A STUDE ABOUT COLLEGE
Hi! there, everybody. This the first
issue of this column which will deal
with the human and interesting side
of the news. Anything you want will be
printed here, that is, if it can be cleaned up enough. Here's hoping you'll
Do you know H. C.'s red-headed
woman who has turned high hat?
Com? down off your high horse,
The Comics are in town. We mean
Mutt and Jeff in the persons of Catherine B. and Margie W. They're a
couple of good kids- Want to meet
Hey, girls could any of you go with
a boy for a year steady and still be
in love with him? Well, our own little Eugenia Stevenson has done it.
Do w-3 take too much for granted
when we say that Mary Bradley is that
way about a certain gigolo?
Fred Aebi is funny that way toward
Ana Owen. What's the matter, Fred?
We thought it was Wilma the other
Do you know that great big, good
looking fellow, Leeds Bay less? He'
a real sport.
Do you know the nice looking blonde
that Jimmy Brinkley has been seeing
so much of lately?
Hamp K. must have been looking
far into the future when he bought
those boots or else he bought them
at Ira Watson's.
This fellow Floyd Stough is a student in spite of his friend, H. V. Baker.
Rena Mai Butler is taking State for
a ride, while Gordon Jones hangs on.
r. Henderson: "How it is you're
late again this'evening?
Lorena Williams: Well, you see,
there are eight of us in the house and
ie alarm was only set for seven.
Mr. Bishkin: Scientifically speaking.
coal is of the same composition as the
Bill Stevens: Still, it is only a carbon copy.
Soph to Frosh: Why are you sitting
FrOsh: I am doing my outside
Jimmie Brinkley: Have you read
"To a Field Mouse"?
Andrew Shebey: No, how do you get
'em to listen?
Mi'. Miller: When you married me,
you promised to obey me.
Mrs. Miller: Yes, only because I did
not want a row when the minister
God bless pa; God bless ma;
God bless Willie. Rah! Rah! Rah!
Evelyn Bash a re: They have just
dropped their anchor.
Mack Douglas: Gracious, I was
afraid they would. It's been dangling
Jane Allison: Sir, I am a bill collector.
Leeds Bayless: Then I can furnish
How many of vou readers of The '- y°u with °ne of the most choice col-
Cougar would support an annual this '. Actions m the world. I thought you
year? If you are in favor of one, talk were a™* money,
it up .~mong your fellow sludents.
There is a movement on foot to put J
one out, and, personally, we're for it!
Lillian Schwartz: I'd rather
Harold Renfrow: Aw, just one.
Lillian Schwartz: But what will
mother say if—?
Harold Renfrow: If I take just one,
you mother will never know.
Lillian Schwartz:Oh, yes she will;
she has all her cookies counted out.
What about three cheers for our
greatest sport? We mean "Tiny" Lucy
Grady. O* K., Tiny.
Know who had the best time at the
reception the other night? Well, it
was the big, tall, good-naiured fellow
who played the baby. By the way,
his name is Vernon May.
Elizabeth Allen is still very much
that way about Tommie Hale. Harriet Allen has found somebody in Junior College to pay attention to. So : keep out of those pices.
the Allen twins are all fixed up.
Nora Louise Calhoun gets a letter
every day from Austin. Can it be they
really have put O. D. in the institute?
Girls, do you know H. J. C.'s best
dancer? No? Well, it's our own
Elmer Hamilton. ■
Do you know that the neighbors
along a certain young man's route
home at night are complaining about
his vocal ability? Ah, Jesse Darling,
take correspondence lessons.
Do any of you remember the cute
red head who attended our College l Mr Harris: Robert Burns wrote
sometime ngo and is now working at ; a Fieldmouse."
Goggan's? We mean Florence Odom. , pat Fo] frQm ^ of r0Qm). Did
Drop by and see her.
"Pug"' Julian: She had her nose
broken in three places!
