A monthlv newspaper devoted to th<
Interests of Houston Junior College. Pub-
lished by the Journalism Depart ment
Houston Junior College.
Louise Sbeoperd Editor-in-Chief
Margaret Boyel i Assistant Kdltur
Denis Snelgl Make-ui>
Helen Cheney Activity
Doris Hart man Humor
Robert Tr.i. ej Sport
F. R. Birney Advisor
George Lanaux Kram-rs K"*t*
Mrs. P. B Nagel j m Oormai
Frances Wlllaid Celia Leaky
Ivaliie Mi. ■ Margaret Tabany
Kflilit Am h I...in ii Grant
Mary Adele Cobb Jane Wllhersiioon
R. E. Neil Harold Summerlln
Mauiee Anderson Uyce spilman
Fred Mills Maurlne Edmlnslet
Harold Wood Assistant Mnnagcr
WUma T.eman Typist
Celia Leaky Manager
W. H. Miner. Virginia Rainbolt
This Thing of Good Manners
To talk of good manners to people
of college age ought to be unnecessary—that kind or thing should have
been learned back in kindergarten
days. But the rudeness qf a few students during the last few weeks seems
to indicate that at least some of them
seed to be taught a few manners.
Perhaps these students are just
thoughtless. Maybe they really know
better. We hope so. Hut, often so,
for their own good they should have
these things called to their attention;
they should be brought to realize that
both teacher and other students will
judge them by these discourtesies,
and not only they, but their families,
will be censured.
Especially discourteous are those
■students who come in to the cafeteria
at the end of a long line, cut In
ahead of others, and take p'aces near
the head of the line. Of course, not
a great deal of harm Is done those
who have been displaced—a few more
ahead don't make such a lot of difference in time—but it is irritating
to have waited some ten or fifteen
minutes at the end of a long line only
to have others rush in late and take
places near the front as if they
were the only ones to be considered.
Such selfishness is disgusting.
Then there are the students who
congregate in the halls near the open
doors of busy classrooms. They fill
the air with such shouting and laughing that it is often impossible to hear
what is going on in the c'assroom.
Just another exhibition of thoughtlessness, or ill-breeding, or whatever
you want to call it.
And last, but not, least are those
students who seem to want to drown
out every word spoken by the teacher
during the class period. No matter
how interesting or important the lecture or discussion may be, these students insist on carrying on their own
petty conversations whenever they so
All that childishness ought to be
put away now. You're not babies.
You're of college age. Act it. You'll
soon be out in the world on your own
(if you're not already) and if you
ever want to get anywhere you'd better learn to consider other folks sometimes. You'll be a grand flop if you
don't. And they you'll whine about
somebody else getting all the breaks.
It's up to you, brother (or sister).
Take your choice!
LeCs Have Some Pep
By DORIS HORTMAN
What's the matter? Dead and don't
know It! that's the trouble.
Listen, you students of Junior College! We've got to have P. E. P. to
keep this school going and where is
it coming from? It's got to come from
the Btudent body.
This peplessneas on your part la
caused by lack of interest. You
not interested in the Cougar—you
aren't interested In Junior College
football; you aren't interested in Junior College dances—you aren't Interested in any of the clubs—in fact,
you aren't interested In Junior College.
This is a plea for enthusiasm, pep
—anything that remotely resembles
The Abilene High Battery of Abilene, Texas, sends us a nice newsy
paper. It is also well organized. The
paper lacks humor, which is rather
essential to any school paper. It has
many writeups of interest and importance in it. The news is not only of
[he school but outside factors too.
We've enjoyed it lots. Let us hear
i'rom you again soon. Here's a little
verse found in the paper—don't mind
f stood upen a mountain,
And looked out on the pain,
I saw a lot of green stuff,
That, looked like growing grain,
So I took another look at it,
I thought it must be grass.
But goodness to my horror,
It was only "The Freshman Class!"
