Weatherford College Coyote (Weatherford, Tex.), Vol. 7, No. 1, Ed. 1 Wednesday, September 14, 1932 Page: 2 of 4
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On The Lam
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“FISH” IMPRESSIONS THE FIRST WEEK
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TO YOU, COMRADES—
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Alley Doings
Mrs. Chambers is teaching French
And on through the night.
moved to the outskirts of town so as the ears, patient sufferers.
to be near the cows.
Those interested in lengthy and
Soon there’ll be another shower
And I’ll reach the great tirade,
Thru God’s help and mine together
That great distance will be made.
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it—
Miss
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tty Burns,”
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having quite
ryson prodig.
rect, why didn’t C. J. Hall move out
to Buckley’s?
Lavoy Woody, when interviewed,
said that since leaving Springtown
he has been so homesick that he has
I started across the prairies
My strength left me fast,
Until I lay exhausted
I just had to stop at last.
Weatherford College Coyote
Published twice a month by the students of Weatherford
College. Entered at the postoffice at Weatherford, Texas as
second class matter.
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.............Business Manager
................................. Sponsor
.................Associate Editor
.......................Society Editor
........................... Jokes
.................................Exchanges
.......................................Features
..........................Sports Editor
To conclude this column, we bring to you “Old Black and
Gold.” May it affect you as it has those in the past:
Old Black and Gold; old Black and Gold,
We’ll sing your praise tonight
To let you know wher’er you go.
For the" Black and Gold we’ll fight.
I started for the valley
Where the mighty river runs,
I want to see those countries
Where that mighty thing has swum
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Don’t sit down disgusted, Mister,
Plod forward on the weary way,
Keep your eyes ever frontward
Y ou’ll reach your goal some day.
When things look the . blackest-
, Push on with ght and main,
Y ou will-sometimes
have a helper
R00^’ Mender comes my other rain.
“Chick” HoCse,
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EMwn Long, fresh-
Ween ill with an at-
citis. Hope to see you
, Brown.
Faculty Facts
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lm cat, has a rival
Then the clouds began to gather
Down came the cooling rain,
I pushed on with new vigor
But now I’m stopped again.
Sooner or later, every youth in this college will catch the
fighting spirit of the “Old Black and Gold.” It is impossible to
remain aloof. The strains of the school song will bring a
squareness to the jaw, and a gleam of confidence to the eye.
WEST TEXAS GULLY
—
to tell’S
man, w
tack of a]
at schoo?
S’long.
Standing around glumly, watching merry Seniors passing,
talking cheerily. Don’t know what to do. Sure is a spirit here--
apparently. Big yellow bus passing, only I have found out
that it is supposed to be gold. Black and gold, school colors,
y’know. Say, I feel lost, I guess I am the only Freshman boy
under six feet. The girls are around five feet six. Nearly nor-
mal.
This school seems to be rather friendly. The seniors shout
a greeting as they dash by. One student is standing in the
middle of the hall directing everyone to classes. He looks sort
of silly, even if his face is good-humored.
These teachers certainly look nice to assign such terrible
lessons. A class with chapter assignments in two different
books. Even hardened seniors groan audibly as they come out.
Back to the dorms, cool, quiet and almost homelike. I feel
‘sorta‘ homesick, but I don’t want to show it. Well, they say
that I’ll be broken in, and I hope so.
Long ag9 I was so happy
When I was a bubbling spring,
But I had some high ambitions
So I left my narrow ring.
year, and five of them are working
at the dorm.
Rob Roy Sparr is driving the bus
this year. Wotta man. He bids fair
to be another “Cannonball.”
Willard Robinson is a full-fledge1
cowboy, literally. He is furnishing
the dorm with milk for board and
tuition, we suppose.
Three in a bed, Raymond Burton
Alonzo Bryan, and Blanton Bird.
And those daily letters from Bruce-
ville to Alonzo.
