Texas Aggies

History of Texas A&M

Texas A&M, the state’s first public institution of higher education, was opened on Oct. 4, 1876 as the Agricultural and Mechanical College of Texas. The school owes its origin to the Morrill Act of 1862, which established the nation’s land-grant college system.

In 1963, the name of the institution was changed to Texas A&M University to more accurately reflect its expanding role as a leader in teaching, research, and public service for the state, nation and world. The initials "A" and "M" are a link to the university’s past; they no longer represent any specific words as the school’s curriculum has grown to include not only agriculture and engineering, but architecture, business, education, geosciences, liberal arts, medicine, science, and veterinary medicine.

Kyle Field circa 1941

Aggie Terminology

Every university has its own set of traditions which help to distinguish it from other institutions. Texas A&M University is no exception. Perhaps nowhere else, though, are those traditions as interwoven into the very fabric of the university than they are at Texas A&M. As a result, Aggies have a lingo that is all their own. The following list of terms helps to define what being an Aggie is all about.

A&M

Shortened form for Texas A&M University. Originally, the letters stood for Agricultural and Mechanical College of Texas; now, the letters are retained merely as part of the University’s tradition and history.

Aggie

A student, former student or supporter of Texas A&M University. Term is derived from A&M’s agricultural heritage. Aggies are sometimes also referred to as farmers.

Aggie Code of Honor

For many years, Aggies have followed a Code of Honor, which is stated in this very simple verse: “Aggies do not lie, cheat, or steal, nor do they tolerate those who do.”

Aggieland

Home of Texas A&M University.

All-U Night

All-University Night—the first Yell Practice of the semester. Event includes introductions of men’s and women’s intercollegiate athletic teams, coaching staff and yell leaders.

Association of Former Students

There is no such thing at A&M as an alumni association or an Ex-Aggie; there are only former students. The Association of Former Students serves the same purpose as an alumni association, but an individual doesn’t have to graduate from A&M to be a member. Once an Aggie, always an Aggie.

Corps of Cadets

Military-oriented organization, which is the oldest student group on the A&M campus. Texas A&M annually commissions more officers for the armed forces than any other ROTC source in the nation.

Elephant Walk

Annual ceremony held the day before bonfire in which seniors gather in front of the Academic Building, form a single line and wander about the campus like old elephants seeking a secluded spot to end their days.

Fish

A freshman.

Fish Camp

Freshman orientation camp held just before classes begin in the fall. Provides an overall introduction to Texas A&M.

Gig ’Em

One of many Aggie yells.

Howdy!

Traditional Aggie greeting; a derivative of “hello”. Sometimes garbled to sound like “hahdy”. Aggies pride themselves on their friendliness and greet each other and visitors with a “Howdy” as they walk across campus.

Hullabaloo, Caneck! Caneck!

First words to the “Aggie War Hymn,” A&M’s fight song, which was written by J.V. (Pinky) Wilson while standing guard on the Rhine during World War I.

Humping It

Position taken by an Aggie when giving a yell. Bending forward from the waist with the hands placed just above the knees properly aligns the back, mouth and throat for maximum volume.

Jollie Rollie

G. Rollie White Coliseum—the place where the Aggies play volleyball. Before Reed Arena was built, "Jollie Rollie" was the home of Aggie Basketball and held special events like graduation, Muster and Town Hall concerts.

MSC

Memorial Student Center. No one steps on the grass surrounding the MSC, which was built in honor of Aggies who died in battle.

Ol’ Army

Like it “used to be” at A&M.

Redpots

The students responsible for coordinating the building of Bonfire. There are 16 (8 seniors, 8 juniors), and they wear red hardhats or “pots”.

Sully

Statue of Lawrence Sullivan Ross, former Governor of Texas and former President of Texas A&M. It stands in front of the Academic Building.

t.u.

That “other school” in Austin is not the “University of Texas.” To an Aggie, it’s “t.u.,” without capital letters.

Tea-sip

Student at t.u.

Two Percenters

Students who do not display the true Aggie Spirit.

Whoop!

Aggie expression of approval.

Yell Practice

Spirit session which builds enthusiasm for an upcoming athletic contest. Under the direction of the Yell Leaders, Aggies show their support for the team by shouting the yells with spirit and singing the Aggie songs with pride. Held at midnight at Kyle Field before home football games.

Silver Taps

This is one of the most emotional of all Aggie traditions. The solemn ceremony is a tribute and honor to an Aggie who has died. The ceremony is held in front of the Academic Building on the first Tuesday of every month at 10:30 p.m., if a student died during the preceding month. Students gather around the area, the campus lights are dimmed (cars included); chimes play from the Albritton Tower; a detachment from the Ross Volunteers fires three volleys; and buglers from the Aggie band play Silver Taps three times. The Ceremony is quite moving because the only sense one witnesses it with is sound. The family members of the deceased Aggie are invited as special guests at the ceremony.

Bonfire

Texas Aggie Bonfire draws crowds in excess of 50,000 to the Polo Fields on the northeast corner of the A&M campus.

The Aggie Bonfire signals the annual football game between Texas A&M and the University of Texas. On the night before the game — or two nights before if it is played in Austin — the Corps of Cadets stands at attention to the music of “The Spirit of Aggieland” while the bonfire sends its flames and sparks spiraling into the sky. Bonfire is entirely financed by the donations of former students and the community. It is organized by student leaders known as Red Pots and the Corps of Cadets and traditionally belongs to the freshman class, but the entire student body helps build the world’s largest bonfire. The building and burning of Bonfire, which takes two weeks of nonstop work to complete after months of gathering wood (from land which needed to be cleared and is donated), symbolizes the burning desire to beat t.u. and the undying love Aggies everywhere carry for Texas A&M. Bonfire formerly took place on the intramural field south of Duncan Dining Hall on the southern edge of campus, but has been moved to the polo fields at the northeast corner of campus. While students burn Bonfire in the fall, they build back the environment by planting trees at Aggie Replant. During the spring semester, students replant trees to replace those burned at Bonfire. Started as a service project in 1991, replant today has grown so that today over 40,000 trees are planted. Students from all aspects of campus participate in this one-day project which focuses on giving back to the environment.

Bonfire did not burn in 1999 after 12 Aggies were killed following the stack's collapse. Click here to read Texas A&M University's report on the future of Aggie Bonfire.

"The Last Corps Trip"

It was Judgment Day in Aggieland
And tenseness filled the air;
All knew there was a trip at hand,
But not a soul knew where.

Assembled on the drill field
Was the world-renowned Twelfth Man,
The entire fighting Aggie team
And the famous Aggie Band.

And out in front with Royal Guard
The reviewing party stood;
St. Peter and his angel staff
Were choosing bad from good.

First he surveyed the Aggie team
And in terms of an angel swore,
"By Jove, I do believe I've seen
This gallant group before.

I've seen them play since way back when,
And they've always had the grit;
I've seen 'em lose and I've seen 'em win
But I've never seen 'em quit.

No need for us to tarry here
Deciding upon their fates;
Tis plain as the halo on my head
That they've opened Heaven's gates."

And when the Twelfth Man heard this,
They let out a mighty yell
That echoed clear to Heaven
And shook the gates of Hell.

"And what group is this upon the side,"
St. Peter asked his aide,
"That swelled as if to burst with pride
When we our judgment made?"

"Why, sir, that's the Cadet Corps
That's known both far and wide
For backing up their fighting team
Whether they won lost or tied."

"Well, then," said St. Peter,
"It's very plain to me
That within the realms of Heaven
They should spend eternity.

And have the Texas Aggie Band
At once commence to play
For their fates too we must decide
Upon this crucial day."

And the drum major so hearing
Slowly raised his hand
And said, "Boys, let's play The Spirit
For the last time in Aggieland."

And the band poured forth the anthem,
In notes both bright and clear
And ten thousand Aggie voices
Sang the song they hold so dear.

And when the band had finished,
St. Peter wiped his eyes
And said, "It's not so hard to see
They're meant for Paradise."

And the colonel of the Cadet Corps said
As he stiffly took his stand,
"It's just another Corps Trip, boys,
We'll march in behind the band."

This is one of the most popular poems about the Aggie Corps. It was written by P.H. DuVal Jr. '51. It is read at Bonfire, and Muster each year, as well as any time we have trouble putting that Aggie Spirit within us into words.