The Bay Window of the Muskegon
Junior College Is an excellent paper
put out semi-monthly. The front page
is rather monotonous in its regularity
of the topic placement. There is one
column under the head of "Library"
which gives a literary criticism with
each publication. This should prove
very beneficial and would be a good
thing if more papers had something
of the same nature included in them.
There is some rare humor In this little paper, some real humor. Here are
just a few of them:
Hay: "Do you file your nails?"
Stalk: "No, I just cut them and
throw them away."
Then there is the Scotchman who
boiled his potatoes iu sea water *o
Mr. Harris: "I see that there are
some book-worms in school this year."
Catheryn Meyers: "Why don't they
spray the place with Flit?"—(Adv.)
The Viking hails from a school way
elf in Long Beach. Calif. Long
Beach Junior College. It is an interesting little paper In spite of the lack
of humor. One page entirely is de-
ted to athletics, with numerous cartoons included in it. The arrange-
ient of the first page Is, though not
unusual, a little hit different from
that of the usual school paper. We
like it as well as the news contained
in it. Here is a sample of some of the
Teacher: "Robert, your essay on
'My Mother' was just the same as
Robert: "Yes, sir, we have the same
"They call him Luke because he is
ot so hot!"
The Mountaineer is a nice paper
printed by the Schrelner Institute at
Kerrvllle, Texas. It has a very attractive front page arrangement. The paper, however, may be improved with
the addition of some humor. It would
keep it from being quite dry. Try
using a little of the space occupied
with ads for jokes. A few of the
local quotations of the paper that
might prove useful to us as well as
being clever are:
"Let's not be asses; let's not e
Don't kid about safety. You may be
The Purple Pup is a well-edited
paper put out by the Sidney Lanier
Junior High School, Houston, Texas
The paper has quite a varied selection of writeups concerning the news
ot the school. It has a lot of good
humor. Just a few instances are:
"McTab is a resourceful old Scotch-
"What has he done now?"
"The doctor told him he had sugar
in his tears so he cries over his corn
flakes every morning."
OH, FIREMAN! FIREMAN!
SPREAD YOUR NET OR
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LIFE IN THE BIG CITY
By GEORGE LANAUX
Rain! Thunder! Lightning! The
rth wind shrieking its path through
city's streets! The elements were
their worst as the tower clock
tolled out the hour—2 a. m.
Within .1 dimly lighted room of a
massive old red brick building, four
>n figures sat hudrLed about a
crude oaken table. Their features
:ould not be discerned, save for an
iccasional glimpse as the llgntning
flared through the dripping window-
pane. They spoke no word. Aside
from the rear of the fire in the old
stove, no noise was heard within
room save an occasional clicking
upon the table top. What were these
doing? Did they plot the destiny
of others? No! They were playing
u spite of the hazards of the storm,
spite of everything, the city was
safe. Jack, Joe, Jim, and Jack were
on the job. The city's protectors were
at their post. Firemen! Their's was a
fierce task—the eternal saving of ladies' children, the eternal pumping
of hooded cellars, the eternal playing if dominoes—a man'3 task—but
they did it, and did it well. Jack, Joe,
Jim and Jake were on the job!
2:15 a. m., and conditions were no
better, but just one minute later and,
though the storm raged on as before,
everything was changed. The crashing of a gong and the four became
stantly alive. No longer inert, they
jumped about as so many bundles of
nerves—arcs flared—another gong—
the roar of a monster motor—a huge
door pushed open against the gale—
the blood-curdling shriek of a siren—
Jack, Joe, Jim and Jake were on the
Rain! Thunder! Lightning! And
through it all the engine crashed its
way, reeling from side to side, skid
ding around paved corners, churning
through muddy lanes. Jack, driving
the monster muttered under his
breath as the rain blinded his vision. Joe cranked the siren and, muttered under his breath. Jim and Joe
muttered under their breaths as they
clung desperately upon the rear step.