By Mac Fletcher
I am just a little gully
Winding ’cross the barren plain,
I’m as dry as all ’tarnation
God, please send me rain.
Mister, I am almost lifeless
Laying in the blistering sun,
What would I give for water
Just a trickle to make me run.
To you, new comrades and old, you have made a good
choice in returning to, or entering, Weatherford College. She
is ranked among the highest junior colleges in the South. S’v
is practically without debt. She has traditions which are
reverenced. She has had in the past a spirit unequalled in
Texas, the United States, or the world. Mute tribute to the
spirit of her sons might be found with the . championship
trophies in the senior reading room.
Freshman of Weatherford College and Seniors, it is up to
you to make this institution what it will be this year. New
standards, if set, will be set by you. A co-ordinated fighting
spirit alone will bring these new laurels to honor your school.
For, from the day you began, it was your school. Whatever
you do will either brighten or tarnish the fame of the College.
It is with much pleasure that we announce the first edition
of the Coyote. We believe that the very life of the school is
depicted in, and dependent on to some extent, the attitude of
the paper.
The Coyote of last year endeavored to set the highest
ideals. It is not run by any one person. It is the voice of the
students, subject to their opinions.
minute. So long ’til next week and
move over, roomie, here I come!!
the wide, open spaces, so he has de- these choice bits of information. .
Sands that A. V. Isabel has taken
lodging near the White’s Funeral ।
Home.
“Punk” Thompson feels that by
staying in town he is a little nearer
his heart’s desire. Even a few blocks
Mrs. Giles follows her English
course assignments with a smile and
the doubtful statement, “Oh, it’s
easy.” But still, there are those
who swear that they are going to
> drop all their other courses so they
I can pass English.
Oh! W hatcha know about
those lights are flashing and
Bridges will be coming up
Freshmen, in attending W. C. you are expected to follow
standards much more elevated than in other schools. You
are supposed to be among the upper class of humanity. You
will make better grades, and do better work, than students of
other schools. For you are vital to, you are W. C.
cided this year that such a marve-
lous voice must be used to entertain
the town. We suggest cotton in
making beds, and washing clothes.
Can you imagine such a thing? We
qre starting off .right, that’s all I
amaeone.wishing te find out about
SeShow to develop an
^^petite or how to break rules.
1 please apply early for private les-
I sons from Bonnie Hudson and Ann
Mathis, and then there’s that Alene
, Langston who got to room with the
, assistant matron and who gets all
. the breaks. Why, it’s being rumored
that she’s already got a handsome
young boy friend from Jacksboro—
now Alene, better be careful! B. J.
J. Johnson has come back to us this
year with that same ole spirit—
she’s just as solemn. We wonder if
she s thinking of that boy from
Terrell? Those nice kids are as
ever. Our number has decreased to
Jo Nell and Mary Wear, but they’re
mighty loud so they’ll make up for
the rest. Poor Jo Nell, she’s heart-
broken ’cause she’s lost her “feller”
at Rice! But she’s ready to start
playing her cards again. Ain’t love
funny?
Say, we’ve got some good-looking-
freshmen in this dorm. There’s that
Helen Yeats—the little sis that Kitty
sent down to carry on the good work.
Look out for her, boys, she’s front
the west, and full of fun and wit.
And folks, have you seen our little
French lady, Rose Mary Johnson?
She’s our dean of women’s niece and
she hails from Shreveport. Now,
boys, be careful and remember that
she’s a relative!! And there are
girls and girls. If it ever stops rain-
ing we’re going to have open house
for all those boys of W. C.
the square. Terms, reasonable. Open
all night.—Adv.
Did anyone see Billy Turney
sprinting across the square at 9:29
P- m. in order to comply with the
coach’s training rules?