"The Texas Aggies"

"You say Sir he is sorta crude like,
and as country as a Hoot,
But he's Hero of this Nation
When the guns begin to shoot.
You say Sir, that it's just a joke
and only done for fun
But have you seen the record, Sir,
Of what these guys have done?
More Officers and Men, Sir,
In time of war they say
Than any other School, Sir,
Throughout the USA.
When their Country needs them
They're among the first to die
So it's kinda hard to laugh, Sir
When you've seen their families cry.
You can say they pick their nose
Can't even play a flute
But they're the heroes of this Nation
When the guns begin to shoot.
They ain't no perfumed Beatniks
With a Hair-do and a Fan
So you can call a Texas Aggie
When you really need a Man.
They don't mind your lies and jokes, Sir
When you want a little fun
They'll even join in laughing
about the things they've done.
But when the Laughing's over
And you've had your last big Hoot
Just call the Texas Aggies
When the guns begin to shoot"

This poem was written by J. Gordon Bristow of Oklahoma University, one of Texas A&M's long time rivals. He is referring to A&M's outstanding participation in American wars. In World War II, 18,000 Aggies went to fight, of these 14,000 served as officers, more than any other school, including the United States military Academy. Seven of these young men were awarded the Medal of Honor, the highest honor our Country can award. So many Aggies fought in this war that the US Army printed posters and billboards that read: "Join the Army, and help the Aggies win the War." You can read more about A&M's participation in World War II and other American wars in the Sander's Corps Center.

Aggie Muster

Reed Arena glows with candlelight during Aggie Muster, held every April 21 as an expression of camaraderie and Aggie Spirit. A “Roll Call for the Absent” honors the memories of Aggies who have died during the previous year. As each name is read, a family member or friend answers “Here” and lights a candle to symbolize the eternal spirit of all Aggies. Aggie Muster became official in 1922, but it has its roots in social gatherings of the late 1800s. Muster gained international fame in 1942 when Gen. George Moore ’08 led 25 men in Muster during the Japanese siege of the Philippine island of Corregidor. Today, more than 400 Musters are held worldwide.

Roll Call For The Absent

In many lands and climes this April Day
Proud sons of Texas A&M unite.
Our loyalty to country, school, we pray,
And seal our pact with bond of common might.
We live again those happy days of yore
On campus, field, in classroom, dorm, at drill.
Fond memory brings a sigh -- but nothing more;
Now we are men and life's a greater thrill,

Before we part and go upon our way,
We pause to honor those we knew so well;
The old familiar faces we miss so much today
Left cherished recollections that time cannot dispel.

Softly call the Muster,
Let comrade answer, "Here!"
Their spirits hover 'round us
As if to bring us cheer!

Mark them present in our hearts.
We'll meet some other day
There is no death, but life eterne
For old friends such as they!

This was written by Dr. John Ashton '06 about the famous Tradition of Aggie Muster.

The Spirit of Aggieland

The Spirit of Aggieland was written in 1925; the words by Marvin H. Mimms, a student, and the music by Col. Richard C. Dunn.

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Some may boast of prowess bold
Of the school they think so grand,
But there’s a spirit can ne’er be told
It’s the spirit of Aggieland.

Chorus

We are the Aggies — the Aggies are we.
True to each other as Aggies can be.
We’ve got to FIGHT boys,
We’ve got to FIGHT!
We’ve got to fight for Maroon and White.
After they’ ve boosted all the rest,
They will come and join the best.
For we are the Aggies —
the Aggies are we,
We’re from Texas A. M. C.

Second Chorus

T—E—X—A—S, A—G—G—I—E,
Fight! Fight! Fight! Fight! Fight!
Fight! Maroon!
White—White—White!
A—G—G—I—E, Texas!
Texas! A. M. C.
GIG ’EM AGGIES! 1! 2! 3!
FARMERS FIGHT! FARMERS FIGHT!
Fight — fight —
Farmers, farmers, fight!

The Aggie War Hymn

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The Aggie War Hymn was written by J.V. ‘Pinky’ Wilson, former student, while standing guard on the Rhine with the AEF, after World War I.

Hullabaloo, Caneck! Caneck!
Hullabaloo, Caneck! Caneck!

First Verse

All hail to dear old Texas A&M,
Rally around Maroon and White,
Good luck to the dear old Texas Aggies,
They are the boys who show the fight.
That good old Aggie spirit thrills us.
And makes us yell and yell and yell; —
So let’s fight for dear old Texas A&M,
We’re goin’ to beat you all to —
Chig-gar-roo-gar-rem!
Chig-gar-roo-gar-rem!
Rough! Tough!
Real stuff! Texas A&M!

Second Verse

Good-bye to texas university.
So long to the Orange and White.
Good luck to the dear old Texas Aggies,
They are the boys who show
the real old fight.
The eyes of Texas are upon you.
That is the song they sing so well (sounds like HELL!)
So, good-bye to texas university,
We’re goin’ to beat you all to —
Chig-gar-roo-gar-rem!
Chig-gar-roo-gar-rem!
Rough! Tough!
Real stuff! Texas A&M!

Saw Varsity's Horns Off (normally follows War Hymn)

Saw Varsity's Horns Off!
Saw Varsity's Horns Off!
Saw Varsity's Horns Off!
Short!

Varsity's Horns are Sawed Off!
Varsity's Horns are Sawed Off!
Varsity's Horns are Sawed Off!
Short!

Fightin' Texas Aggie Football Traditions - by Benjamin Knox

Traditions

12th Man

The tradition of the Twelfth Man was born on the second of January 1922, when an underdog Aggie team was playing Centre College, then the nation's top ranked team. As the hard fought game wore on, and the Aggies dug deeply into their limited reserves, Coach Dana X. Bible remembered a squad man who was not in uniform. He had been up in the press box helping reporters identify players. His name was E. King Gill, and was a former football player who was only playing basketball. Gill was called from the stands, suited up, and stood ready throughout the rest of the game, which A&M finally won 22-14. When the game ended, E. King Gill was the only man left standing on the sidelines for the Aggies. Gill later said, "I wish I could say that I went in and ran for the winning touchdown, but I did not. I simply stood by in case my team needed me."

This gesture was more than enough for the Aggie Team. Although Gill did not play in the game, he had accepted the call to help his team. He came to be thought of as the Twelfth Man because he stood ready for duty in the event that the eleven men on the gridiron needed assistance. That spirit of readiness for service, desire to support, and enthusiasm helped kindle a flame of devotion among the entire student body; a spirit that has grown vigorously throughout the years. The entire student body at A&M is the Twelfth Man, and they stand during the entire game to show their support. The 12th Man is always in the stands waiting to be called upon if they are needed.

This tradition took on a new look in the 1980's when Coach Jackie Sherrill started the 12th Man Kick-Off Team composed of regular students through open tryouts. This 12th Man team performed very well and held opponents to one of the lowest yards per return averages in the league. Later, Head Coach R.C. Slocum changed the team to allow only one representative of the 12th Man on the kick off team. The 12th Man tradition also took musical form. The 12th Man sings this song after each game in which the Aggies are outscored.

Aggie Ring

One of the greatest moments in the life of any Aggie is the day that they receive their Aggie Ring. This moment began with the Class of 1889. The original ring is very different from the ring worn today. At that time several companies made several different versions of the Aggie Ring. It wasn't until E. C. Jonas, class of 1894, designed a ring for his class that the ring we know today came into existence. It has remained exactly as Jonas designed it, with one exception; in 1964 the Legislature of the State of Texas changed the university's name from the Agricultural and Mechanical College of Texas to Texas A&M University, and the name on the ring was changed accordingly.

The Aggie Ring is one of the most symbolic of our traditions. Everything seen on the ring represents a value that an Aggie should hold. On the top is a large shield, which symbolizes the desire to protect the reputation of the university.

The 13 stripes on the shield represent the 13 original states of America. The five stars on the shield refer to the phases of development of any Aggie: mind or intellect; body; spiritual attainment; emotional poise; and integrity of character.

The eagle symbolizes agility and power, and the ability to reach great heights. The large star on the side of the ring symbolizes the Seal of Texas. The five-pointed star is encircled with a wreath of olive and laurel leaves symbolizing achievement and a desire for peace. The live oak leaves symbolize the strength to fight for our country and our state. The leaves are joined at the bottom by an encircling ribbon to show the necessity of joining these two traits to accomplish one's ambition to serve.

An ancient cannon, a saber, and a rifle are on the other side of the ring and symbolize how citizens of Texas fought for their land and are determined to defend it. The saber stands for valor and confidence, while the rifle and cannon stand for a preparedness and defense. The crossed flags of the United States and Texas recognize an Aggie's dual allegiance to both nation and state.

Traditionally, students wear their ring with the class year facing them to signify the fact that their time at A&M is not yet complete. During Senior Weekend at the annual Ring Dance, the student's ring is turned around to face the world proudly, just as the Aggie graduate will be ready to face the world.

Corps

Texas A&M was established as a military institution, and the Corps of Cadets has played an important part in its history and development. Although membership in the Corps became voluntary in 1965, Texas A&M historically has produced more military officers than any other institution in the nation except for the service academies.