A right-hand swerve that riled everything pell inell into one corner of
the truek, and they bolted up to the
"sprung" alarm box. A forlorn figure,
his wet clothing clinging tight to his
body, stood solitary and alone upon
the corner. He shouted—his voice
was scarcely audible above the shrieking wind:
"Oh, I shay, osshiffer, i mean firemen, I losht my key; woudja help me
hi my winder?"
And Jack, Joe, Jim and Jake were
on the job!
Moral: If you didn't like it, what
the h—1 did you read it for. Also—
show some school spirit.
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itself to advantage when, later in
ife he is able to throw off his mental
burdens and lighten his entire life
through nothing more than his education, and his background. I know
a rather wealthy gentleman whose
family ]jfe j3 a wonderful example
il this. He came from nothing, and
consequently, since his entire life has
been spent in accumulating financial
resources, he is uneducated. But he
married an educated woman, and he
saw to it that his only son graduated from college. Now he is retired
and the pity of it Is that he cannot
in any way appreciate his position
while his wife and son enjoy the environment that their wealth can sustain. His work ended—his life ended.
Take an interest in some of our ac-
'ivities. Join the basket ball team;
contribute to the Cougar; join a club
—sleep Junior Col'ege, think Junior
College, talk Junior College. We canrt
let Junior College become just a night
school—and that's what It's going to
do unless you students take some Interest In the school and get some
AROUND THE SCHOOL
Mr. Ledlow—"It seems to me,
dear, that there Is something wrong
with this cake."
Mrs. Ledlow—"That shows you know
nothing about it, darling. The Cookbook says it's perfectly delicious!"
fJorman—"My wife's gone to the
Gorman—"No— she wanted to go.
Mr. Duggan—"Dear, will you please
turn off the radio?"
Mrs. Duggan—"But it isn't on, dear.
Now, as I was saying ."
Collegians, attention! Here is a corner for the settling of your woes and
troubles, heartaches, jealousies, and
what-not. Just give your letters, which
may be aither asking for advice or
giving advice to those in need from
your own experience, to Louise Forrest, my solicitor. Do not be surprised
if she should attempt to pry such letters from yt>u, for she means to keep
supplied with the latest troubles
affairs whether you will or not!
I, Sally Ann, promise to answer you
iously, in the best of intentions,
in my very most up-to-date advice.
Dear Sally Ann:
am in a terrible state of mind. I
desperately hi love with four wonderful girls. Two are brunettes and
another is a little blonde, just
five feet tall, and IS sne cute! I SAY
he is. Last, but not least, is the
sweetest little red-head in the world.
Do you wonder that I am worried?
Please help me decide which one I
Yours for advice.
Why SHOULD you prefer one of
these dear and varl-eolored-headed
girls above the others, which would
be very hard to do, especially in the
case of the twins? Really, I do not
understand, lor, by your letter, you
do not siem to he the stable sort o"
person who is satisfied to be a
"steady" for some time yet. You
have such a charming quadruplet
from which to choose your type, but
do not choose it now.
Dear Sally Ann:
Friday a young senior at the Dental college, of whom I am very fond
and with whom I was to have a date
that night, called when I was out and
left his number. Later I called and
his roommate told me that the young
doctor had just stepped out, but he,
himself, would deliver the message.
After many apologies, he said that the
doctor wanted to break his date with
me because his girl from Fort Worth
had arrived and that of course she
was expecting a date with him; that
thedoctor was very sorry and would
still like to have a date with me,
wanted me to come to dance anyway,
wanted to see me real soon; he continued to apologize.
Now-, my dear Sally Ann, I suspect
that I've been lied to nad given up
in preference to another Houston girl
instead of an out-of-town girl. I van;
to Know wLiil position I should take
against this young Joctor.
"A jouug school teacher."
My Dear Ida:
You should not be too harsh to your
young doctor. Poor man, between two
fires! Such an innocent>souiiding,
mopping-his-brow, young man, who
was evidently so upset that he could
not come to the phone, who had even
made his friend upset, surely does
not deserve to have a position taken
gainst him. But although you should
not, I advise that you do! Be, by no
other than very cool to him
until he has worked hard enough to
get back your favor.
