
Ethel Mercer Gordon Davis
Rubye Tunnell Ruth Dermody
Llewellyn Ross Lois Duff
Before it is too late The Cougar
wishes to express appreciation for all
the H. J. C. athletes who have struggled to bring the school recognition in
this phase of collegiate life.
During the past year our school has
had few victories and made few startling records; but its teams have won
the admiration of all their opponents
by their good sportsmanship.
All through the year a few students
have done their best in this field of
Work for the honor of the school. Due
to the fact that many of our students
work during the daylight hours the
games have not been well attended.
But this fact did not dampen the wonderful school spirit of our athletes.
There is talk of letters for the boys
who have done their best against odds
in athletics. At any rate we say,
"Hats off to Coach French and his
boys who have played the game.'
BOOK ROOM TECHNIQUE
How many H. J. C. students know
the method by which they are enabled to purchase their textbooks at
a very nominal cost? Probably about
one in fifty.
They all know that Proefssor A. L.
Kerbow and his wife, and Bursar H.
W. South, occupy a den on the second
floor several hours each day. Most of
them have visited the room to pay tuition fees, or to buy books.
But few have learned any more.
They are annoyed by delays when the
orders are not shipped promptly form
the publishing companies. Or perhaps the publishers ship the books
promptly on receipt of the orders; yet
the students can not realize that the
book room is not at fault.
Occasionally one bears a complaint
about "the high prices of books." Only
the select few know that our Junior
College book room sells textbooks on
aji average of from 10 to 20 per cent
cheaper than the average book store.
Mr. Kerbow orders books at the-
publisher's wholesale price. He sells
them at a very small margin of profit.
This "margin" is fictitious, for the book
room incurs losses all its own.
Most notable among these losses is
the purchase of second-hand books
from students, only to discover later
that they are out of date. Then, of
course, Mr. and Mrs. Kerbow must b-
paid for their services.
That is the "Book Room Technique."
A few more weeks and then the
long vacation. Let's all pull together
to make a fine windup for the year's
Smiles and a glad hand for your
fellow-students! That' s the way to
make school life enjoyable and our
school a "regular" institution.
Nora L. Calhoun: T think it's so
silly to throw kisses. Don't you?
Johnny Reagan: "Rather. I prefer to
deliver mine in person.
Can you picture a cute li'l co-ed
going right up to a wild animal, looking him in the eye, and getting an
interview from him, so's to write a
"piece for the paper?"
Well, sir, that's just what Genevieve
Pledge has done, not once but twice.
And the things that wild animal does
tell Genevieve, tsk, tsk:
I was wary about visiting The Cougar this week, as I didn't think he
could have cooled off in this short
time, but I mustered enough courage
for facing him anyway, and as usual,
a big surprise! He seemed to be
expecting me, but couldn't stop grin-
:g long enough to greet me, so I
took a lot for granted and settled down
to hear his story.
You must be wondering what the
old chap was so tickled over—well, so
was I. Finally, between giggles, it
came out. He had just read the last
edition of his namesake and just
couldn't suppress his delight!
"That was the best we've had yet,"
he declared, and gave a roar of laughter. "B-but I was just wondering—"
here he exploded again and laughed
until tears railed down his face and
dripped off his whiskers," wondering
where Boyd Pegory would place Mr.
South on that faculty team!
Seems to me he would make an
awfully good guard; they couldn't get
over him, and by the time they got
around him the ball would be in the
basket! Seems real unfair to have left
him out just because he doesn't teach.
He's sure a great fellow."
The Cougar seemed pretty hysterical
by that time , so I thought I'd better
leave him; but just as I got to the
door he controlled himself long
enough to call good-bye. And then
he added, "By the way, if you see
George Perry, tell the old scoundrel
that he sure did a good job on that
The last I heard, the Cougar was
laughing. Believe me, dear Editor, it's
worth the work to get anyone in that
ENJOYS WISE CRACKS
Assembly means much to L. C. Marshall, according to the following contribution from him:
"The well known little utterance
which closely resembles a duck call
is due those comics who are so witty
that they are unable to keep their
clever remarks to themselves at the
Of course, almost everyone realizes
that this group is just too funny for
words, but at the same time we believe that the student body does not
appreciate the value of this bunch
of wise-acres. Do they not create
laughter among thier cronies when the
program becomes dull? Do they not
amuse those who are seated about
them with their clever wise cracks?