The Corps of Cadets at Texas A&M is not just another ROTC unit as might be found on most campuses. The 2,200 men and women of the Corps form the largest uniformed body of students outside the U.S. military academies. Although cadets can earn commissions as military officers, membership in the Corps itself carries no military obligation. In fact, only about 30 percent of graduating cadets are commissioned, while the rest pursue civilian careers.

The Corps has more to offer than just military training. It is a tightly-knit group of students that offers camaraderie as well as leadership training that is useful in all post-college careers. All Corps activities and organizations are open to all qualified applicants regardless of gender, and the Corps encourages female participation.

Texas A&M has rich military history. More than 200 of its graduates have become generals or admirals. More Aggies were commissioned and fought in World War II than men from West Point or Annapolis.

Gig 'em

Pinky Downs, class of '06 and a member of the Board of Regents from 1923 to 1933 is credited with the Gig'em hand sign. Downs was at the 1930 Yell Practice before the TCU game and shouted out "What are we going to do to those Horned Frogs?". His muse did not fail him as he improvised, borrowing a term from frog hunting. "Gig 'em, Aggies!" he said as he made a fist with his thumb extended straight up. The gesture became the first hand sign of The Southwest Conference.

Reveille

Reveille, the first lady of Aggieland, is the official mascot of Texas A&M University. She is the highest ranking member of the Corps of Cadets, and she is a Five-Star General. Reveille I came to Texas A&M in January 1931. A group of cadets hit a small black and white dog on their way back from Navasota. They picked up the dog and brought her back to school so they could care for her. The next morning, when "Reveille" was blown by a bugler, she started barking. She was named after this morning wakeup call. The following football season she was named the official mascot when she led the band onto the field during their half-time performance. When Reveille I died on January 18, 1944, she was given a formal military funeral on the gridiron of Kyle Field. She was then buried at the north entrance to the field, as all Reveilles are, facing the scoreboard so that she can always watch the Aggies outscore their opponent. Before naming Reveille II, there were several other unofficial mascot, such as Tripod, Spot, and Ranger. It was not until a later Reveille that she was a full-blood Collie. The most current Reveille is Reveille VII and was inducted in 2001.

Reveille is the most revered dog on campus. Company E-2 has the privilege of taking care of Reveille. If she is sleeping on a cadet's bed, that cadet must sleep on the floor. Cadets address Reveille as "Miss Rev, m'am." If she is in class and barks while the professor is teaching, the class is to be immediately dismissed. Reveille is a highly cherished mascot and receives only the best.

Silver Taps

By far, one of Texas A&M's most honored traditions is Silver Taps. Silver Taps is held for a graduate of undergraduate student who passes away while enrolled at A&M. This final tribute is held the first Tuesday of the month when a student has passed away the previous month.

The first Silver Taps was held in 1898 and honored Lawrence Sullivan Ross, the former governor of Texas and president of A&M College. Silver Taps is currently held in the Academic Plaza. On the day of Silver Taps, a small card with the deceased students name, class, major, and date of birth is placed as a notice at the base of the academic flagpole, in addition to the memorial located behind the flagpole. Around 10:15 that night, the lights are extinguished and hymns chime from Albritton Tower. Students silently gather at the statue of Lawrence Sullivan Ross. At 10:30pm, the Ross Volunteer Firing Squad marches into the plaza and fire a twenty-one gun salute. Buglers then play a special rendition of Silver Taps by Colonel Richard Dunn. Taps is played three times from the dome of the Academic Building: once to the north, south, and west. It is not played to the east because the sun will never rise on that Aggie again. After the buglers play, the students silently return to their homes. Silver Taps is a sacred tradition that Aggies hold dear.

Midnight Yell Practice

Yell Practice began as a post dinner activity in 1913, when different corps companies would gather together to "learn heartily the old time pep." However, it was not until 1931, that Yell Practice as is known today, was held before the t.u. game. It began, when a group of cadets were gathered in Peanut Owen's dorm room in Puryear Hall. Someone suggested that all of the freshmen should fall out and meet on the steps of the YMCA building at midnight. The cadets notified senior yell leaders Horsefly Berryhill and Two Gun Herman from Sherman, who could not authorize it, but said that they may just show up. Well, needless to say, the word spread quickly, and when the freshmen began to arrive, there were railroad flares and torpedoes stuck in flower pots around the YMCA building to light the area. The first Midnight Yell had begun!!!

Today, Midnight Yell is held the night before a home game in Kyle Field and at the Grove on Thursday nights before away games. Also for away games, a site is designated for a Midnight Yell in the city of our opponent on the night before the game. For example, for the t.u. game, it is held at the Texas Capitol in Austin. For a yell at Kyle Field, yell leaders lead the Fightin' Texas Aggie Band and the Twelfth Man into the stadium. The yell leaders lead the crowd in old army yells, the singing of the fight song, and tell fables of how the Aggies are going to beat the everlivin' hell out of our opponent for the next day. Lastly, the lights go out, and Aggies kiss their dates. If they don't have a date, all they have to do is flick their Bicks. As the story goes, the flames make it easier for two dateless people to find each other, and maybe they won't be dateless anymore!

The purpose of Midnight Yell is to pump up the Twelfth Man for the next day's big game!

Yells and Yell Leaders

Texas A&M students "hump it" at an A&M football game. The "humping it" position allows for students to achieve maximum volume during their yells.

An interesting aspect of A&M is that instead of cheerleaders leading cheers, there are yell leaders leading yells. Today, Yell Leaders are selected by a vote of the student body. There are five Yell Leaders (three seniors, two juniors) who are donned in white. These five motivated Aggies use hand signals to indicate what yell will occur next. They tell the "12th Man" what yell is coming, the students along the front pass the signal upward until the entire student body knows what yell is coming. Once the "12th Man" assumes the "humping it" position (bending over with the hands placed just above the knees, properly aligning the back, mouth and throat for maximum volume) the yell begins. After an Aggie home victory, the Yell Leaders are thrown into the Fish Pond, then a Yell Practice is held. After the Aggies have been "outscored", students remain in the stands and Yell Practice is held in preparation for the next game.

GIG'EM

Yeaaaaaa, gig'em, Aggies!

This yell is done whenever the A&M football team is about to kick off. It is always the first yell to be done at Midnight Yell Practice. The signal for this yell is done
by curling your fingers into your palm, sticking your thumb straight up in the air, and shaking your hand back and forth(left & right).

AGGIES

A-G-G-I-E-S
A-G-G-I-E-S
Yeaaaaaa, fight'em, Aggies!

It is always the second yell to be done at Midnight Yell Practice. The signal for this yell is done by opening your palms away from you face and putting your hands in
a triangular shape(with its bottom side stretched downward) bringing them together and apart. Don't "hiss". This is done by holding the "S".

FARMERS FIGHT

Farmers, fight! Farmers, fight!
Fight! Fight!
Farmers, farmers fight!

The signal for this yell is done by putting your arms horizontally in front of your body(one in front of the other & parallel to each other), rolling(forward) one arm over
the other(twice) like you would do on a punching bag, then hitting the wrist of the hand closest to your chest against the other hand. Once you have done this do it
again, but in the opposite direction. Repeat this signal several times.

MILITARY

Squads left; squads right!
Farmers, farmers we're all right!
Load, ready, aim, fire: BOOM!
(Reload!)
A&M, give us room!

The signal is done by saluting, bringing your hand back to salute again, etc...

NOTE: Only seniors "Reload".

TEAM

T-E-A-M, T-E-A-M
Yeaaaaaa, team, team, team!

HORSE LAUGH

Riffety, Riffety, Riff-Raff!
Chiffity, Chiffity, Chiff-Chaff!
Riff-Raff! Chiff-Chaff!
Let's give 'em the horse laugh:
Ssssss!

This yell is done whenever the referee makes a "bad" call. The signal for this yell is done by putting your hands flat together, as if you were going to pray, and then
shaking your hands to and from you. You do the same for the "Ssssss"(hissing) part.

OLD ARMY

Aaaa, Rrrr, Mmmm, Yyyy
(Drop voice)
Tttt, Aaaa, Mmmm, Cccc
(Drop voice)
Yeaaaaaa, Old Army Fight!

Put your hand in the "we're #1" position and rotate that arm around in circles.

LOCOMOTIVE

(slow)
Rah! Rah! Rah! Rah!
T-A-M-C
(faster)
Rah! Rah! Rah! Rah!
T-A-M-C
(very fast)
Rah! Rah! Rah! Rah!
T-A-M-C
Yeaaaaaa
Rah! Rah! Rah! Team!

The signal for this yell is done by opening you hand in the air with your palm facing away from you and closing your fist while pulling your arm down and turning the
back of your hand away from you. Reverse the motion as your arm goes up.