John Paddock is absolutely broken
Hey, folks! Look out here comes
the women’s asylum, or Weatherford
College, and you surely had better
be careful or we’ll—well, use your
own judgment. This dormitory, or
reformatory, really is crowded. We
don’t have half enough room for all
these girls, but we’ve got plenty of
room for some nice young men. We
need them for protection. You should
have heard the blood-curdling yells
from one of our “Freshmen” last
I Monday night. Well, the policemen
investigated but found it was only
one of the many suitors of our
matron who had forgotten where
she received callers. Tsk, tsk, Miss
Bridges.
Seriously speaking, we are simply
“one happy family,” with the nicest
director you can imagine. Say, we
really miss our “Miss Stokes,” but
she isn’t far away. By the way, have
you heard about our assistant dean
of women? Why, it’s our little, quiet,
peaceful Marjorie Spencer. Really.,
it is, and are we honored? Well, we
। guess!
There are twenty-five girls in
this cooperative home and towns
from all over Texas are represented.
The freshmen have already begun
studying. They have had to be call-
ed down several times on account of
working so hard. They are catching
onto the housekeeping, cooking, dish-
washing, etc., fine and some have
said they wished they’d never heard
of Couts Hall. But we will initiate
them, next week and perhaps they’ll
learn to love their “senior sisters”
so much that things will be interes--
ing for ’em. Sights have been seen
such as these: poor little “fish”
sweeping out senior girl’s rooms
hearted. It seems that Juanita
Rigby passed him up for another
“date” at the reception.
As we said before, more intimacy
will put us in touch with more of
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NEESSAsSOaN
will be included among the victims. Nlls. Cnamners is teacning r rencn
We think we know why George I in her quiet, placid way, despite the
Benjamin moved dow to Craw- 1 lack of good students.
ford’s, but if this surmise be cor-
An anonymous note has been re- boring orations see A. V. (Izzy)
ceived by the writer warning Morris Isabel on the northwest corner of
Jack Jordan ..........................................................
Mac Fletcher ................. -
L. A. Allison ........................................................
John Paddock ......................................................
Juanita Rigby ....................................................
La Verne Morrison ........................................
Helen Yeats ........... ,.......................................
Bonnie Hudson, Anna Grace Mathis
Perceival Baxter ...............................................
Reporters ..........Rob Roy Sparr, Aline Langston, Billy Turney
Since the dormitorites of last
year seem to have moved if a body
to town for this year’s session, this
column is written for and by them.
As soon as we are able to get
tangible tabloidical information on
them, other arrivals into the Alley
makes some difference in the dis-
tance from Abilene and “Kitty”
Yeats.
Hal Langston, at Crawford’s, felt
that last year his efforts at yodel-
ling (at 2 a. m.) were wasted on
Then what of that famous
Pepsodent smile with which Dr.
Boger greets new students who have
not quite decided.
Mr. McDaniel throwing fear into
the hearts of the “fish”—and
Seniors.
Hello, folks, this is Boger’s Home
for Unfortunate Boys speaking.
To tell you the truth, mates,
there ain’t much to tell except about
how Otto Rhome emulated Poe’s
“Lectures on Etiquette” in a lecture
to Alonzo Bryan. Imagine that,
will’ya.
Campusology is starting with a
bang, or a faint squeak, for Tommy
Fields, rushing LaVerne Morrison,
new “fish.” Myra, oh, Myra, where
is your wandering Tommy tonight ?
Bryce Huddleston is keeping up
family traditions.
O. D. Wallace has a self-made
rule this year so that he can get
some sleep. The radio must be off
by ten o’clock on Friday and Satur-
day nights.
These “fish” are certainly shy.
Open house at the dormitory
brought out only the curious, with
abashed looks and fingers in mouths.
By the way, these freshmen are
really towering oaks. There are no
less than ten dormitorites who are
over six feet. Initiation will be in-
definitely postponed.
Only six seniors are back this
We’ll sing your .worth o’er all the earth,
And pledge. our love for thee.
In books of fame, we’ll write your name, F
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