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Title The Cougar, Vol. 6, No. 1, October 12, 1932
Alternative Title The Cougar, Vol. VI, No. 1, October 12, 1932
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  • Waggoner, Mary Esther
Date October 12, 1932
Language English
Description From title page: "Published by the journalism students of the Houston Junior College."
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  • College student newspapers and periodicals
  • University of Houston
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  • Houston, Texas
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  • newspapers
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Transcript THE COUGAR PACE THREE HUMOR A STUDE ABOUT COLLEGE By DOUG 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 like it. Do you know H. C.'s red-headed woman who has turned high hat? Com? down off your high horse, Madame Cotton. 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 them? 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. Congratulations, Blondie. 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 day. 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 diamond. Bill Stevens: Still, it is only a carbon copy. Soph to Frosh: Why are you sitting out here? FrOsh: I am doing my outside reading. 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 was there. Willie's prayer: 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 . wouldn't— 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 water, Walter 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? Dor- anil danc- othy is now studying r ing in Vienna. Where did you get those spats, coach? 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 Mr. Lemon. 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 activities. 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 poetry, then? A. C. L-: Not at all. But the last friend of mine he tried to throw out was an amateur boxer. THE BIG BROADCAST 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 goes on. "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 Fred Fusing. is the Radical Broadcasting Company. "And your station is N-U-T-S, and e correct time is 11:59 and 59 seconds. This time service is brought to you through the courtesy of the Baloney Watch Company, Fifth Avenue, Webster, Texas. Your Egg Layer. Good-night, all!" ■ THOUGHTS OF A DUMBBELL 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 of opinion. 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 paper hanger. 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." TIGER ECHOES— (Continued from Page 2) in which onion was the predominating factor. 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 They frighten HONOR ROLL 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 lawyer. 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 over aviation. 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. Reagan grad- 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 Bill Stephens time but once i freshman brawl, years of his life the Junior College. DRAMATIC CLUB— (Continued from Page 1) 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. NEW COURSES— (Continued from Page 1) 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. thin.' 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. dancer." ' A Freshman's Feelings By Cortis Lawrence COLLEGE! 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.
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