Macalester College - Quid Nunc Yearbook (St Paul, MN)

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A MATTER OF INITIALS. It was very quiet in the big parlor of Markham Hall. Perhaps you did not know, but the college boys all knew that Markham Hall was the Ladies' Hall. Most of the boys found a peculiar attraction there, but, had you been familiar with college gossip, you would have known that no boy was more active in showing his interest than was John Sheridan McKenzie. Nct that he was so known at the college, for to every boy at school his name was Bones because of his connection with a college prank in which a skeleton from the physiology room was concerned, and to almost every girl he was Jack, plain and simple. g On this evening, then, John Sheridan McKenzie, alias Bones, alias Jack, was in the parlor, and, as we have before noted, it was very quiet. But it was not because this young man of many names was alone that the room was quiet, for, in a chair not so very far away, sat a Markham Hall girl. And, as you may not have understood before, I now repeat, it was very quietfextremely quiet. And then, suddenly, with no warning whatever, the silence was broken, and .Iohn Sheridan was responsible for the breakage. Ethel Brown! he exclaimed, HI won't stand for it. Gee, Chris- topher! what do you take me for4a stick? What fellow do you think would want to go with a girl for nearly four years and then let her turn him down and not even give a single reason? And then the girl spoke, and her voice was so low that it could hardly be heard even in the quiet room. Jack, she said, I know it seems awfully mean of me. I can see it from your point of view, but still I can't help you. My mind is made up. We must have no more to do with each other than any of the other boys and girls of the class. You had better go now, for you only make things harder for yourself and me. She had risen and now showed that she expected him to follow her suggestion. He, too, was on his feet, but it was not to say Good-bye. Oh, say, Ethel, wait a minute, can't you? -Well, say- Oh, gee! say-Well-. Tell me again-are you sure there isn't anybody else? Not a soul, Jack. And then: Aren't you expecting a fine time at the party on Thursday? Isn't it lovely of Miss Mortimer?-the first time she has ever entertained a Senior class. Ethel! There .was disgust, anger, sorrow, pleading in John Sheri- dan's voice as he said that word. Then, more quietly: How do you ex- pect me to talk about a party now? Tell me one thing more and then I'll go. Is this absolutely final? Can't you give me another chance? Take a little time to think it over, and if you don't want to talk to me again you might just send me a word as to what you've decided. The girl stood thinking for a moment and then said: I'll tell you, .Iack. This ought to be final, but-U and already the face of John Sheridan McKenzie had taken on an almost gleeful expression, but, since you insist upon it, I'll take till Tuesday to think it over. If I change my mind I'll send you a card before that nightg if not, you wonyt hear from me. 150 '