THE FALL OF THE
You've all heard the old saying, "All
that goes up is bound to come down".
Well, that's just what happened lo
quite a number of freshmen from the
1931 classes of seniors. There's Rob
Creech, dashing blonde yoll-leder from
Jeff Davis. During his high school career, he was THE man. It seems such
a pity too, just when one gains such a
wide popularity and wonderful distinction, to have it all go on the rocks
over night. But he doesn't suffer alone.
"The mighty Frye from Central High,"
who ranked with such Romeos as Gilbert, Gable, Chaplin, and the like, has
also suffered a severe come-down.
Even the versatile Murray Hart, with
his ever-ready "line" has to think up
a bigger and better one, in order to
compete with the men of this age. We
have another famous yell-leader
George Cleveland, in our midst, noted
for his individuality in the "sipping
of tea". These great men will always
be remembered for their heroic yell-
leading at the All City Boys game on
New Year's Day. It was those boys,
who stoically stood out in the mad and
rain and cheered their team to victory.
Oh, for Jhe return of the day when
yell leaders were yell leaders.
In glancing through the pages of this
old worn out history, I found a picture
of Wibna Lindsey, vivacious queen of
the 1931 hig*. school beauties. This
fair damsel from the downtown high
school has gone down in history along
with Garbo, Dressier, Moran, and the
other beauties of the screen.
On the page opposite Wilma's picture, I found a picture of a beautiful
blonde, and on closer examination, discovered it to be none other than our
own Melbadel Wright, another former
high school queen.
There was a time, I discovered in
the history book, when the name, B.
W. Payne, Jr., would have caused a
stir among any group of the fair sex,
but alas, there, are of ther B. W.'s, H.
D.'s, V. F.'s, and A. E.'s all swimming
around in the same "slimy" ocean.
Harry Phillips, coming from the species, who are fortunate enough to possess colored hair (the color being red) at
one time enjoyed the distinction of
editor of the Cosmos, Sam Houston
Yearbook, but of course, you understand that is history.
* Grace Schoelman, former Sam Houston belle,-and a pal to all the male sex,
has some competition in the new world,
what with all the beauties, kittens, etc..
that have migrated over to this place
called "College". Gladys Howard, individually known as "the one-man-
woman", is also found in the dilapidated pages of Sam Houston history.
Ruth Depperman, beautiful brunette;
and former Texas U. student, is enjoying, or should I say, enduring the
"curse of the sophomore".
Opal Brown,' blonde beauty of Jeff
Davis, has also known more popular
days. Don't worry, Opal, you'll be a
sophomore by and by. . Leslie Martin,
noted saxophone pbvyer" during the
days of the Aristocrats, along with
Lynn Galena, is also suffering from
this malady called "insignificance".
Vivian Lesher, better known as
"Pat", the little "lisping ingenue" from
Sam Houston, is seldom seen around
without a freshman. They'll grow
larger, pat, in tho years to come. Jimmie Brinkley, the boy with the "stay-
comb" hair, has decided to take life
as it is, and forget that ha was ever
a daring senior.
I can't help but shed a tear when I
think of the rise and fall of these celebrities. 'Tis sad, but true. Don't
worry, freshmen, theres' always a
chance for a comeback.-Bet I y Coving-
Scenes at the Formal Opening of Houston Junior College
The above pictures present scenes
at the official opening of school and
some of the prominent students in
Top left, a general view of the
assembled students at the formal_
Bottom left, members of the faculty and visitors on the stage.
Right, Rcna Mac Butler, recently
elected president of the Cougar
Collegians, girls' pep squad.
Bottom, left to right, are Cy
Shaw, president of the students' association, and Jim Bertrand, president of the sophomore class.
"Windy" Graham Speaks
As we go into the last half of the
ninth inning the score is tied.
Red Grange winds up and tosses the
oval the middle of the platter. Demp
sey delivers a foul blow that hits
Catcher Tilden just below the belt. He
takes the count of five, but is up on
his feet again.
The next pitch is in there ar.d Demp-
sey grounds to third baseman, St rangier Lewis, who applies a head-lock and
tosses the old horse hide to First
Baseman Lindberg for the putout; making it second down and 10 to go.
Al Capone now walks to the plate
So Say Sophs
Dear little freshie that feels so big,
Great big soph'll make you jig
In turned around ties, caps and bows,
Red suspenders—colors surely do
You looked so important awhile ago,
Caps and gowns you donned with a
You strutted about, you were graduates
Your importance is dimmed—your
time you spend
In carrying trays, and crapping feet,
You bow to all the girls you meet.