Beat the Hell

BEAT THE HELL OUTTA' (insert opponent school or good ol' t.u.)

The signal for this is to place your left arm on your right bicep while flexing your right arm (could be obscene if done around non-Ags ; )

PTTS (unofficial)

P-T-T-S,
P-T-T-S,
aaaaaaaaa,
GO HOME NAZIS!

Parking, traffic, and transportation services (PTTS) is not very popular on campus.

Aggie Rings

"Howdy, son," he said extending a wrinkled hand

Callused and worn, he held it out

And I noticed a golden band.

The old man walked with a cane,

And could barely see me, I’ll bet,

But had something to say – that Spring day –

Which I know I’ll never forget.

That brassy lump was hard to read,

Worn out from time long passed,

But it fit his hand, and he fit it –

A union built to last.

Despite his age, despite its nicks,

He had worn it all this time,

Like an old, old vow to someone close,

Or a holy vow – sublime.

Through the years of growth, years

Of pain, a man changes in many ways,

But something made him wear

That thing since his college days.

So I took his hand, shook it well,

And sensed there was something great.

"Glad to meetcha," he smiled an Aggie smile,

"Class of ’38"

You see, I left A&M two years ago –

With a diploma and a ton of ambition,

Loved the place and the pride, my friends and the yells –

But now I’m in a different position.

I’m out of class, off the campus,

In business circles and such,

So wearing my ring and supporting the school

Didn’t seem to matter all that much.

But everything changed that day I met Jack,

And he yapped my Spirit so deeply,

And spoke to me of a place so dear,

And a bond I know completely.

He reminded me in an instant

That each of us has a part to play,

To honor that school, and keep the faith,

Even, though far away.

Jack told me of a friend he had,

Who kept him up in school,

Who helped him study, taught him to march,

And obey each Aggie rule.

"Be true to a trust, stand by the right,

He told me," old Jack grinned,

"I never would have survived fish year,

If it weren’t for my closest friend."

Then Jack bowed his head and paused a bit,

And added with a sigh –

"But I lost him back in War World II.

On Omaha Beach, where heroes lie.

"So I wear it for him," Jack raised his head.

"This ring is my tribute and my pride,

"In those Aggies who went before me,

And most of whom have died.

"I wear it for those who cannot.

I wear it for those who would.

"And I wear it too for kids like you,

Who know they really should."

Jack smiled at me, and patted my back,

And scuffled off on his way –

Not knowing, I’m sure, how much he said,

Or how he changed me that day.

So I wear my ring these days for Jack,

Who’s had his on since ’38.

The crest, the words, that mean so much.

The symbol of a place so great.

It’s small thing, really. A minor matter,

Which other schools probably lack,

But a band of gold can say a lot,

According to a man named Jack.

By Jeff Brady ‘86

Texas Monthly article

Did You Hear the One About The New Aggies?

They put education ahead of football, admitted more women than men, and learned the difference between good traditions and bad ones—and turned Texas A&M into the state's top-rated public university. No kidding.

by Paul Burka

From the April 1997 issue of Texas Monthly

"Texas A&M is not going to become a school of nerds." These unlikely words have just been spoken by Ray Bowen, the president of the university, who is explaining to me why he doesn't want to see the average Scholastic Assessment Test score of A&M students rise much higher than the current 1174—even though scores at the University of Texas are higher. "A&M's mission has always been to train leaders," Bowen says. "I don't ever want us to get to the point where test scores count more than leadership." That the president of Texas A&M should be worried about keeping test scores down instead of getting them up is all the evidence necessary to establish how much A&M has changed in recent years and how far it has come academically. As recently as the mid-seventies, the catalog requirements for admission to the College Station campus were only that a student had to be a college-track high school graduate of good moral character and free of infectious and contagious diseases. Today A&M's SAT scores exceed the average at most major state universities—not just gimmes like Louisiana State University and Oklahoma but also such respected flagship institutions as Ohio State, Illinois, Indiana, Purdue, Minnesota, Connecticut, and Washington.

Reputations, though, are hard to live down, and for many Texans who have grown up on Aggie jokes, the idea that the onetime Agricultural and Mechanical College of Texas has evolved into an academic powerhouse is a Copernican challenge to long-held assumptions about the order of the universe. Indeed, as Bowen switches into a conversation about his desire to bring A&M's library up to the elite standards of the Association of Research Libraries, a corner of my mind dredges up the hoariest of Aggie jokes: "Did you hear what happened to the Aggie library? It had to close because somebody checked out the book." And the sequel: "When the book was returned, the library couldn't reopen. All the pictures had been colored."

But the old Texas A&M that gave rise to the stereotype no longer exists. Last October U.S. News and World Report's annual ranking of American colleges and universities—based on eleven numerical indicators ranging from test scores to the percentage of alumni who give money—placed Texas A&M among the top fifty schools in the country for the first time. UT-Austin, which had been on the list in previous years, dropped off. And that's not all. A&M now has the largest full-time undergraduate enrollment in America. Its annual research funding ranks sixth nationally. Among Texas colleges, it has the best retention rate from freshman to sophomore year and the best graduation rate. At a time when state and federal support for education is under intense budget pressure, A&M has just raised $637 million from alumni and other private sources—the largest fund drive ever completed by a public university. The University of Texas is still the superior graduate institution, but Texas A&M had earned the right to be called the best public undergraduate university in the state.

Any attempt to rate something as individualized and subjective as higher education is open to attack, of course. UT student body president Jeff Tsai denounced the U.S. News ranking system as "a specious attempt to quantify the intangible elements of higher education" and called for the university to withhold statistical data from the magazine in future years. Still, the U.S. News top ten—Yale, Princeton, Harvard, Duke, MIT, Stanford, Dartmouth, Brown, Cal Tech, and Northwestern—could hardly be confused with the Associated Press football rankings, nor does it suggest that there is some giant flaw in the formula. And if it is intangibles that make the difference in education, well, Texas A&M will match its intangibles with anyone's. For almost a century, intangibles—tradition, loyalty, school spirit, service to the school—were all that Texas A&M had going for it. These values, sometimes referred to by Aggies as "the other education," remain among A&M's most cherished assets. UT president Robert Berdahl has told Ray Bowen that what UT needs is a stronger sense of place and more loyalty from its alumni. When the University of Texas wants to emulate anything about Texas A&M, you know that times have changed.

The rise of A&M to academic prominence is a remarkable odyssey. It was born a stepchild in 1876, declared by the state constitution to be a "branch of the University of Texas," which would not even exist for another six years. For the first half-century, the school faced repeated threats by the Legislature to shut it down. As recently as the 1950's it was more likely that the school would cease to exist than become a serious academic institution. Over the years, A&M has had to overcome politics, poverty, isolation, fire, and ridicule. Most of all, though, it has had to overcome Aggies.

The lifetime love and loyalty that Aggies have for their school have been A&M's greatest asset—and its greatest liability. Its long history as an all-male, compulsory military institution made the experience of attending A&M intense and unique. All universities must deal with alumni who don't want their school to change, but at A&M the pressure from former students (which is the correct designation for Aggie alums, since there is no such creature as an ex-Aggie) to resist change has been extreme and unyielding. No university has had to endure more fights over what its fundamental mission should be. Until recent years, the occasional attempts to elevate scholarship inevitably lost out to advocates of technical education, military training, and character and leadership development.

The history of Texas A&M, then, has been an unending battle between New Aggies, who saw the change as something that could elevate the school, and Old Aggies, who were passionate in their conviction that change would destroy it. To describe such feelings as hypersensitive is an understatement. John Lindsey, a current A&M regent from Houston, says that there are Old Aggies who still have not spoken to him since he advocated the admission of women back in the sixties. Even as the school gained academic stature through the seventies and eighties, the university administration remained mired in an Old Aggie mentality, managing the campus more like a family business than a modern billion-dollar enterprise. Record keeping was minimal, lines of authority were bypassed, and controls on research were ignored. The result was a series of soap operas and scandals that obscured from the public just how good a school Texas A&M was becoming: the hiring and then the firing of football coach Jackie Sherrill, in both cases after open power struggles at the highest levels of the university; an embarrassing claim that A&M scientists had achieved a breakthrough in cold fusion research; an even more embarrassing claim that an A&M chemistry professor had found a cheap way to turn base metals into gold; accusations of harassment made by female members of the corps of cadets against their male colleagues; and most recently, a long-running investigation by the Texas Rangers into management practices at the university that led to controversial convictions on ethics charges of Ross Margraves, the chairman of the board of regents, and Robert Smith, the school's most powerful administrator. The success of Texas A&M today is all the more impressive in the light of what the school had to overcome to achieve it.
"Inspiration to Greatness"

Outsiders have always had a hard time understanding Aggies, and I confess to faring no better. As an undergraduate at Rice University, I would occasionally go to College Station to watch athletic events, and I always had the uncomfortable feeling of entering a Third World country. The yells, the gestures, the conversation, even the fierce and close-cropped look of the students (all men in those days) were the rituals of a primitive tribe. With its graceless cell block buildings, A&M resembled a prison more than a university. How could anyone revere such a place? Aggies, I thought, were people who believed everyone was out of step but themselves. This view crumbled when I entered the post-collegiate world and met A&M graduates I came to like and admire (and, in one case, work for). I had to admit that, whatever I thought about the behavior of people who went to school there, the condition didn't seem to be permanent. While I still root for the University of Texas, where I received a law degree, to beat the Aggies in athletics, I realize that the old distinction between the two schools—sophisticates versus hicks, or from the A&M perspective, tough guys against teasips—is long out of date. In the more important arenas of politics and education, there is no rivalry between the two schools. They are on the same team, aligned against envious smaller schools and local legislators who want to grab more state funds for their hometown colleges. UT and A&M are Texas' best hope to prevent a brain drain—a specter that used to haunt Texas but no longer does, thanks largely to the quality of education at the two schools.