Emily Castle: That will teach her to
Kitty Hurlock: Oh, auntie sent me
a whole box of these pretzels, and I
don't even know how to play the
Mr. Hooker: What's the formula for
Walter Bieset: HIJKLMNO.
Mrj Hooker: Absurd!
Walter: Why, yesterday you said it
was H to O!
Another red head often seen
:ampus was Dorothy Asbury.
Pat Foley (from r
; he get an answer?
othy is now studying r
ing in Vienna.
Where did you get those spats,
This column wishes to say that it
thinks that Harold Ball Renfro was a
might good sport and a fine fellow in
the way that he handled the situation
when he was placed on the spot in
auditorium the olher night.
Did you know that plans are baing
made for a dance to be held every
other Friday night as a Junior College
dance? Complete details aro forthcoming.
Who is ihe school undertaker? Page
Have you met the Kingfish of H.
J. C? We'll let you in on it, it is
none other than Professor Harris.
Have you met that sweet little half-
pint in the person of Mildred Lernard?
Could you take five years of French
and still love it? I'd have to love it
to take it at all, but a certain Atal
Barker is entering her sixth year.
Do you know ihe new words to the
"Sweetheart of Sigma Chi?" ■
This column thanks Miss Hope Mc-
CufcS-fin for her irierestirfi arUicks
in the Press concerning our college
Mr. Kerbow: Young man, do you
thbrk you can support my daughter
on forty dollars a week?
Henry Robinson I'm willing to try,
sir—if that's the best you can do.
Alice Claire Luckel: Daddy is so
pleased to hear you are a poet.
Elmer Hampton: Fine. He likes
A. C. L-: Not at all. But the last
friend of mine he tried to throw out
was an amateur boxer.
By C. W. SKIPPER
"Well, folks, here we are for to-
ght's right, all ready to give you the
ngside action. In the main fight
tonight, we have battling McConnell,
who has knocked over some of the best
fighters of the East."
'Wait, folks! Here comes that big
Jackski Polaski, the other boy in the
fight tonight. He is coming up the
isle in her maroon negligee, smiling
and shaking hands with the crowd.
He takes his seat in his corner and
poses for the photographers. Now
McConnell is coming up the aisle to
enter the ring. The crowd goes wild!
"And by the way, folks, have you
ied the new Halitosis cough drop?
There's not a cough drop in a carload.
Go to your nearest dealer and demand
those delicious Halitosi:; cough drops.
"McConnel and Polaski have just
shaken hands and kissed in the center
of tha ring. The boys go back to thi
corners, and there's ths bell!
"McConnell comes out fast, but goes
back to his corner faster as Polaski
lands a terrific right to "the chin,
folks, it's all a mistake. Plo—I mean
Lpo—aw, Polaski merely meant to
shake hands with his opponent, but
was a little high with his handshake.
He has apologized now, and the fight
"The boj's are dancing in the middle
of the ring very cautiously. The band
starts up and the boys are keeping in
perfect step. Oh, Oh! McConnell is
mad. It seems that Polaski knocked
some of the powder from his nose, and
is he mad!
"You folks probably remember that
Polaski was quite an athlete in college.
He was the leader in the Vassar dai-iv
chain, and was a great debater until
he developed a bad cough. And by
the way, folks, have you tried the best
thing in cough drops? Don't wait
until tomorrow to try those good
Halitosis cough drops, the delicious
product made by the Schmidt Sisters.
"Oh, folks, what a fight you're missing! McConnell has Polaski in the
corner! Now he has him on the ropes!
Boy, he's hitting him with everything
but the second's stool! Wait! He hit
him with the stool, then! Polaski's
down! No, no, McConnell is down!
No, we beg your pardon, the referee is
"Have you tried tho new vinegar-
coated Halitosis cough drops. They are
the best in town. See your dealer
today and get a package of those
licious new drops.