Freshie, so green, you have far to go
To prove to a soph that it's a lot
Thru The Bunghole
With Dr. "Bull" Schuder
Helen: Isn't Fido a naughty dog,
mama? He ale my dolly's slipper.
Mother: Yes. darling, he ought to be
Helen: I did punish him. I went
straight to his kennel and drank his
He appears confident of putting the old
apple on the spot. Al is safe when
Second Baseman Bobby Jones fails to
sink a putt after signaling for a fair
catch to Capones fly.
The crowd is going wild as Tom Mix
rides Tony to the plate. On the first
serve Mix drives the ball over the
goal posts for a touchdown, ending the
Dr. Oberholter jerks off his head
Professor: "Somebody wake up that
freshman back there on the last seat.'"
Despite the much ballyhooed depres-
on and the fact that there will be
comparatively few holidays this year,
the student body of H. J. C. numbers
some rather remarkable characters. It
may be that the present season will
witness a goodly number of distorted
romances. There is one freshman enrolled who up until last week had been
giving a certain girl friend the grand
rush. He was even in the habit of taking her to Sunday school every Sunday. However, this past Wednesday the
said freshman, at the suggestion, of a
group of Sophomores, proposed to a
J. C. girl and she accepted. Sunday,
girl number one went to Sunday school
with the arch rival and the hero of
this story was absent entirely.
Freshman Julian Hurwitz expresses
pleasure at the idea of the freshman
girls going without cosmetics and wearing low-heel shoes. Hurwitz states
that he has always wondered just what
a girl really did look like anyway. It
is rather hard on some of the girls
though. We males never knew what
artists they really were.
Mister (this will probably come out
on Wednesday and we have to address
all sophs in that manner) Hugo Leaders evidently felt at his maternal instinct creepng up on fun, as he brought
a nice new freshman (wrapped in
moisture-proof, dust-proof celopane)
and had him enroll in the engineering
class. Leaders is from the Heights, but
he can't do anything about it. Oh yes,
the freshman is Harry Augustus Ech-
Fame is fleeting as the wind however, and now we learn that Harry
D. Mathews, the demon pianist, has
two under-studies. Leave it to Harry
to go anybody one better. His pro-
tges are listed as Brown J. Woolley and
Bob Creech. They take chemistry, but
are more famous as motor-cycle-
We have it from rather unreliable
source that one of our most prominent
sophomore girls has let the endearing
term of 'Mai, which the freshman girls
must use in addressing her, go to her
head and is now giving advice to the
lower classmen. This being her first
year as a soph, maybe she should be
forgiven if she advises the younger
girls never fo slap a boy when he is
In view of the recent statement of a
Professor C. G. Shaw that persons who
whistle are morons, we feel reluctant
to state that Fish Leslie Martin and
Eugene Heard and Soph James Julian
will join the writer in rendering the
Fish Heard i3 the original hard-luck
student. He dropped his 7:30 to 8:30
class on Monday and on the following
Wednesday there was no class at that
hour on account of the freshman and
sophomore class meetings.
Pursuant with our desire to present
only the outstanding news of H. J. C.
in this column, we make the following
If you are in need of publicity of this
sore, merely address a card or letter
to Dr: 'Bull' Scuder, in care of this
Let the fate of Aloysius Blosser
guide you in the straight and narrow
path set down for freshmen.
Aloysius was a slime in the Junior
college several years ago. He was the
type who disagreed with every rule regarding freshman conduct at college,
forgetting that he was no longer in
Like many of the 1931 freshmen, Al
believed that it was his duty to violate
any regulation when a sophomore was
not around. It often happened that he
was successful in his subordination
"I rate as much as any sophomore,"
was poor Al's motto.
One day the luckless Aloysius turned up missing from his classes. His
absences continued until the school authorities were forcer to drop him from
the student body.
Al's classmates never completely
solved his disappearance. Many believed that little Al had quit school
to go to work while others thought
that he had busted-out.
However, no one knew that our beloved freshman was given his lesson by
several sophomores and in that manner
decided not to remain in school.
Every freshman now in the Junior
college can fix himself in the good
graces of all- upper classmen by ae-
acquainting himself with the freshman
regulations and by obeying them.
Remember: the sophomore class is
the ranking part of the student body!
John H.: I can't get the car to go,—
we're stuck. I simply can't budge it.
Hula A.: Just a minute, I'll run across
the street to Portia's. She told me they
keep a budget.