So I returned to Texas A&M this year with a different viewpoint, and I saw it through different eyes. The campus is still far from handsome, but it has an unmistakable energy. A&M's explosive growth—from 10,000 students to 43,000 in the past thirty years—has been accompanied by a building boom, mostly of undistinguished high rises that appear to have been wedged into any available vacant space, sometimes at odd angles. Students walk faster than they used to, having more distance to cover (the busy railroad line that used to be the school's western boundary is now in the middle of the campus), and they don't say howdy when they pass each other either, as they did in the old days. Instead of "whipping out"—offering handshakes to visitors—they just smile. Only a handful of students are in uniform; the corps of cadets is down to 2,200 members. The remainder dress casually, jeans and T-shirts on a cool day, shorts and T-shirts on a warm one, the main contrast to their peers at UT being that more shirttails are likely to be tucked in at A&M. At first glance the scene might pass for an Old Aggie's worst nightmare. Everything has changed.

And yet, what is remarkable about Texas A&M is how much has remained the same. The sense of place is exuberant. The shuttle buses (white with maroon trim) that run through campus identify their routes not by numbers or letters but by Aggie terms: Old Army, Gig ‘Em, Hullabaloo, Bonfire, and so on. The streets are named after Aggie icons: former governors, former school presidents, former athletic heroes. The buildings may be ugly, but Texas A&M has the world's most beautiful campus from the ankles down. The grounds are Disney World clean, and Aggies who come across a stray piece of trash invariably pick it up and throw it away. Application forms for Aggie license plates are prominently placed at the checkout window of campus parking garages. Plaques in the Memorial Student Center tell the story of Aggies who earned the Congressional Medal of Honor. In another part of the center short multimedia presentations—a series of still photographs with voice-overs—provide an introduction to Aggieland. Ostensibly the presentations are for visitors, but the earnest freshman who is manning the information desk nearby tells me, "Students looking for a pick-me-up drop in to watch." The one that was running at the time was called "Inspiration to Greatness." On the screen, a professor, accompanied by swelling symphonic music, was saying, "We will reach into the future as a global university." Another said, "A&M has become a great university in the last ten years and it will become a greater university." More faces marched across the screen: "The tradition of greatness moves us forward. . . . Texas A&M means being part of something larger than ourselves. . . . That's why Texas A&M is great. That's what it takes to be an Aggie."
Highway 6 Runs Both Ways

More than a century of struggle over what it takes to be an Aggie would pass, however, before a comfortable equilibrium was reached. Texas A&M was barely three years old when the school faced its first identity crisis. It had opened in 1876 as a land-grant college, which meant that it received funds from the sale of federal lands in exchange for teaching agriculture and mechanical arts. The idea was to educate the industrial class and leave classical studies for private colleges, which tended to serve the wealthy. But there were few textbooks and fewer trained instructors in the disciplines that A&M had been created to teach, and almost immediately it began to emphasize classical education. This was the path down which most land-grant colleges would go—but not Texas A&M. By 1878 the Texas State Grange, a politically potent farmer's organization, was complaining about the lack of emphasis on agriculture, and the next year Governor Oran Roberts pitched in: A&M's mission, he said, was to teach students "How to produce two ears of wheat and corn and two bales of cotton by the same labor and capital that have been heretofore producing but one." Students interested in literature and science, he noted, "are seldom found to spend their lives between the plow handles or in the workshops." Late that year the board of directors, as A&M regents used to be called, fired the first president—who had been recommended by Jefferson Davis after the former president of the confederacy turned down the job—and the entire faculty of nine. The new president declared, not surprisingly, that students had to major in one of the two land-grant areas of study.

Two years later Governor Roberts called for the building of "a University of the first class"—The University of Texas. A&M would remain the Agricultural and Mechanical College. UT, in the discourse of the day, was "The University," which Aggies derisively shortened to T.U.—a designation that survives in College Station to this day. For more than forty years, A&M would fight its nemesis for a share of the income from the public lands that the state constitution had set aside for UT, of which A&M was legally a branch.

All of this may seem like ancient history, but at Texas A&M, all history is contemporary. At a school that places such a heavy emphasis on tradition, nothing about the effort to become a modern university was harder than resolving the issue that had dominated its past. Was A&M a university or a vocational school? Was it a second-class adjunct of the University of Texas or an equal? Who should be allowed to go to school there? Was military training of primary or secondary importance? Could the good features of "the other education" survive an emphasis on formal education? Every one of these battles goes back at least a hundred years.

The new agricultural curriculum was not a success. As A&M professor Henry Dethloff observed in his history of the school's first one hundred years, the farmers' sons who went to college did so in the hope of escaping the farm, not going back to it. During the 1880's there was serious talk, in the Legislature and in the press, of closing A&M down and converting it into—this is too perfect—a lunatic asylum. The UT regents proposed that they take over A&M. What saved A&M was the decision to offer the presidency to Governor Lawrence Sullivan Ross. A former Texas Ranger who had killed the Comanche chief Peta Nocona in battle and "rescued" his white wife, Cynthia Ann Parker, Sul Ross made peace with UT and pried money from the Legislature, and talk of shutting down the school subsided. But his lasting importance at Texas A&M was his declaration that military training at the school should be of "transcendental importance."

A&M had found its calling. Education, even agricultural education, was relegated to secondary status: As Dethloff put it in his history of A&M, " ‘college spirit' and indoctrination surpassed and even began to smother academic interests." Cadets lived together, drilled together, went to class together, even danced together. (At campus-sponsored stag dances, "girls" were identified by a handkerchief tied around a cadet's arm.) The Corps was an all-inclusive fraternity. Its rituals became traditions; its traditions became sacrosanct. Compulsory membership in the Corps, opposed by much of the faculty, ceased to be an issue after 1912, when the regents notified administrators, faculty, and staff that "if there is among them those who cannot conscientiously support the military feature they are advised that they will seriously hamper the institution by continued opposition." This get-in-or-get-out attitude would become an Aggie hallmark. As the saying goes, "Highway 6 runs both ways."

By the teens the consequences of A&M's military bent were all too clear. The Carnegie Foundation for the Advancement of Teaching visited the campus and reported, "It is a display of great leniency to term the Agricultural and Mechanical College of Texas an institution of higher education at all." There were renewed efforts to close the school. Following fires that destroyed the mess hall and the main building, the Legislature in 1913 was reluctant to appropriate money for new construction. Only a personal guarantee by regents' chairman Edward Cushing enabled A&M to borrow money and avoid being consolidated with UT.

The discovery of oil on UT's public lands in 1923 brought the issue of A&M's relationship to UT to a head. The issue of whether A&M, as a branch of the university, was entitled to a portion of the oil revenue became worth fighting for. After A&M threatened to go to court, the two boards of regents agreed on a compromise: UT would get two-thirds, the Aggies one third, a division that inspired another Aggie joke. "Why was A&M's share just one third? The Aggies got first choice." There is a grain of truth here. A&M, starting from zero and having an uncertain legal position and less political influence than UT, was willing to settle for a minority interest.

With its funding assured, A&M no longer faced the threat of closure. But the oil windfall was spent on bricks, not brains; new buildings popped up on campus, with no effect on the quality of education. A school of arts and sciences was formed in 1924, but it offered just two courses—one called liberal arts and one called sciences. The chemical engineering department failed to achieve accreditation in 1937. Faculty members were not required to do research and had no tenure system. As late as 1946, only 17 percent of them had Ph.D.'s. Post-war A&M, historian Dethloff says, was still a school for the training of agriculturists and engineers and little else.