"Folks, we will now take up the
ccunt. One, two, three, four, five, six,
seven, eight, nine, and ten! Folks,
igh I have just been robbed,
(cough) There are only 10 (cough)
igh drops in this box of (cough)
Halitosis cough drops. I've been
(cough) robbed! Anybody that buys
hese cough drops are suckers! Good
afternoon, folks. Your announcer is
is the Radical Broadcasting
"And your station is N-U-T-S, and
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you through the courtesy of the Baloney Watch Company, Fifth Avenue,
Webster, Texas. Your
Egg Layer. Good-night, all!" ■
By JAMES JULIAN
The ides of September find the local
yokelry digging out the old slate and
pencils, and proceeding to H. J. C.—
the local hall of higher learning.
Tha characteristic slither of feet
punctuate the co-mingling of voices
heard in the halls between classes.
Freshmen are seen slinking thru' the
corridors as if to hide from some reproving upper cl;
The freshmen have already announced the sophomores as a bunch
of indomitable tyrants and unconscionable ruffians, while the sophs say
the lower classmen are not lung but
moranic impossibilities. Just a matter
Freshmen approaching the gym for
the freshman brawl looked more like
martyrs approaching maryrdom than
collegians who are generally believed
to be hot-cha. But cheer up, frosh.
You will get to paint and boss the
hole freshman class next year.
\ * • *
Kitty Hurlock, comely little fresh
Lan, created a furore that barely fell
short of being a riot at the freshman
reception. At one time no less than
eighteen would-be dancers lined up
for the privilege of just two steps (no
more, no less) with the popular Kitty
who was busier than a one-armed
Hamp Robinson, soph, is just a
gigolo trynig to giggle his way thru'
college. When asked how he acquired
the reputation of being a dancer of no
mean ability, he replied: "It's easy-
all you have to do is make a hot-cha
noise and dance like one leg is shorter
than the other."
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in which onion was the predominating
Then half asleep we went to two
classes in which Miss Hubbard, Sam
Houston's sweetest teacher, was the
only famitir person.
Everyone is friendly (or are they
just lonely, too?) but at 9 one is so
sleepy that the journey through unknown knowledge is a nightmare. And
hy are the men teacher
Harold Bell Renfro: tall, blond, and
handsome frat man who has a repu-
for going with beauties; a good
sport, as anyone could see, who after
his Dramatic, Public Speaking career
J. C. is going to Texas U. to prepare for his ambition of being a
Leeds Bayless: freshman from Cle-
hurne who bruised his nose pushing
peanut at the freshman reception;
wants to be a baby specialist; (aw, not
that kind of baby) likes to carry
books for sophomore girls.
Mac Douglas; last year's freshman
president; San Jacinto graduate; is for
H. J. C. bi-monthly dances; is gnuts
Jimmy Brinkley: president of Students' Association; friendly, swell
dancer, debater, organizer, master-of-
ceremonies-er, popular, industrious,
likes brunettes in pink dresses. (You
needn't give this little boy a hand—
ws've already done it).
Florence Borofsky: "Flops"; secretary of Cougar Collegians; Galveston
freshman; tennis champion, dancer,
swimmer, English and Bug shark; ambitious to be an old maid.
Mildred Cutting: Joan Crawfordish;
swims and plays tennis; has taken art
courses and voice culture in the East:
hobby is painting.
R. L. Marshall: "Red";
uate and debater; plans
U. to be a lawyer.
o atend Texas
"History repeats itself," say the sagacious philosophers. It sure repeats
itself if its History 113 taken from our
jovial history prof—Mr. Miner.
Francine Ferguson (no kin to Ma),
popular beauty from the Heights,
seems to attract her share of followers
from the stronger but quieter sex.
Miss Ferguson is not a stranger to
Junior College students as she repre-
;;nted Reagan High School last May
in the reception given for high school
never had a better
i his life before the
That time was the 19
before he started to
time but once i
years of his life
the Junior College.
