St. Edward's Cadet (Austin, Tex.), Vol. 2, No. 11, Ed. 1 Wednesday, March 7, 1945 Page: 2 of 4
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March 7, 1945
ST. EDWARD’S CADET
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AT HOME
with
THE ALUMNI
J. D. Strickel, Richard Casburn, Larry Lamar
______John Marik, Glenn Satterfield
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Reporters
Frank Dickehut, Bob Morley, Jack Martin
________ Rev. C. L. Boehm
Faculty Adviser
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part is going to be unworthy
that any lapse into excesses on our
-unworthy of the
of those who have suffered or have died for us
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enter the Navy.
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Book Review
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campus.
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bent under the weight of trying to under-
in a recent math class,
explanation of a very
was :
were
What had gone wrong? Doctors
kindly, though unwittingly, had
____ Strieber Scholl
Dudley Brightwell
___________ Al Serrano
_____Samuel Johnson
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equipment at all, and the laugh gave everyone a
big appetite for breakfast.
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Eiitor-in-Chier -------
Associate Editor —
News Editor ---------
Features------------------
Duke Long:
Grades are always figured
With an evil bent,
To miss eligibility
By one-thirtieth per cent.
Dave Korkmus:
Volley ball enthusiast
With perfect form,
Doesn’t do much good,
Nor very much harm.
Jim Sullivan:
A boon companion
And buffer state,
In the Joseph, Rice, Cardenas
Triumv-irate.
Strieber Scholl:
A hill-billy song
A little off key,
With slurs and sour solfeggios,
How I love thee.
John Dueitt:
A box of cookies
And country chickens.
And all he gets is a single leg.
Some pickens.
John Lingo:
A darling Austinite
The real McCoy,
Sweetest little cutie
Honeychild boy.
Silver Nitrate Turns to Dynamite;
Estrada Hits Deck with Fine Gusto
By STRIEBER SOHOLL
Tall Stories
A la Bunyan
When old Paul Bunyan decided
some juicy early American stories,
they’re your meat.
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John Dueitt finds, is such that even scrubbing with
a toothbrush will not erase it.
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Reprinted from the March issue
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to the rescue an emergency crew managed to dis-
entangle limb of tree from limb of man. Estrada
difficult and crucial nature thought it just as funny as everybody else, of
course, being quite a performer without any stage
Charles Tom was very industriously engrossed
Verse and Worse
By Private Snafu
THE CADET
Published semi-monthly by the Journalism
students of St. Edward’s Military Academy,
Austin 1, Texas
records in the course of Appling’s
passage down the Army’s medi-
cal assembly line, scoring Hefner’s
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was the real 4-F-er, now mas-
querading in a uniform.
Returning with a quizzical look to straighten out the crooked
from one of those infernal in- Whistling River, he and Babe set
formats known as a “physical,” out for the North Pole, to the
great gift of peace they will have placed in our hands.
To be worthy of the peace, in fact, we ought right now to make
ourselves a budget for post-war behavior, decide upon personal
standards of decency that will preserve our civilization of the future
from deserving the horrible housecleaning it has merited in the past.
Hard work and other such laws of success are not going to be
repealed because one great evil has been destroyed. We are going
to need to expend, then as now, a certain amount of that wonderful
currency—Self. We are going to need, then as now, to be worthy
of Dad and Mother and America; to make home a real institution,
to use that halter of religion for those-mettlesome horses of our
passions. .
If we are going to escape future nightmarish experiences such
'as our soldiers today have passed through, we’ll have to show God
that we can keep the best of our Americanism and not allow lax
morals or laziness to interfere.
■ B-U-T-L-E-R
Hefner “4-F-ner” Appling he
was known' as—for one week.
Remarks on Marks
And Marksmanship
The pistol packing papas on the campus are keeping those little
black dots dancing on the rifle range these days. The interest and
the faithfulness of the marksmen in spite of difficult firing condi-
tions is a credit to them and to the school. There is a lack of
glamor, perhaps, to this sport, which might deter less persistent
students from the patient work that goes into the attempt to build
a crack squad. That they stick to their guns is worthy of great
admiration.
Though placing merely among the top half of the many con-
testants in the Hearst Trophies did not mean much as objective
results, it did mean something, and the Major in complimentin8
them was very likely sincere in saying they did well, even if he
might have hoped for more last fall. Having to fire outside, in spite
of strong winds, with occasional rains interrupting practice meant
considerable odds against them.
With hope in their improvements, the Academy looks to its
marksmen with respect and with anticipation of perhaps notable
results when the range moves indoors. Even without the prizes,
however, this is surely valuable experience these Cadets are acauir
ing for themselves. They are gaining an ability that involves the
■excellent qualities of poise, control, accuracy. They are buildins uP
a self-confidence that should pay off in personality dividends. And
if they really win some award, it will make very good reading.
He should have been. An
on the campus last week. He is
on a 30 day furlough.
Elgin Figer, who ■ left the
Academy last school year, was
back for a visit last week in Navy
uniform.
Ensign Bob Groux, who is now
somewhere in the Pacific, writes
to tell of his itinerary since
leaving the campus. After trans-
ferring from the Marines in
Georgetown, he went to Asbury
Park, N. J. From there he was
shipped to Northwestern, and still
later to Fort Pierce, Florida.
While in Chicago, Groux met Fa-
ther Biger home on furlough from
Canada. The two took a trip over
to Notre Dame.
