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With Apologies to l9l5 Class Book of Mt. Holyoke College.
One cold raw day, on Tuesday, the seventh of March, Copley the "Copdodger" swung off the rear
platform of the northbound train and took one deep breath of Andover air. Carelessly he tossed his head
from side to side in a vain endeavor to see an American Express sign or a bell hop, but failing he beckoned
a jitney and ordered his suitcase delivered at the lnn. Silently he slunk up School Street, the road a sheet
of smooth, silver slipperiness under his feet. As he neared the circle he stopped, removed an exquisite felt
hat and sneered. The sun shone on his yellow locks giving one that pleasing sensation of egg salad. His
trousers creased at just the right angle to obscure a protruding knee, put out one midnight when the gang
in the gambling house had fled, but what difference did his past life make? His friend, Paul, had asked
him to take the charming Madeline Muchmoney to the Abbot Prom and he meant to do it. Marry her?
Yes! And then money, money, how he needed money. He laughed gloatingly, shoved his hat around
his ears and strode manfully into the circle. With a mystifying quickness of penetration he strode straight
for Draper Hall, but his face wore a perplexed frown. He gazed inquiringly at one entrance and then
the other. Finally he stopped half way between and tossed his nickel--heads, the right entrance facing
north. Suddenly the maid who had been unobtrusively tying her snowshoe looked up and held out her
arms. "Copley," she cried, stepped on her snowshoe and fell gracefully into a snowbank.
"Plaza," he hissed, "so you are here," and he sprang to the rescue. As he righted her he whispered
warningly, "I am here to meet Madeline Muchmoney. She must be mine and you shall not interfere!"
He laughed and leered and little molecules of ozone froze around his lips as Plaza snowshoed sobbingly
toward the back of the building.