Again we say these clowns are invaluable at our school.
But the truth of the matter is that
these are two well developed pains
in the neck at each assembly and
these wcruld-be comics are both of
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vas homeless, penniless, and brok-
in both body and mind. In his
former back yard there were diamonds by the hundreds, but alas, he
had left to search for them elsewhere.
Therefore," said the speaker in his
closing statement, "whatever you do,
do it your best and I am surp that you
too will find a diamond in your own
Preceding the talk several announcements were given the student body by
members of the faculty.
HE'D DIE LAUGHING
Junior College students, with springtime and June coming on, and all that,
have turned poets. Here's a sample by
that Judd Mortimer Lewis fiend, "G.
An optimist, cheerful and true,
Lost his sweetheart—she died with
But the sadly bereaved, laughing right
up his sleeve,
Said, "I'll find me another or tue."
This is a neat bit of sentiment from
Philip Allen, a budding young J. C.
A mother's love is like a ship
That bucks the strongest storm,
And makes us all feel quite as safe
As God's protecting arm.
This love will follow us through hell
Or heaven, if it be,
For mother's arms will always be
A sweet security.
And when the world has cast you out,
And left you all alone,
Then mother's love is with you still
And wants you back at home.
A MESSAGE OF SPRING
We told you so! Here's a "Message
of Spring" from Kenneth Phillips.
Glad to hear from our old philosopher:
Sweet, gentle, restful spring!
Season of awakened hearts!
A breath of Heaven thou dost fling
Over Nature's utmost parts.
Bringing on thy warm caress,
Thou hast repulsed the freezing
Clothing all in lightsome dress,
You breathe to all that Winter's
Stirring every plant and seed,
To life anew, you blossom forth
In freshest green and brightest deed,
In budding leaf and living earth. .
Amazing how life's faintest breath
Can quicken at thy soft behest!
Awake from Winter's tomb of death
Ye mighty hosts, and join the blest!
That's pretty, isn't it? Keep it up,
Another jingle from Genevieve.
She's quite light-minded this time, eh?
PITY THE PROFS
The term-is done,
Exams will come,
Our books are getting busy.
The students run,
'Tis teacher's fun
To se them getting dizzy.
But bide your time,
Oh soph and slime,
You, bright, or dumb or lazy.
Revenge, in time,
Is yours and mine-
When grading makes them hazy!
Here's a gem of real poetry by L.
A silver seagull poised above
The foaming white-caps high;
A vivid rainbow sharply etched
Against the dulling sky.
A shower of blossoms, feathery-white,
Flung by some dancing tree
Not yet in leaf—through such as
I glimpse Eternity.
Stirring and Romantic
Book Presented Library
"Jeb Stuart," the latest book by
Captain W. Thomason has been presented to the H. J. C. by the author's
sister, by Miss Sue Thomason.
The book is a stirring and romantic
biography of the "Sword of the South,"
full of the drama of Jeb Stuart's life
and such exploits as his "ride around
Not the least interesting feature of
the book is a series of sketches with
which Captain Thomason has illustrated it. The library also has "Red
Pants," and "Fix Bayonets," by Captain Thomason.
GRINS and GROANS
Mr. Anderson (Y.M.CA. director):
Now, Paul, don't tell anybody what
your salary is, or you'll lose your
Paul Gilder: Don't worry, I'm just
as much ashamed of it as you are.
Dumbell: See that fellow over there?
He's the smartest man in Junior College."
Cuckoo: Who, him? Why, he's halfwitted.
Cougar Editor: "Your poem is so
good, I think we'll put it in a box.
Reporter (eagerly): You mean a box
on the front page?
Ed: No! I mean a box on the floor.
Mr. Bishkin: Fred, can you tell me
what sodium stearate is?"
Fred Collins: "No sir. It might be
soap, for all I know.
Genevieve Pledge: At last I've attained success!
Mr. Birney: Did some magazine buy
one of your poems?
Genevieve: Sure! The Houston Gargoyle is going to use it in an advertising campaign.
Mr. Harris: Under what conditions
did Wordsworth write his poem about
Harold Steele: Oh, I guess he had
the spring fever.