No one at A&M seemed terribly troubled by this state of affairs until the fifties. That's when A&M's enrollment began to decline during a decade when attendance at public colleges across the state was growing by 92 percent. Twenty thousand Aggies had fought in World War II, seven thousand of them officers commissioned at the college. But with the war over, the appeal of military training to returning vets and younger students alike was diminished. To the faculty, the remedy was obvious: End compulsory membership in the Corps (the freshman attrition rate in Corps dorms hit 48 percent in the fall of 1946) and admit women. But the regents, the alumni, and the Corps were Old Aggies who resolutely opposed any change: If Aggies weren't going to be in uniform, if they weren't going to say howdy and whip out, then they wouldn't be true Aggies anymore, and Texas A&M wouldn't be Texas A&M. The school president made the Corps optional in 1954, but after four years of open hostility between military and civilian students, the board reversed the policy. Once again, the survival of Texas A&M was at stake.
None Udder But Rudder

Into this volatile and deteriorating situation stepped the right man at the right time, although no one either intended or foresaw what would happen. In 1959 James Earl Rudder became president of Texas A&M. He was Old Aggie to the core—class of '32, an industrial education major, an ex-football coach, a general, and a World War II hero. Years later, a number of Rudder's contemporaries would try to take credit for persuading him to open A&M's doors to women and end mandatory Corps membership once and for all, but the reality is that it did not take a great amount of insight to see what had to be done. What it took was courage and clout—the willingness and the stature to stand up to the Old Aggies—and Earl Rudder had plenty of both. During World War II he had scaled a cliff on D-day, leading a team of Rangers that captured a key German position above Omaha Beach. In 1954 Governor Allan Shivers had called Rudder away from his Brady ranch to take over the scandal-ridden General Land Office, and he had restored the integrity of the agency. When Rudder ran for reelection, he wanted a slogan that people could remember. Current A&M regent John Lindsey was his Harris County campaign manager, and all he could think of was "None udder but Rudder." The general hated it, but it became the successful campaign's unofficial mantra.

Rudder had no academic background before he came to A&M as vice president in 1958, but he could see that the school was in serious trouble. The campus was in turmoil over the issues of coeducation and compulsory military training. The student senate had called for the resignation of the editor of the Battalion after the student newspaper came out in favor of admitting women. Academics were in sad shape, the library was terrible ("seriously inadequate" was the verdict of professional librarians from other colleges who had evaluated it in 1949), and the faculty and the administration were full of deadwood. It wasn't long after Rudder became president that he began telling friends, "What A&M needs is a lot of funerals."

Earl Rudder had to become a New Aggie to save Texas A&M from fading into oblivion, but it was not a role that came naturally to him. When it came to facial hair, student protests, and highfalutin ideas, he was Old Aggie all the way. A&M had no art history course and Rudder didn't see the need for one. To him, art meant only one thing—pictures of naked women. Rudder got so exasperated with Wayne Stark, the longtime and much-loved director of the student center, for trying to interest Aggies in art that he would grumble to friends that he ought to fire Stark, which of course was as unthinkable as the regents firing Rudder. Stark had established a tradition called Cultural Weekend, in which he would take students he regarded as the cream of the crop to Houston, where they would stay at the Shamrock, four to a room, and go to the art museum and the Alley Theatre. Rudder, who hated the whole idea, made Stark change the name of the outing to Leadership Weekend.

Rudder knew that it would be easier to admit women than to end compulsory Corps membership. There was considerable precedent for coeducation. The daughter of a professor attended classes in 1893. That same decade, President Ross wanted the Legislature to establish a girls' industrial school at A&M, but the proposal died in the Legislature. Limited coeducation for families of faculty and students' wives was allowed into the mid-teens (and then ended), in the early twenties (and then ended), and in the thirties (and then ended). After World War II, though, coeducation became a much more emotionally charged issue, the litmus test of whether A&M would have to give in to a changing world.

Rudder had two strategically placed allies who favored the admission of women. One was the chairman of the board of regents, Sterling Evans; the other, the formidable state senator from Brazos County, Bill Moore. In 1953 Moore had passed a nonbinding resolution in favor of coeducation at A&M through the Senate while no one was paying much attention. When one senator asked Moore what the resolution said, Moore, who was in the process of earning the nickname the Bull of the Brazos, growled, "Read it yourself. You never vote with me anyway." The resolution passed, but when Moore's colleagues found out what he had done, they rescinded the vote two days later by a vote of 28-1. Never one to be graceful in defeat, Moore barked that A&M would be coeducational within ten years. He was right on the money. Moore held up the appointment of regents who opposed coeducation, and saw to it that Governor John Connally got the word that future appointees would not be approved unless they were willing to let women attend A&M. Suddenly the A&M board found itself with a 5-4 majority for admitting women. On April 27, 1963, in what was reported to be a unanimous decision, the regents reinstituted the old policy of letting the wives and daughters of people at A&M attend school as well as women who wanted programs available only at Texas A&M. Two years later Rudder was allowed to admit women at his discretion.

In 1965 the board voted to end compulsory membership in the corps of cadets. Rudder blamed a decision by the Department of Defense to cut back on college ROTC programs, but that was just a rationale for what had to be done. Although the Old Aggies didn't like it, they couldn't take on Rudder. Only he could have changed A&M from an all-male, all-military school. But Rudder had too much Old Aggie in him to be an ongoing reformer. A&M was slow to install restroom facilities for women and didn't build a woman's dormitory until 1972, two years after Rudder's presidency ended with his death. Even so, he remains the school's greatest president, the one who set A&M free. ("If it hadn't been for Earl Rudder," says state agriculture commissioner Rick Perry, a yell leader during the Rudder era, "Texas A&M would be The Citadel of Texas today.") Rudder is one of two A&M presidents honored by a statue on campus. The other is Lawrence Sullivan Ross, whose work in shaping Texas A&M Rudder dismantled.
The Logic Demon

It isn't hard to improve a university. All that's really needed is the money, the will, and a compatible institutional culture. In the space of a few years, Texas A&M went from none of the above to all three. The subsequent history of A&M has been the steady ascendancy of New Aggies over Old Aggies.

In the seventies A&M suddenly found itself in a fortuitous position. With the Corps no longer at the center of life, A&M students could put education first. With the admission of women, the talent pool available to the school doubled. Oil royalties from university lands were flowing in. A&M was practically a brand-new university, except that it had the benefit (and sometimes the downside) of a hundred years of tradition and a fanatically loyal alumni.

A&M's timing was perfect. The nation's elite universities had gone through their growth spurts in the sixties, when A&M was stagnating. Graduate schools were producing many more Ph.D.'s in the seventies than they had in the sixties—but the top universities had already stocked their faculties in the previous decades. A&M (and the University of Texas) had jobs available, oil revenue that could supplement state funding, and the luxury of recruiting in the buyer's market. ("We turned down people from Stanford!" a longtime A&M administrator told me.) The academic reputation that both schools enjoy today is largely as a result of the faculty recruiting that was done fifteen and twenty years ago.

To get a closer look at how A&M had made use of its opportunities, I decided to visit the college of liberal arts, the area that has been A&M's biggest educational shortcoming over the years. Liberal arts received a big boost in 1986, when the New Aggies on the faculty senate adopted, over objections from Old Aggies, core requirements that required all students, even those in agriculture and engineering, to take a number of courses in liberal arts. Another nineteenth-century decision had been reversed; A&M's mission would incorporate classical education for all students after all. Today liberal arts is the third largest of A&M's ten colleges, trailing only engineering and agriculture in the number of students who major in one of its subjects. A film touting liberal arts has just been added to the student center's collection of Aggieana. ("A broad-based education gives us the edge we need to be leaders in the twenty-first century.")

The department that intrigued me the most was philosophy, because the concept of an Aggie philosopher seemed to be something of an oxymoron. A&M's emphasis on leadership, service, and other practical skills that make up "the other education" are not exactly conducive to a life of cogito ergo suming. But philosophy at A&M turns out to be very practical indeed, a case study in New Aggieness.

"Did you know that philosophy majors do the best on the law school entrance exam?" asked Robin Smith, who came to A&M from Kansas State to head the philosophy and humanities department three years ago. He spoke with a serious air that was enhanced by a gray beard that ran from sideburn to sideburn and encroached onto his cheeks. "At the undergraduate level, most philosophy departments in the country are dominated by students who want to go to law school. We want to learn how to examine arguments. We have to learn to listen to the arguments of others. You can't reject their opinions unless you understand why they think they are right."

I asked Smith about what I had heard repeatedly from administrators and faculty at A&M, starting with President Bowen: One reason A&M has come so far so fast is that the university is constantly reevaluating itself. This year, the university is going through a formal planning process in which every department and every college is being asked to propose ideas for self-improvement. All universities do this, of course; the question is, Does all the planning mean anything?