Petty Officer Jim Funk, Uni-
versity graduate in 1938, after Appling ups with the lucky num- very heart of the-blizzards’ sum-
18 months in the Pacific, was back ber, 4-F. mer hunting grounds. Paul set
his traps and baited them.
About 2 o’clock he went back
to his blizzard trap and discov-
ered he had caught seven half-
grown blizzards and one grizzled
old nor’wester.
Walter Goggin, Houston gradu- blood with an overdose of sugar ,,
ate from the University in 1939 is content. "Build me, said Pau on re
reported with an engineer corps You’d think that a man would turnins to camp e i88e5 08
in the Philippines, purr with pleasure over such a chain that's ever been.builtwhie
. , 1. 1 , . . . . I stake out these dadblasted bliz-
Jimmy Davis, of Houston, who gracious deferment, or at least
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left for the services in ’43, has that he would be willing to offer
been killed in action in Belgium. himself up on the altar of “status Staked alongside the banks, the
Tom Snell, now at Loyola, New civilian” in order to save the blizzards froze the water. Then
Orleans, is contemplating entering Army’s face. But no, off gal- with the log chain and a skid
loped Appling to a civilian doc- hook. Babe, with a mighty heave,
tor, who immediately confirmed straightened out the river.
our worst suspicions, that there These and other tales, if you
was nothing wrong. like tall-story reading, are to be
There was nothing wrong, but found in the Treasury of Amer-
Appling is happily still on the ican Folklore, recently published
stand the complexities of the computations. That
is, the professor thought so, until he wandered to
the rear and lo! found a comic book cuddled in the
arms of one poor scholar. Tom s good standing
with the prof went into an immediate de-Klein.
An evilly planted bush last week threw the
traffic of Bill Estrada into a terrific snarl. During
one of those nocturnal revels known as marching
to breakfast, our valiant first sergeant skipping
along parallel to the Corps, was giving his full at-
tention to his command, forgetting however to
spare a little for his own right-of-way. Suddenly
right in the midst of calling cadence, Estrada hit
the deck in a bad pile-up. Boy just disappeared—
to be replaced by a sound like two fighting animals
thrashing each other in a clump of bushes. Called
put on a juggling act with the
The latest in masculine face powder, a cosmetic
with scientifically blended colors, with subtly mod-
ulated shades, has been compounded in the Sorin
Hall laboratories—compounded according to secret
formulae, not to speak of secret agents. In fact,
if the latter weren’t so secret, Father Pieper would
mop the floor with these particular “moppets.” A
practical-joke practitioner dumped some of that
wonderful skin conditioner, silver nitrate, into the
holy water founts in Sorin Chapel last week
since when the campus around the hall has taken
on the appearance of a prolonged Ash Wednesday.
The delicacy of the texture of this new emollient,
Lost in the scramble by B. A. Botkin. If you want
going forward on the blackboard. All heads
There’ll Be a Hot Time
in the Town of Berlin
When the end of hostilities finally arrives, a sigh of relaxation
will run through the whole country. We will want to go on a
gigantic spree. We will want to let down our hair and have a
national blowout. Many people will gird themselves for one-swell-
time, and perhaps with much more enthusiasm than that with which
they girded themselves for war.
It would be a good idea, therefore, if we’d decide right now .
George R. Goetz, of Beaumont,
graduate in 1943, was recently
commissioned a second lieutenant
in Italy. An aerial navigator of
the-15 th Army Air Force, he is
with a veteran B-24 Liberator
squadron that has flown more
than 175 long-range bombing as-
saults against key production and
supply strongpoints throughout
central and southern Europe.
Captain John D. Raffally, who
graduated from the University in
1932, visited here recently. He is
with the MP’s stationed just out-
side Houston.
Captain J. Autrey Dabbs, who
taught Spanish here in 1942, vis-
ited the campus since the last is-
sue of the CADET. Having been
overseas in Persia, he is now
shipping to Ann Arbor, Michigan,
to take up studies that will fit
him for one of the governing
groups taking over in the occu-
pied countries.
E. H. Corrigan, SEA graduate
last year, visited the Academy a
week ago. He has finished the
freshman year at Georgetown,
Washington, D. C., and will now
Denny Burkholder:
That’s not money
Bulging his purse,
Mostly just photographs,
Co-eds and a nurse.
Bill Slessinger:
Radios, typewriters,
Plenty for rent,
Plus help in your chemistry
That won’t cost a cent.
Ed Scholl:
Too much exercise
Is hard on pants;
Ruins the whole company’s
Rear view stance.
How’s that again:
Roses are red
Cigarettes few,
Lend me a pack
And I’ll love you.
Some Sorinite:
The devil said yes;
Conscience said no.
Silver nitrate,
Here we go.
Sweet misery-of-life Tom:
All I feel, poor me,
Is unending miser-ee.
Life is one long
Conspirac-ee.
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St. Edward's Cadet (Austin, Tex.), Vol. 2, No. 11, Ed. 1 Wednesday, March 7, 1945, newspaper, March 7, 1945; Austin, Texas. (https://texashistory.unt.edu/ark:/67531/metapth1518960/m1/2/?q=Lamar+University: accessed June 1, 2024), University of North Texas Libraries, The Portal to Texas History, https://texashistory.unt.edu; crediting St. Edward’s University.