Normal Star (San Marcos, Tex.), Vol. 2, Ed. 1 Saturday, November 4, 1911 Page: 1 of 4
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Published Wekly During the School Year by the Students of the Southwest Texas Normal
Volume 2. San Marcos, Texas, November 4, 1911. * No.5
Remember
To study occasionally.
That the ’phone does not al-
ways ring for you.
That breakfast is at 7:15.
That Mr. Evans keepst8 o’clock
appointments.
Tempus fugit.
That your boarding house steps
is not an astronomical observa-
tory.
That Psychology is not an elec-
tive.
That the Librarianprobably does
not enjoy to repeat directions.
That we used to have an Honor
System.
That silence is golden from 7
p. m. on.
Foot Ball Songs.
(Tune Every'Little Movement)
Every little movement has a
meaning all its own,
Every goal and touch down by
our rooters will be known;
And every pass thrown brings
such a thrilling
O’er our being, our whole
hearts filling
With rejoicing
Because our team is winning
victories, all, all our own.
(Tune ‘"Blue Bell”)
Cheer up Academy,
No hope for you;
Your backs can’t gain
Against our team so true.
Our team’s a good one;
‘'Beat your’s” our rule;
Hats off, San Marcos,
To the Normal School.
[“Tune Waltz Me Awound Again Willie”]
Back to the woods again, Bap-
tists,
Skidoo, skidoo, skidoo.
Your cows are a bawling,
Your home folks are calling,
Oh don’t let Fitzgerald get
through.
Goers, Hutto, andjSanders are
playing great ball.
Big Graham and Carroll you
can’t stop at all
So back to the woods again,
Baptists,
Skidoo, skidoo, skidoo.
Twinkle, Twinkle [Revised]
Twinkle, Twinkle, Normal Star,
How I wonder how you are
Going to be when next I gaze
On your small sagacious face.
When the editors have met,
And the type setters have set,
Then you show your little page
Make us wise on Saturday’s
And, if i would be content,
I must have you to me sent;
I could not tell which way,, to go,
If you did not Twinkle so.
Of when I should be a sleep,
I, o’er your page a vigil keep,
And I do not close my eye
Till twelve o’clock jjis drawing
nigh
— Precocious Junior.
How The Indian Counts
The Indian counts time by the
day. He points to the sky and
meaaures off space—“as long as
it would take the sun to go from
there to there.” As he has no
hours, he counts from daylight
to dark arid the night is called
“sleep.” Instead of months, he
says, “so many moons,” or from
“winter to winter,” when we
would say from year to year.
The year or winter begins with
the first fall of snow. He has no
birthday, because he has no day,
no month, no year, and if you
ask his age he will say, “so many
winters old.”
Other Lives
(Nith apologies to Longfellow)
Lives of old maids should re-
mind us,
Our sweet charm won’t always
stay;
For the youth of life dear maid-
en,
Soon, Oh! soon, will fade away,
Let us then be up and doing,
Seize on every chap you can;
For remember time is fleeing,
Let your watch word beaman!
The ‘Possum Hunt.
[Continued from last week]
There was a moon that night
a moon that shed a clear, white
light over the piney woods, that
sparkled with frosty brilliancy
on the river, and that shone
straight down into a hollow near
the top of a tall, bare sycamore.
Something stirred in the depths
of the hollow, and the pale moon
may or may not have been as-
tonished to see appear from the
opening a sharp gray head with
tiny ears and little pig eyes,
followed by a round, coarse—
hand gray body, and a bare, sim-
ous tail. The ‘possum for such
it was, and a tremendous big
old male at that slid down! the
smooth trunk to the lowest fork,
and there stopped to look around
a bit. He sniffed'the crisp, fros-
ty air with keen appreciation.
Then an idea came into his mind,
and scrambling to the ground,
he shuffled off tnrough the woods
in a leisurely unhurried fashion.
He had the whole night before
him, and he was so big and
strong that no other ’possum in
these woods might , dare dispute
his way.
When he next came into the
chill, white light he was emer-
ging from the woods close to the
same tree which Unc’Mingo had
watched so long. Soon the ’pos-
sum was comfortably settled in
a crotch near the top, feasting
noisily and with great relish on
the delicious sweetness that hung
all around him.
He was still there an hour
later, when^Unc’Mingo, with his
mongrel hound and his two oldest
sons came silently down the
clearing to the tree. The ball of
dark up there against the stars
instantly told its tale. It was
but a matter of moments to climb
the tree and shake the big lazy
fellow out. He landed on his
feet, cool but undecided. Then
with a yeip the mongrel leaped
to do battle, whereupon the ’pos-
sum promptly “sulked,” his loose
skin and fat saved him from
harm. Then Unc’ Mingo picked
him up by the tail, and the tri-
umphant procession Mended its
way homeward, the hound rang-
ing far ahead of the negroes.
In a few minutes the ’possum
opened his eyes and took in the
situation, and just when Unc’
Mingo’s mind was filled with
seraphic visions of the ’possum
and ’tater dinner which he would
sit down to to-morrow, just when
the two boys were most noisily
exultant, then the ’possum
squirmed upward and sunk his
teeth deep into his captor’s calf.
Instantly an awful African yell
rent the moonlit beauty of the
night, followed by more yells and
dire confusion, in the midst of
which the ’possum made a good
escape.
Later on in the night, just
about moonset, a big gray ’pos-
sum climbed stiffly to the hollow
which he had left hours before,
and calmly went to sleep.
And the next day old Unc’
Mingo had corn bread and ba-
con for dinner instead of ’pos-
sum.
Normal Girl; —“Mr. Nelson,
why do they raise more cotton in
Gonzales county than they do
corn?”
Mr. Chaddiek: — “I guess they
plant more.
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Normal Star (San Marcos, Tex.), Vol. 2, Ed. 1 Saturday, November 4, 1911, newspaper, November 4, 1911; San Marcos, Texas. (https://texashistory.unt.edu/ark:/67531/metapth614336/m1/1/: accessed June 16, 2024), University of North Texas Libraries, The Portal to Texas History, https://texashistory.unt.edu; crediting Texas State University.