Smith pondered. "How can I put this?" he said. "A&M has its bureaucratic complexities, but there is considerable institutional support for innovative thinking and new ideas." He gestured to a stack of examinations on his desk. "I teach introductory logic to one hundred and sixty students," he said. "I can't give everybody half an hour a week of individual attention. So I thought, ‘Maybe participation could be virtual.' Two professors got a grant from the university for a Web site where students can get help and do practice problems. They wrote a special program for it. It's called the Logic Demon.

"Right now, we're giving ourselves a long, hard look. We have one of the three or four best master's degree programs in the country. Do we want to expand to a Ph.D. program? There are plenty of Ph.D.'s in the field now. Maybe we should have postdoctoral fellowships or something else instead that are designed for people in executive, administrative, and political positions.

"We have to ask ourselves, What should this department be like in ten years? What will this discipline be like in the future? Are there applications for philosophy? The university is especially open to ideas that have some usefulness to other disciplines. Take consciousness. How do I know that you're conscious? As philosophers, we spend a lot of time worrying about things that are far from everyday life. But there are a lot of people in other disciplines who are trying to understand intelligence. Are computers intelligent? Are animals? If philosophers can give them a clear picture of the issues in determining what intelligence is, we can help them with their work."

And so I discovered that philosophy and Texas A&M are not incompatible after all. A&M is not likely to establish a broad Ph.D. program in philosophy, but there is room for niche programs that are practical. Hegel himself couldn't have devised it better; thesis plus antithesis yields synthesis; philosophy plus practical education yields practical philosophy.
Darn Good Aggies

The Old Aggies turned out to be totally wrong. Admitting women and ending compulsory military training did not ruin Texas A&M. Students may not say howdy, but other basic values that mattered a lot more—like the sense of family—have not changed.

Brooke Leslie, who in 1994 became the first woman student body president at Texas A&M, found out about the sense of family before she ever enrolled. She is the model of a New Aggie—smart, serious, self-confident, female (this year, for the first time, the freshman class has more women than men), and every bit as loyal to Texas A&M as any Old Aggie ever was. She is from the small North Texas town of Glen Rose, and she came to A&M not for emotional reasons but because she had been recruited by Joe Townsend, the associate dean of agriculture, who had heard her speak at Future Farmers of America meetings. She had been awarded a full scholarship to study agriculture.

One day in the summer of 1990, before the start of her freshman year, Brooke received a call from Townsend. Would she come to College Station to talk with him? When she arrived, he said he wanted to help her get adjusted to A&M since she was coming from a small high school. What sort of activities might she be interested in? After she mentioned student government he said, "Brooke, you have a chance to make history. It's going to be hard work, but you can be the first woman president of the student body at A&M."

I first saw Brooke Leslie in one of the multimedia presentations at the student center. The theme of this one was leadership. It began with the voices of Churchill, Martin Luther King, and others, and then showed a tall, dark-haired woman student welcoming George and Barbara Bush at the groundbreaking for the Bush presidential library at A&M. "You two would have made darn good Aggies," she said. Who is that? I asked the man from the university relations office who had brought me over to watch the films. "That's Brooke Leslie," he said. "She's going to be the first woman president of the United States."

Today she is a second-year law student at the University of Texas with 3.7 grade point average. I caught up with her at a sandwich shop near the law school after class and before her job at a downtown law firm. She was wearing a long black skirt and a red jacket with a black collar. Her hair was pulled back but not tightly, and she kept brushing stray wisps behind her left ear.

"From the very beginning," she said, "it was drilled into us that you go to A&M to get an education, but you leave to make a difference. You learn that you're part of something bigger than yourself, and that you're part of a huge family, that you have to give back to the university. I know it sounds like I'm reading from the A&M recruiting brochure."

That the tradition of "The other education" has thrived in the New Aggie era is no accident. A deliberate effort to preserve and promote it is made by administrators like Joe Townsend and by students. Columns in the Battalion emphasize tradition (TRADITIONS MORE IMPORTANT THAN INDIVIDUALS INVOLVED read one headline) and service ("Part of every student's responsibility as an Aggie is to attempt to improve Texas A&M.") At many state universities, fraternity and sorority members owe their primary loyalty to their social organizations, but at A&M, they wear T-shirts that say "Texas A&M Greeks—Aggies First." Two thirds of the freshmen attend a four-day summer orientation program called Fish Camp that is held at a Methodist Church retreat in East Texas, a four-hour ride on non-air-conditioned buses from the A&M campus. Students learn the arcane yells, encounter traditions called Muster and Silver Taps that honor the Aggie dead, and meet with two counselors in groups of twelve known as DGs (discussion groups). They talk about everything from how to study to where to go on a Saturday night. Fish Camp is entirely student run, and counselors have to pay $85 to attend just as students do.

Among the traditions at A&M is Open House at the student center, a fall weekend when 15,000 students come to check out some seven hundred organizations on campus. That level of participation, says President Bowen, is "big-time unusual." To encourage leadership, the Association of Former Students donates money to the vice president of student affairs for funding the service ideas of students. Several years ago, a group of black students got some money to hold a conference for three hundred black student leaders in the Southwest. Now an annual event, the conference draws a thousand students to A&M today. One of Brooke Leslie's goals as student body president was to establish scholarships for service and leadership, regardless of grades. "That's so important here, I felt it should be recognized," she says. Now there are ten endowed service scholarships.

New Aggies have a different feeling about the school than Old Aggies do. "It's not better or worse," Brooke says, "It's just different. I think it used to be based on mainly male camaraderie. For me, it's the hometown values, it's people who haven't lost sight of what it means to be good friends, it's the opportunity to develop my skills in an atmosphere conducive to community service.

"It took me a year to fall in love with the school. As a freshman, I enjoyed A&M, but I wasn't in love with it. Then came Muster, on San Jacinto Day. I hadn't really planned to go, but I happened to be walking past the coliseum just at the right time. I followed the other students in. The Ross Volunteers fired a 21-gun salute, and family members lit candles for Aggies who had passed on in the last year. When each name was read out, friends and family around the building called out ‘here.' I thought to myself, ‘I am so lucky to have gone here. It's so much more than a degree.'"
Never Been Better

An adoring history of Texas A&M published in 1951 observes, "It has been a typical growing youngster in many ways, except that in its tendency toward extremism it has been more glaringly good and bad than most. And now it has begun to mature . . . as we view the college today, it has achieved a substantial degree of dignity and has lost little of its driving ambition and fire." With the advantage of hindsight, we know now that just when a new A&M seemed to be emerging, the Old Aggies would soon lead it close to ruin. That is a useful lesson for New Aggies to remember today.

Texas A&M has never been a better university. A hefty 49 percent of its students were in the top 10 percent of their high school graduating classes—higher than UT, higher than Wisconsin, higher than all but a few elite state universities. Just 33 percent of students who apply to medical schools are accepted; at Texas A&M, the figure is 44 percent. A recent study by the State University of New York at Stony Brook determined that the political science department whose faculty had the most articles accepted for publication in the three leading professional journals was Texas A&M. In defiance of the laws of probability, A&M has managed to keep everything that is essential to the Aggie tradition of "the other education" while shedding, albeit with great difficulty, almost everything that was nonessential or harmful. It has quadrupled in size without losing the feel of a much smaller school.

And yet there is always a danger at A&M, always a concern that the Old Aggies may resurrect themselves and undo what has been done. Aggies are loyal, but they are not always loyal to the same idea of what Texas A&M is. Just as Old Aggies once thought that A&M would never be the same if women were admitted, the Old Aggies of the future may think that A&M will never be the same if academics become more important than some other tradition, such as conservative political values or success in football. Highway 6 still runs both ways.

I suppose that attitude is why I have a hard time imagining myself ever going to school there. At A&M, the culture, the traditions, the sense of family, the values, are all handed to you, and you are expected to accept them. It's a nurturing environment, but that is not the right environment for me. Come to think of it, though, Texas A&M seems like the perfect place for my son.

Whooping It Up

Even though my family is steeped in Longhorn tradition, I decided to go to College Station for the weekend to see what it's like to be an Aggie.

by Elisa Bock

TEXAS A&M HAS ALWAYS been my Candyland—a place of childhood fantasy and adult adoration from afar. Because of my burnt-orange blood (my parents, two aunts, an uncle, and grandparents are all loyal Longhorns), College Station was the forbidden Sodom, full of Wranglers, shit-kickers, and pickups too uncouth for my ancestors but enticing in my eyes. So when my best friend, Blaire, invited me to check out the largest spirit club in Texas, I whooped at the chance. I was spending my time in Austin with Longhorns while I was on an internship, and I thought I was ready for a change of scene. I wanted to see if College Station was the roughneck, beer-guzzling, spirited nutfest that my family had always maintained. It was time to experience the antithesis of my being (studious, uptight, shy) and wallow in the sin of Aggie tradition for a weekend. May my mother forgive me.