We wish Kenneth Phillips would go
on a Crisco diet—because it is short-
Did you hear about the two Junior
College boys who got hurt at the football game when someone yelled, "Get
that quarter back."
We wonder why Walter Garrett
doesn't come out from behind that
brush; we'd like to see his face.
Geo. Perry: This vanishing cream is
Druggist: How come?
Geo. Perry: I've used it on my feet
every night for two weeks and they are
as large as they ever were.
Teacher: Tommy, tell the class something about Lindbergh's great feat.
Tommy: I never saw them, but I can
tell them about Charlie Chaplin's.
"Robert," said the teacher, to drive
home the lesson which was on charity
and kindness, "if I saw a man beating
a donkey and stopped him from doing so, what virtue would I be showing?"
"Brotherly love," said Bobby
A car parked on a lonely road is only
two generations removed from the Id
Dresses that button up the back are
caid to be returning to fashion and it
is expected that husbandfe will be
in demand once again.
From a Junior College composition
On A Rainy Day
"It began to rain cats and dogs and
soon the road was full of poodles.''
No Wonder—Remember Nero?
'When in Rome did you do as the
"No—my wife was with me."
Ignorance Is Bliss
John: I hear you're going to divorce
Joan: Why, how silly, I hardly know
Mr. Birney: I'd like a nice pair of
Shoe Clerk: For an oak desk or
Homer Lowe: How do they judge
beauty contest in Hawaii?
M. D. Crane: They take a straw
I wish I was as religious as Abie.
He clasps his hands so tight in
prayer, he can't get them open ven
der collection box comes around."
'Red' Delerey: The doctor says I
can't play golf.
"What-a-man" Green: Didn't you
Hugo Leuder: Why are you painting your car black?
John Durrenberger: In memory of
my dead battery and missing spark.
"Don't you know the difference between a horse and a donkey?"
"Well, I'd never mistake you for
The minister called at the Jones
house on Sunday afternoon and little
Willie answered the door.
"Pa ain't home," he announced, "He's
gone over to the Country Club."
The minister's brow darkened and
Willie hastened to explain.
"Oh, he ain't gonna play any golf.
He just went over for a few highballs
and a little stud poker."
In the Cafeteria
Elden Daunoy: "There's a piece of
rubber tire in my hash."
Waitress: "No doubt, the motor is
displacing the horse everywhere."
Pity the Fox
It seems that Louise Morgan was
visiting in Alaska and chanced to visit
a fox farm. After admiring a beautiful silver specimen, she is reported to
have asked her guide, "Just how many
times can the fox be skinned for its
"Three times, Madam," replied the
guide gravely, "Any more than that
would spoil his temper."
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a quivering sensation when he wrote:
"But look, the morn, in russet mantle
Walks o'er the dew of yon high
We see the beauty of that r
after it has been called to our attention, yet we cannot paint a similar
picture of our own accord.
Thus we are—dead to the life about
us. There'are incidents, it is true, that
arouse our feelings, but those incidents are comparatively few. Perhaps
some day we shall wake to find
"tongues in trees, books in the running
brooks, sermons in stones, and good in
everything." Until then, we are blind.
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Bender, the dean of women, "have
been such successes that it will be necessary this year to take steps to eliminate others than high school seniors
and Houston Junior College students
from the hall to prevent it from being
crowded. We are looking forward to
an even larger attendance this year."
The reception is to be followed by a
one-act play ia the auditorium. The
play, "The Immigrant," was written by
Mrs. T. H. Mattingly, a Houston Junior
The east of characters follows:
Mrs. Templeton Jane Witherspoon,
Mr. Templeton C. G. Hall
Son of Mrs. Templeton Jack Thurman
Madame Blanche. Madga Shole
.— _ Nora Louise Calhoun
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C. made a trip to Houston Wednesday,
John Dubois and Granville Walker
met Phil Hamberger and Gordon
Jones in the music room at 5:30 p.m.
Ida Marie Roberson and Aline Fife
debated Adele Drenkle and Lucille
Cafcalas before the entire student body
in a general assembly feature.
Both visiting teams won in their
respective contests, neither of which
was a scheduled meet of the T. J. C.
P. S. A.
All three debates, including one
with Westminster and two with South
Park, were on the question, "Resolved,
That the Nations of the World Should
Adopt a Policy of Free Trade."