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as there is no class in dramatics offered at Junior College this year and no
assistance can be offered by the school.
At the meeting dependability in
keeping appointments was especially
;mphasized by the director, who also
stated that he would post a schedule
of meetings on the bulletin board.
According to Mrs. Bender, anyone
interested in dramatics should be sure
to attend the club's next meeting.
Plans have already been made, and try-
outs for parts in plays will soon be
considered. Participation in any plays
given by the Dramatic Club nece
tates membership in the club.
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background to the study of any gov-
"The large body of young people who
immediately into vocational life
.11 soon find, if my plans meet with
so tall and . success, vocational courses here which
freshman. Par-! will make Houston Junior College
while I fake time out for a | comp^'ont and recognized vocational
bit of homesick suiciding. ' finishing school," stated Mr. Dupre.
Eugenia Stevenson: last year's secretary of the Students' Association,
* * * I looks like a doll (not a rag one); goes
Donald Aitken is owner of the j with a dental college boy; her father
world's largest feet. Eight couples is the principal at Milby.
made a short-cut over Donnie's pedal * * *
extremities at the freshman rub. But Frances Nesmith: treasurer of the
with tears in his oyes Donald recalls Cougar Collegians, goes with Marian
what the poet said about it in: "Bars Robinson; suntanned; never has had
do not a prison make, nor shoes a a dream; going to Texas U.
A Freshman's Feelings
By Cortis Lawrence
That awe inspiring word!
Since kindergarten days I have lived
l terror of the time when I should
scome a member of that institution.
"When you enter college"—so often
ie tirade of reprimand began when
lessons were unprepared.
Yes, some day the portals of college
would swing wide and, with an inevitable suction, draw me in with the
tide. All through my senior year of
high school I would constantly picture
"Demon College" hunched in some
corner licking his chops, laughing with
satanic glee, as he bade his time. My
enthusiasm on becoming a senior was
lessened daily as the fated hour approached.
At last it swooped down on me!
Frantically I tried to avoid the issue
but Kismet had decreed otherwise. So
with the boldest front I could muster,
I lagged into battle.
The horror of that first day!
Forgetting all the grammar I had
absorbed in my four years of high
school study, I rushed up to one of the
instructors and blustered (to veil my
inferiority complex) "Where do I register at?"
On being told whe^e the AT was, I
proceeded to that arduous task. Pathetically I tried to summon my vanishing courage and outline my course.
I would at least show that I had a
definite goal in mind. But what had
I decided? Did I want to become a
mechanical engineer, dietitian, or football player? All semblance of an idea
regarding my future had entirely
deserted me. Finally, some one took
me in charge and gave me the classification that best suited me according
to my behavior.
As all bad things must come to an
end, as well as all good things, the
crdeal of attaining the coveted position of college freshman was finished.
As I dragged myself home, weary
from the excruciating toil of my first
day at college, the thought kept running through my mind:
"What a price, glory!"
Wilma Lindsey and Evelyn Coffee
have their hands full in trying to keep
their freshman charge—Mary Stephenson—along the straight and narrow
paths. But it seems a huge undertaking, because Mary wants to vamp
all the boys in school; and she almost
Pat Foley, sophomoric mastodon, has
been telling all the frosh that he isn't
lazy; but those who know Pat believe
he is just^ like a frog—when he isrT
hopping, he sits down.
Virginia Cotten, red-headed beauty,
confesses that she enjoyed the freshman reception. Virginia likes dancing
and will dance with anybody—even
bears. Bears hug.
Cheer up, greenie—freshman boy,
True! Life for you holds no joy.
But there, there don't you cry,
You'll be a sophomore bye'n bye.
Some day of course you'll have fun,
By putting freshies on the run;
But now we know your joys are few,
Because Brinkley is always after you.
Max Cohen and Ralph Mauret, half-
pint size freshmen, may be seen about
the campus with Oxford pipes in their
mouths. Rawthaw dignified for frosh.