In my mind Aggies were different from the cookie-cutter students I had seen at the University of Texas. In my walks at UT-Austin and in conversations with my family, Longhorns seemed self-conscious, image-crazed—and normal. Texas wasn't a place of cultural awakenings and new experiences; it was run of the mill in terms of a solid education and student life. UT students were there to get through four more years of school. They went to football and basketball games because that's what college students do, not to necessarily prove that they were part of the team. A&M with its Twelfth Man seemed to be completely opposite. Aggies were dedicated and united from the stories Blaire, a political science junior, told me as we sat in my house in Dallas every winter and summer break. She built it up in my mind as a beacon of tradition and unity. You couldn't walk down the street without a "howdy" from a stranger. Texas A&M was a big family reunion—its customs and devotion celebrated all year long to the beat of the Corps drum line. It was a place that could only be experienced, Blaire said, so I had to come down to truly understand. I promised I would sometime, and the time was now.


	Lawrence Sullivan Ross or "Sully" to Aggies stands guard in front of the academic building.

I knew I was getting close to the old agriculture school by the sheer volume of pickup trucks on the road. As I drove into town, I saw the identifying markers of the College Station skyline: Kyle Field with its eerie, empty look and the university's water tower; there were no tall skyscrapers or massive interchanges of highways. After a quick burrito at Freebirds, a College Station must, Blaire took me on the Texas A&M tour.

The traditions were as mind-boggling as the maze of buildings we navigated. Blaire was still my best friend in body, but her personality altered as soon as we hit Military Walk, a path surrounded by memorial trees to fallen Aggies. She spouted off knowledge like a tour guide; I certainly didn't know this much history about my school (Northwestern University). She chuckled as she said, "If someone does something more than once here, it's a tradition." Because I got the tour, I now believe her. As she showed me Century Oak, she turned around and walked backward under its branches and urged me to do the same. I stared at her in disbelief. "Why?" I asked. Or else I would never find my true love, she responded with intensity. I laughed off her superstitions and walked facing her. At the bronze statue of former A&M president Lawrence Sullivan Ross, affectionately called "Sully" by fellow Aggies, she whipped out a penny and placed it on his shoe. I noticed about a quarter's worth of copper coins on the metallic base and shot her a puzzled look. She explained that a cent at his feet means a good grade on a test.


	Students offer pennies to Lawrence Sullivan Ross in return for good grades.

Somewhere between the holy grass at the Student Memorial Center and the graves of Reveille I through V, my eyes began to glaze over. I was starting to wonder if the ghost in the old agriculture building didn't possess Blaire's soul. She kept speaking in tongues—it was "Aggiespeak," a language so revered by the university and its students that The Aggie Dictionary was published in 1995. Her demeanor was contagious, though, and I was caught up in the ideal of Aggie-dom and its rituals. In some ways, I wanted to go to Fish Camp, where Aggie upperclassmen teach incoming freshmen the traditions, and be inducted into the family.

On the way back to her car, she took me to the place in front of three dorms where a small Bonfire memorial had been erected to remember the three students from those dorms who died. It seemed like a simple marker in a timeline. Made of concrete and bronze, three "pots," or helmets worn by Bonfire workers, stood silently as a testament to A&M before the 1999 Bonfire fell and after. Blaire, who was a freshman when Bonfire fell, said things would never be the same. Twelve deaths had changed the face of the campus irreversibly from the unified, friendly Aggie clan with a "howdy" tradition to a maroon group that came out during sports events but disappeared the rest of the year into books, lectures, and parties. (Not as many students take pride in the rich history of Aggieland as Blaire does. Another high school friend, a sophomore who never experienced Bonfire, was educated in Aggie tradition as I recounted Blaire's tour.) Many students echoed Blaire's sentiment. Over the years, even traditions like Bonfire and the Corps have been watered down. One Corps member told me that some students enlisted in the Corps for scholarships, not the leadership and tradition for which the military unit has always stood. After that dark November tragedy and the Bonfire that didn't burn, Blaire realized what the Twelfth Man and Aggies were all about: character, dedication, leadership, and family. Now, without Bonfire, some students believe freshmen never truly feel a part of the Aggie family, making it harder for them to understand and easier for them not to participate in Aggie rites.


	The unofficial Bonfire memorial commemorates three of the students who died November 18, 1999. All three lived in the dorms surrounding the monument.

One tradition that is still alive and well at A&M is partying. On the weekends, Northgate, an area that looks like a small town's main street, is lit with shot bars, dance halls, and clubs, where there is no cover and plenty of booze. I should have grasped this cultural practice when a cute bartender on Friday night at the Dry Bean Saloon offered us a shot at seven in the evening. I told him with a laugh that it was a little early for me to party. But that didn't stop me at eleven o'clock the next night. Blaire, some Aggies, and I kicked off the evening with a shot a piece and sallied over to Shadow Canyon, a rickety barnlike structure that conveyed the earthy, rustic nature of A&M. But once inside, under the old farm equipment, hundreds of Aggies bumped and grinded to Sir Mix-A-Lot and other R&B dance hits. There were no Wranglers, and I saw only one cowboy hat, which didn't count because the owner was wearing a sky-blue polo shirt—the hat was a fashion statement, not a cultural accouterment. The students didn't look fresh off the farm but fresh from the cities. Labels and designers were out tonight in full force, and this honky-tonk seemed more at home on Austin's Sixth Street than A&M's Northgate. About thirty minutes later, we went to the new shot bar, the Reef, which replaced Coupe de Ville's after a student died from alcohol poisoning in August of 1999. This bar had a conscience: When you walked in, your hand was stamped with .08, the legal blood-alcohol limit. Considering the tradition of ring-dunking (where an Aggie drops his senior ring in a pitcher of beer and guzzles), it had a sobering effect on our crowd, so we left, wondering how we would explain the mark of the beast to fellow churchgoers the next morning.

Sunday marked a return to normalcy at A&M: Students go back to their books and get geared up for the week at hand. Some students say it has gotten harder to make the grade in College Station, so they frequently spend days at the library and nights with their books. You can't party every weekend and expect to do well. Blaire had reading to do, so I said good-bye. I hadn't expected my trip to Sodom to exceed my expectations, but I couldn't have predicted my conviction that the College Station I had experienced was not the one around which Blaire wove her epic tales of glory. I returned to Austin with more questions than answers.


	Sunday is study day at Texas A&M, where the standards have risen forcing Aggies to their books.

But most of my questions were answered on February 4, when A&M president Ray Bowen announced that there would be no Bonfire in 2002. Blaire's class would never experience the fiery inferno that towered 55 feet over campus. With the administration's concerns for safety, the distinctively Aggie tradition was extinguished, and with it, the majority of student trust in the administration. About 92 percent of the students who voted were overwhelmingly in favor of rekindling Bonfire—but to no avail. Students have searched for a reason, and the only conclusion that some can come to is the media's eye, the camera. For ninety years, students spent weeks constructing a tower of logs to build a fiery symbol of Aggie pride, ingenuity, and dedication for themselves and the world to see. Some students feel that the university is sacrificing Aggie honor for the press and log by log tearing down the tradition of which almost all Aggies take part. For years A&M has been the butt of many jokes, but Aggies still had their pride no matter how convinced those outside the family were that A&M played second fiddle. Without Bonfire, I see A&M "evolving" into UT—a place to go to classes and football games and get a degree.

Blaire is just glad the official decision has been made. She says that once the administration halted the tradition after the collapse, she always knew Bonfire would end like this—and she thinks that maybe it's better this way. But then I remember her face that weekend as she talked about the hurt, the burning betrayal, and the helplessness she felt. She was still in mourning two years after Bonfire fell. Her words were laced with regret and a penetrating sadness that hung like smoke in the air. I could only look at my feet and stay silent. She came to College Station to be a part of something bigger than the typical college experience. That's what she showed me on my trip that weekend. And she will leave an Aggie in love with her family. But she will still despise those at its head for "stealing" what she thought was rightfully hers. Even to a weekend visitor, that seems to be the greatest sin of all.

But I still have my Candyland. I succeeded in provoking my mother's ire. She says I have danced with the devil (I brought home an A&M T-shirt). I may have burnt-orange blood in my lineage, but for one weekend I felt a part of the maroon family. For me, the Aggie bond is still a mystery, but one visit set me on a path to better understand it—and I promise I will be back for further enlightenment (even if my family disowns me).