The Junior Ranger (San Antonio, Tex.), Vol. 10, No. 10, Ed. 1 Friday, November 23, 1934 Page: 3 of 4
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Friday, November 23, 1934
THE JUNIOR
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RANGER
RUSTLER DANCE
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Ranger Contest
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mind intelligently that
doing this.
100 hamburgers.
30 packages cigarettes.
We got it
and we’ll
men-of-the-earth!
strong-ones-Piemen!
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Because I haven’t been a hunting.
And I haven’t been a-hunting be-
cause I’ve been waiting for cold
weather. And there hasn’t been
any cold weather because... “Here
he brought himself to just in time
or he probably would have said
something he would have regret-
ted later or would set one to won-
dering.”
When he quieted down he went
on.
It seems that besides going out
and getting him some venison he’s
going to tame deer and bring them
to his class. Some of his present
students are a bit inclined to in-
terrupt. Deer are docile.
Because some have a dislike for
serving as the butt of his inumer-
able jokes Mr. Barnes will also bring
back some goats from the hilly
country. “They’re swell butts for
my jokes,” Mr. Barnes mused, im-
agining the millenium where no-
body interrupted his lecture and
no one objected to the jokes.
Editor’s note:—This is the re-
sult of an exclusive interview gran-
ted during Mr. Barnes’ B. A. class.
All rights reserved.
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This question of a floor show at
Rustler dances depends on a num-
ber of things—that’s why there
was none at the last dance.
It was this way. Hungering for
a good exhibition and hoping to
find one at the Saddle club, a mob
of Southsiders advanced in a body
on the Rustler stronghold.
But when the gentlemen with
the evil intentions arrived at their
destination they were confronted
with an unsurmountable obstacle,
something they hadn’t counted on.
They couldn’t get into the darn
place because they hadn’t the ne-
cessary kale to get past the door-
keeper.
And the Northside lads, who
were on the inside, but for some
strange reason they couldn’t find
the door.
There they were: the proud,
well-muscled this-side-of-Houston
street youngsters, and the red-
blooded lads from the-other-side.
The rats coulnd’t get in and the
snakes wouldn’t come out.
Perhaps things will be different
though this time, when the Rus-
tlers hold their next big get-to-
gether at the Saddle club Friday
night, November 30, from nine-
thirty until one.
Margie Anderson of this institu-
tion, and Marie Flack and Gay
Saunders will be honorees.
Come out and watch the drag
loiterers and Big Freezer hounds
present the floor show of the age
—the battle between the Southside
and Northside.
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dividual and
Yes. No.
A coed.
A passing grade.
Five dances.
One hundred Rangers.
That’s what you can get if you
write a song for the Student As-
sociation.
If you want $5.00 that’s all ya
gotta do.
And look what ya can do with
the dough.
And think of the acclaim and
self-satisfaction.
These ivy-colored walls, these
solemn classes, need a school song.
Though why any body should want
a school song one can’t understand
unless a little high or has school
spirit.
Respond to the call.
Give it to Burleson Smith. You’ll
get the award, because nobody be-
side you is fool or crazy enough
to write one.
On with Junior College spirit!
Don’t you have it?
cheap. Come around
tell you where.
Everybody knows about the Car-
nival but custom demands. Be-
sides we gotta put people’s names
in the paper.
But if you forgot Betty Kley-
boecker had more people going
around asking for pennies for
votes so she was queen; Ned Cul-
mer had the kale himself so he
was the king; the Senate won the
skit because one of their members
was the master of ceremonies and
he counted the votes; the Spanish
club won the best booth contest
because it was the best and the
Cowboys had theirs censored and
closed up by an indignant crowd
of folk who got fleeced.
The baby on the stage didn’t
like what was in the brown bot-
tle—there was only putrid tea in
it... the stage entrance was sort
of crowded... that dame sure yelled
when her would-be-boy the vanity
won the ensuing dance was an abso-
lute flop, money-making scheme and
lousy... the pictures on the black-
board in the library board were
true to life... the roulette wheel
was fixed, so that only Senators
and Clyde won the candy...
Cowboys were laxy and got a
good looking dame with well
rounded legs to dance... the puppet
show was good—we didn’t see it...
the Senators looked like they were
acting all by their lonesome be-
hind the cowshed or in the pri-
vacy of their bath room...
The Ranger made dough and
nobody knows where it is... the
Spanish club skit should have
won...
The carnival was a success...
Theda Varga had a date with Joe
Neal (if you cut this put a blank
space)...
To heck with the carnival...
names are Ethelbert
All you gotta do is win.
secret is yours.
Remember, if you have any ul-
terior motives, approach us not
with your frivolous and lowly in-
hibitions.
It is to develop bodies, train the
we are
And get the heck out
of our way, soil not these hallow-
ed grounds, if you are not sincere.
The game of washer pitching
shall and will assume that place
of honor that it deserves. The
students of this institution will
not be deprived of their rightful
clean fun and sharpening of bril-
liant minds. Leave your gayety
and pleasure; come unto us and
to you shall we give that which
thou needest most—washer pitch-
yet for the dance. Who are you
going with?”, should sound and
echo all over the place.
Dames should begin planning on
dresses, perfume, repartee, come-
backs, discouraging and tactful
repulsions or enticing gestures,
looks and words.
By now the males should begin
thinking of the supply of Lime
Rickey, corsages and with whom
they will park during intermis-
sions.
In other words, everyone should
be convinced that this rendezvous
is important and can’t be missed,
and ought a begin maneuvering
for the coin from whichever source
the coin usually comes.
The army will have its men out
in splendor, with bayonets and
water-pistols. The door-keepers
are grooming themselves for the
coming fray.
People are thinking of excuses
for not coming to classes on the
day after. What about you?
you one of the lucky many?
Betty Kleyboecker, because she
was elected queen; Marion Long-
aker and Ruth Tullos of the soph
and fresh classes, will be honorees, ing.
evidently finding that fertile fields
were still left for a little sowing
and plowing and reaping.
As a publicity maneuver, the
statement was given out that the
famous diary of the plaintiff will
expose sensational news of ex-
treme importance and interest to
whomsoever has ever dated the
little miss up.
Neal is out to make an example
of Puckett. The defendant, stou-
tly maintaining his innocence, is
just as determined that he won’t
be made an example.
Nice, clean fun. But some are
beginning to believe that there are
certain things happening around
here that are actually so, and
would make far more scandalous
news than this.
Witnesses’ names have been kept
secret. The shift in tactics has
been a surprise to those interest-
ed in the case.
But the evidence remains that
conditions on this campus aren’t
as healthy as they should be. Quit
picking on innocents like Puckett
and Dean and Varga. There is a
lot of meat that is much more
seasoned running undetected.
It is their like who people the pin-
nacles of fame; their kind make
the headlines in the daily papers;
their ilk are successful poets, ice-
men, politicians, newspaper repor-
ters, communists, Liberty Leaguers,
Youth Movemen tists, columnists,
—you get the idea?
So you griped because we didn’t
give you a story, huh? You turned
it in Friday morning and expect
us to stop the presses? You give
us a writeup and blame us just
because we lose it.
Go ahead. Turn your stories in
Friday morning, see if we care.
Stingy so-and-sos. Make a girl
an honoree so she’ll bring you
pies to fill your gaping, mawing
cavities in the middle of your in-
collective faces.
Go into the world,
eating and slobbering over your
throwing crumbs to
hungry rats, sitting on flag poles, .
spitting on side-walks, standing
on door-mats.
Giants!
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