Texas A and M University - Aggieland Yearbook (College Station, TX)

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The jocks learning how to eat dust and drive a tank at the same time. Gen. Boatner observing the training of the Infantry cadets at Fort Hood, Texas. Summer Camp Upon leaving school with the Ole Lang Syne” of Final Review still ringing in their ears, all the new Seniors with army contracts reported to Army posts the country over for six weeks of summer camp. The training for each branch was hot, rugged, and hard. Few have any pleasant memories of their summer camp training, but each man benefited greatly by it. And, as always with Aggies to¬ gether, the good bull and fellowship of friends prevailed in each camp. Seniors in the Signal Corps learn how to properly lay lines of communications.

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baseball, intramurals — they went fast and before we knew it Final Review had rolled around again. This time we ripped off our braid and donned our white belts — this time we were juniors. As we bade good-bye to our seniors, some of the finest men we’ve ever kno wn, we shed a few tears too, for we realized our time at A. M. was half gone. However, as we marched off the field as plat, sgt.’s, 1st sgt.’s, sgt. maj.’s we could only smile and look to the sun, for at last we were no longer the low men on the totem pole. The summer was long and hot and we were ready when Sept, rolled around again. As juniors we learned quickly the meaning of responsibility and how to handle men; we were running the out¬ fits now. This fall we saw that Fighting Aggie Team” rack up 344 points to their opponents’ 217 in winning seven games. Few of us will ever forget Bob’s immortal 73 yard run which gave us a victory in the dying minutes of the SMU game in the Cotton Bowl, or, of course, that decisive Ag victory in the Presidential Bowl. During our junior year we began to appreciate things we had not noticed before — the Academic Building and Sully” in the moonlight, the old Ad Building at night — the little things about the campus we had unconciously come to love. Soon another semester began; we dug in and worked harder and harder. Then the Junior Prom rolled around. It was a glorious week-end, but we hadn’t quite realized how many of our class were gone until the dance. We missed old faces, old friends, old times. Once again, on a beautiful Saturday morning we bade farewell to the Seniors. This time it was harder than ever. We had come to love these men, who had been the bloody sophomores over us when we were fish”, who had told us to grab pouch so many times when we were sophomores. We hated to see them leave and knew it would be difficult to fill their shoes. As we put on our buttons and gold braid and took the outfits by, in honor of the Seniors, our chests were swelled with pride and our hearts were filled with happiness for at last we had reached our goal ... we were Seniors at Texas A. M. . . . 21

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All College Night We were all glad when Sept, finally came for then we arrived back on the campus to put on those long wished- for boots and to take over our duties at school. The new Freshman class was as large and as green as ever. We knew a big job lay ahead of us, but everyone was enthusiastic and was anticipating a great year. Things were started off right with one of the best All College Nights ever held. The spirit was high already and the world looked brighter than ever. Everyone was yelling loud that night and the old songs and yells sounded better than ever before. Coach Ray George introduced his boys” and outlined his strategy for the year.