Whats' becoming of the old Hoopie
and the "Modern Open Air Taxi?"
They're fast disappearing and someone is to blame.
Main street and the various school
campuses seem singularly deserted and
we discovered the reason why . . . it's
the absence of the Collegiate Fords—
we want them back. The flapper and
fair young ladies are spurning their
offers and invitations to choose instead
the new Ford and a supposedly more
sensible chauffeur. Well, they are all
wet, and we will show you why.
In the days of Knights and
Ladies, many a blushing damsel, rode
away with her light o' love encased in
a tin suit and mounted on an old nag
because she had not learned the aloof-
nes and sophistication of the modern
Perhaps you need convincing that
the "Jazz Fire Wagon" is superior to
the latest model. We'll compare the
New Coupe with the Collegiate Model.
In the open air type, after a strenuous evening, think of the glorious
ride in a car without a top or windshield, only the bare necessities.
The clear, crisp night air; the pale
moon hanging in the misty sky; the
silver stars twinkling their good-evening.
Think of the fun of seeing everything as you go riding by in your modernistic chassis, and then the idea of
an insignificant coupe, with a top.
Another point, the upkeep. The new
model needs care almost maternal attention; the other a pint of gas maybe 'water and lottsa shoves.
The loss of a fender or a bumper on
the latest type is disgracing, and on
the "Hoopie" another point toward
perfection. The 1928 model must be
kept spic and span while with the jazz
type, the more mud the more style,
the more color, so much the better.
Variety is what we crave and the collegiate Ford litterally illustrates "In
Now you can see the great mistake
you are making in buying a new Ford.
Make that soul (like Fred Mosk, dignified business manager of "The Cougar") who still sails around in his
old boat feel proud of the chariot
he scuttles and convince those with the
new model that "Old Pals are the
Best Pals after all."
Ask the man who owns one!
Catherine Ward: Wasn't that Bill
Wantzloben? Why didn't he speak to
Bill Jeter: Couldn't you see? He was
slightly under the influence of liquor.
Catherine Ward: Well, he needn't be
so stuck up about it.
"The Cougar" staff is delighted to
learn of the co-operation of Exchange
Departments of various college publications throughout the country with
the Exchange department of this paper.
Among the many papers received by
the Cougar Exchange are:
"The Scotchman," from Edinburg
Junior College, Edinburg, Texas,
an unusually well constructed
paper which contains news items of
unusual interest. It is evident from
the advertising carried in this papi
that the advertising staff is most efficient.
"The Battalion" of A. and M. Col-
lege, College Station, Texas, the staff
of which is to be congratulated on the
excellence of their publication. Keep
up the good work. We are interested
and concerned in your success.
"The Wichitan" of Whichita Falls,
Texas, an excellent paper and an exchange with which is certainly a
pleasure. Be sure and send us one of
your papers every issue.
"The Cougar" staff is endeavoring
to make this year a better and biggei
one for the Houston Junior College
We feel that by exchanging publications with other colleges of the state;
we can derive many helpful suggestion and solutions to problems with
which we come in daily contact.
I used to be the cream of her life,
But now she just skims me over.
Julia Luckie: "Did you know that
they don't have any insane asylums ir
S. B. Elmick: "No, why dont they?
Julia Luckie: Because there are nomad people living there.
Fred Mosk: How did she ever learn
to undress so fast?
Crawford Williams: Shes' been play
ing strip poker for four years at col-
Mrs. Ledlow: I want to buy a gun.
Clerk: Have you a license?
Mrs. Ledlow: Certainly, look it over.
Clerk: But madam, this is a marriage license.
Mrs. Ledlow: Well!
By the time the members of a committee have eaten lunch and learned
the purpose of the meeting it's time to
Once upon a time a man got up
early one Sunday morning to let the
ice man in, and not being able to find
his bathrobe he slipped on his wife1
kimona. When he opened the door h
was greeted by a nice big kiss by the
ice man. nd the only way he could
figure it Aout was that the ice m:
wife had a kimona just like the one he
had on.—The Skiper.
Customer: I was told to buy a cas
serole or a camisole and I can't remember which.
Clerk: Ah, Is the chicken dead or
One, Did you fill your date last
More, I hope so. She at everything
Formation of a Glee Club, composed
of about 25 Houston Junior College
students, has been announced by Miss
Alpha Adams, director of the Club.
The Club has already made arrangements to conduct the Student Association assembly, November 28, and
!it present is making plans for a concert to be given about January 1, according to Mrs. Adams.
Rehearsal of the club members will
be held at the W. L. Pace Piano Store
from 3 to 4 p.m., Sunday. Music will
donated by Mrs. Chris Ming, of
unn's and Goggan's Music House.
A treasure hunt will be given members of the football squad at an early
date by members of the Pep Club.
Twenty new members were admitted
to the club at a recent initiation. After secret rites were administered, the
new members were taken to the music
room and served refreshments.
Girls of the Pep Club led Houston
Junior College students in the Armistice Day parade.
