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From: crandell@ut-sally.UUCP (Jim Crandell)
Newsgroups: net.jokes
Subject: Re: Aggies write their own Aggie joke
Message-ID: <345@ut-sally.UUCP>
Date: Tue, 8-Nov-83 03:07:33 EST
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Posted: Tue Nov  8 03:07:33 1983
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Organization: U. Texas CS Dept., Austin, Texas
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It was ever thus.

A half dozen years ago, I lived in one of the Campus Area apartments
about a mile northwest of the main U. T. campus.  One afternoon, as I
made my way homeward on foot along Guadalupe St., I chanced to notice
something vaguely unusual going on in the parking lot of a popular
(for want of competition as much as anything) eatery then called
Gregory's (now defunct but replaced).  It was a loud "thump" that
attracted my gaze from across the street, and I immediately discerned
that the sound emanated from one of the large oaken whiskey barrels
(unfortunately empty) that ornamentally surrounded the building at
strategic intervals, also serving as a buffer, I suddenly understood,
to protect the exterior walls from menaces of this sort.  The other
object involved in the exosonal reaction was the front bumper of an
unusually long, white van, which was doing a commendable job of
worrying that barrel, which for its part could do little else than
wobble precariously at an oblique angle.  Well, this being so far just
a typical afternoon on the Drag, something across the street again
arrested my gaze momentarily but in vain, since the driver of the
van soon vied again for my attention.  Apparently unsatisfied with
his previous accomplishment, he now condemned the barrel to a belly
flop, sending its loose iron cover crashing to the pavement.  For a
few precious moments, the immediate neighborhood was gratuitously
treated to an incomparable big-iron-barrel-cover rendition of that
perennial childhood favorite, the running-down-spinning-quarter song,
breathtakingly accompanied by the ominous WHOOM-WHOOM of a wobbly
rolling barrel: rock and roll the way it was always meant to be!
Imagine my unsurprise to discover, prominently displayed in the van's
rear window, a decal which proclaimed

			   TEXAS A&M UNIVERSITY.

-- 
   Jim ({ihnp4,kpno,ut-ngp}!ut-sally!crandell or crandell@ut-sally.UUCP)