Dear Sally Ann:
I'm terribly upset.
What would you do if you were in
love with a handsome young man (I'm
!ure it's love this time), and, just
when everything was going good, a
Junior College blonde who is really
dangerous, appeared on the scene and
your boy friend is a gentleman?
That's my story. I hope you understand just what it means to me.
My Dear Opal:
I'm dreadfully sorry your boy frie.'id
is e gentleman for they are scarce
around these parts, and if the blonde
is good enough to get him away even
when you had things "going good,"
I am afraid he Is gone forever. However, if i were you, I would sttirty
her technique, see what It is that
most appeals to him, add that to my
own technique, and strengthen any
good points of my own that she happens to lack, then begin again!
Dear Sally Ann:
Is it foolish for a girl to prepare
herself for a medical career, spending
The Tennis Club held its first meeting Dec. 6 under the sponsorship of
Mrs. Bender and Miss Mackey.
The club desires to organize this
fall so that next spring when tennis
season comes all members of the
club will be ready to play.
Membership is open to everyone
ho plays tennis or wishes to learn
i play. Instructions in the game will
be given to members who do not know
how to play by those in the club who
are already playing.
All students interested in tennis be
sure to watch the bulletin board for
The Houston Junior College Honor
Society, which is sponsored by Mrs.
Soule, asks that all giivs interested in
this association get in touch with ihe
ponsor as soon as possible so that a
delinite program can be arranged for
the coming term.
All girls are eligible except those
taking less than two courses at the
The boys of Houston Junior College
are invited to join the Fencing Cub
which held its first regular meeting
Nov. 2 and are asked to give their
names to Mrs. Bender, as soon as possible.
Two members of the club gave an
exhibition in the art of skilfully using
a foil at assembly on Nov. 20.
The bulletin board will carry notices of each meeting that the club
Frosh Soph Melee—
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tily attired in what prisons term
"the death house garb." Say Joe, you
weren't outfitted by some enterprising undertaker, were you?
Aha, now we know the younger
Christensou'3 ancestral name—Kelly
Duluth. T east that's what his red
E amiels showed.
Fred Mil's brought along his nut-
tens. Someone told him the field
would be muOfiy" Aw Fweddy, did you
get you- nrec-ous hands soiled?
"det that Airdale out," pleaded
irate bop'-.s, as "Lulu" Hofheinz
pranced nbout the track. Gee, Hey
^ a great game oE football. Se:-.
3w's the foot J. W.? Newton would
take home a bum liniD for a souvenir,
Ikey" Tracy showed up so well
in the Sophomore slaughter that his
services were enlisted for the Blinn
Irene Cafcalas and Celia Lesky did
their duty by the teams and furnished
ses. of water for the "dreat big
football men" during time outs.
'Stop Tamborello," was the Freshman cry. Tarn's 4 hundred pounds
a big factor lu the upper classmen victory.
For those that are interested, the
score was T to 2.
Several thousand members of the
fairer sex of Junior College braved
red noses, and cold footsies to boost
their class prides. Many a shrill "Hello' floated over the field as some girl
discovered her latest crush in the
thick of the battle. No wonder Joe
Jacobs couldn't remember how many
Hey Heys were to be used in the
Virginia Rainbolt lost a few pounds
toting the stick around as a lineman.
Now she'll let Rosalind's clothes
No one knew what everything was
about, but just the same the SOPHO-
MORE-freshmen battle was a g-eat affair.
her father's money and her time,
when she plans to marry someone
capable of taking care of her for life?
My Dear Ruth:
Everything depends on the girl's
own attitude as to whether she
wishes to be "taken care of for life,"
or to follow her own career and be
"happy though married." If she does
not intend to use her medical training seriously, it would be foolish for
her to take it up seriously; but if she
likes the study so much that she is
wiling to spend the years of work
necessary, she should think a long
time before giving it up, for a waBte
of talent is one of the saddest things
in the world.