Officers of the club for the present
Mary Elizabeth Rigg, president;
Julia Luckie, vice-president; Margaret Studdert, secretary; Ruth Watford, treasurer; Mrs. Bender and Miss
Members of the French Club entertained with an annual Armistice
party at the Community House of the
Trinity church. Bridge was played
from 4 to 6 p.m., after which prizes
Harris Is Coach
of Debate Club
The debating squad of the Houston
Junior College, under the direction of
H. W. Harris, promises to have a most
successful season. A regular club has
not yet been organized but some fifteen boys and nearly as many girls
have shown great interest in beginning the season.
At present the squad is working on
the interscholastic league question in
order to accommodate the high schools
of the city.
Mr. Harris declared that he hopes
to bring a team from the University
of Texas to Houston to debate with
the college team.
"Last year the Junior College team
defeated a Texas team, one of the
members of the team belonging to the
varsity squad," Mr. Harris said. 'I
also intend to debate the Houston
Junior College with the league of
Junior Colleges and bring as many
as possible of the teams to the college auditorium.1"
The first debate is to be held within
three weeks, with Sam Houston high
school, in the auditorium. The club
is to offer debating, extemporaneous
speaking and orations.
Game Called at
(Editors Note: In this column we
intend to damage no one's character.
We just put down what we know.
Be a sport when you see yourself as
others see you.)
Guess who we saw one Sunday night
on a dark and dreary road? Oh, yes,
Frank Ladin, we saw you!
If anyone sees a Dodge Sedan, at
any time, coming in any direction, at
any time, kindly depart, in any direction; it is Bill Jeter.
Portia Cleves, we were ashamed of
your enthusiasm at the football game
—and your unlady-like cheers for—
oh, well, we won't tell the player's
name this time!
Well, do guess who has one of the
hew "collegiate" suits. None other
than our Merlyn Christie. God's gift
to the fair sex. Uh-huh, we saw you
in front of a mirror, too, Meryln.
We notice Mr. Harris is wearing a
red tie. Good for you, Prof., we always like to see someone stick to his
Fine taxi service. Cars delivered at
the front door—(not literally, either).
Wonder if Bill'' Wontenzlogan knows
anything about this? If he doesn't,
Mr. Ander or Dupree will.
Little Gertrude says she does wish
mamma would let her go to "State"—
She could be good.
The editor would like to request
that Fred Mosk keep his social engagements. It's too big a responsibility for the editor to think up plausible excuses for brunettes.
Don't you think it would be a good
idea for the Freshman Class to donate a "Slime Cap'" to Dudley Ellis-
even at that, the cap would be above
Bo Martin has developed a
"pashion" for swinging on the pole in
front of "Wood's Drug Store." Is it
a case of perpetual childhood or that
Svolution we hear so much about?
Any information appreciated.
Has anyone named the waiting
room out in front? How about "The
Student's Common," or "Everyone's
Hangout,'" or perhaps "Social Boulevard"?
Mr. Porter's Trig, class knows a
certain blonde-headed co-ed who has
such a crush on Mr. P. she can't even
walk class for more than ten minutes.
J. D. Larkin seems to have a 99-
year lease on the "courting room." We
wonder if it's his "it" or 'cause he's
so talented. We wonder—wonder!
Overheard a fair lady say, "Gee!
ain't love grand when there's so many
to love? Hooray, we believe in the
Tiiob law, too.
Freshman, if you're taking "bugs."
be careful about those frogs that
swell up and pop. One young Miss
vows hers was popping up and she
stabbed him to let out the air. She
hit his heart. That was a case of
"Lie there and bleed"—and howl
Dorothy Downman says she thinks
it is perfectly vile to cut up innocent
We wonder if it's Miss Huberich's
soothing voice that lulls Henry Brown
to sleep in English class or the soothing voice of someone else (the night
before) that causes him to indulge in
Sh-h-h! M. E., why do you walk
alone on Main Street after "taps"?
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dearest to his heart, Mrs. John R.
Garland Sadler, president of the
club, has appointed a committee consisting of Aileen Pickett, Mary Eliza-
i beth Rigg, "Tony" Ragland and Richard Speed to choose a play for which
try-outs and rehearsals will begin this
week. Although the exact date of the
presentation has not been decided on
it is announced that it will be free.
Officials of the club this year are
Garland Sadler, president; Richard
Speed, vice president and Bernice
Newton, secretary and treasurer.
Everyone interested in dramatics is
requested to see Garland Sadler.
Fred: How long are you going to be
Crawford: Can't say.
Fred: Well, approximately?
C: I really don't know.
Fred: You've no idea then just how
long it will take you.
C: Not the least.
Fred: Well, all right. I'll can be back
by then, too.
C: O.K. Don't forget. I'll be looking for you,
Fred: Sure thing. I'll be there.
She came home with her hat on one
side and her clothes all crushed looking.
Looks as though shes' been knocked
down by a motorist, said one neighbor
Or picked up, said the other thoughtfully.
What's on the menu?
I have frog's legs, chicken liver,
pig's feet, and—
Never mind your deformities; what
have you to eat?
Lady, My husband is a deceitful
wretch. Last night he pretended to
believe me when he knew I was lying
to him.—London Mail.
In 1918—Close the saloons and save
In 1928—Close the garages and save